Chapter 1747

"Click!"

Heaven and earth are white.

Kitty opened her eyes slowly, and the memory came to her mind. Suddenly, she sat up and looked around. She saw that she was lying in the middle of a huge square. The sky was cloudy and the thunder was shining.

It seems.

It's going to be a downpour later.

Look around.

Some of the people lying on the ground know each other and some don't know each other.

In the distance.

With the dim yellow light on, you can see that there are rows of houses. Around the square, a circle has been built. Further away, the vertical wall of nearly ten stories is even more strange.

"Where is this?"

Muttered Kitty.

I'm wondering.

"Squeak

There was a sound behind him.

Turn around.

An iron door was slowly opening. Three people came in from the outside. They were dressed in black, with belts around their waists and the same sound. Kitty was nervous when she saw them.

"Prison."

Her first thought.

This style.

Only prison.

Guard.

High walls.

And small houses, who they are, what they want to do, and where they are? I haven't heard that any prison in the world has a ten story high wall. I can't find it in my memory.

"Step on it!"

The three approached.

"Who are you?"

Asked Kitty.

No one answered, each holding a plastic device, like a grab, one by one to the comatose person on the ground, arms, or neck and other places, and then, after shaking like an electric shock.

His men woke up one after another.

Roughly count.

There are nearly 200 people.

"Who beat me with anesthesia?"

Some people thought it was a prank.

"Neck pain, who attacked me?" An African man touched his neck. He was going to the toilet and put on his trousers when he was knocked unconscious. He almost lost his adult. He also thought it was a prank.

A heavy blow.

Usually very low-key, few enemies.

"Moose, aren't you in South Africa training camp?"

"Kay, aren't you in Australia?"

“。。。”

Soon.

People's silly eyes, what's the situation, how the leaders around the world, and some action teams are all concentrated here, or in this way, the last memory is that they were attacked.

Fists.

Anesthesia.

Take the medicine.

There are all kinds of means. They're all hit.

As for kitty.

He didn't stand up. As a dark force, except for a few confidants, the controller can't easily show his face. That's too risky. At the moment, Kitty is surrounded by a dozen or so people.

Silence.

At this time.

"Hello."

A loud voice sounded, even more than a hundred people's noise. In an instant, the scene quieted down and looked at the three people not far away who were obviously wearing different clothes from them.

"Congratulations, you are our captives from now on."

That's the first thing to say.

There was an uproar.

Captives?

Despite the preparation, it's hard to accept.

"Who are you?"

"Asshole."

"Have the ability to speak with your fist."

“。。。”

If you lose, you have to be strong. Many people pick up their sleeves. No matter where they are, they have to vent their anger first. Even in prison, sometimes they rely on their fists to survive.

"Good."

Said one in the middle.

Next.

In the crowd, three figures rushed into the crowd.

"Pop."

A slap.

The front man was fanned to the ground.

"Dong!"

A fist.

The second man almost had a concussion.

Fight back.

Fight back.

They roared and rushed to the three.

Punch.

"Click."

People's hands are so fast that they don't have a hard joint. When they wipe their hands and come to the joints, their fingers are closed, just like an eagle pecking, they feel a painful pain coming to their mind, and their faces are twisted with pain.

And that's not true.

It's just the beginning.

"Ouch."

"Click!"

"I dislocated my hand."

"My legs."

"Help."

"My ribs."

“。。。”

Ten minutes later.

On the square.No one who had the courage to punch was still standing.

I'm sorry.

Nearly 120 people have lost their fighting ability, but at the same time, they have lost their confidence. They find that their fighting skills, which they are proud of, are as weak as vegetables and are not the enemy of others.

Speed.

Endurance.

Skills.

Power.

It's all over the place.

"Hiss ~"

Kitty took a deep breath of cold air, and his legs trembled, one to forty. This battle damage, unless it was hot weapons versus cold weapons, could not be done by the same means, but it happened in front of us.

I have to accept it.

This is the picture.

It's so powerful.

"Don't worry, it's just a fracture. I'll take it back to you later. From now on, please remember your identity as a prisoner and be a prisoner with quality and self-knowledge."

That's not true.

Hearing this, everyone was ashamed.

Quality.

What are the qualities of prisoners?

Do you accept life?

It should be. It's not unfair to lose to such strength.

"In the future, this is your residence, a circle of houses with numbers on them. You are not allowed to occupy other people's houses. As for how to find them, please check the number on the back of your hand."

Listen.

They noticed that there was a string of cyan characters, letters and numbers on the back of their hands. They had more tattoos for no reason, but they didn't care. Some of the people present were all tattoos.

"The rule here is very simple - be obedient, otherwise, you will be regarded as having no value. If you are a worthless person, you can make up for it by yourself and ask your predecessors."

"Just now, it's the first time, and the only time you've ever dealt with us without paying a price. In the future, attacking managers, no matter win or lose, will make you unforgettable

In a minute.

"Ouch."

"Click."

"It hurts."

“。。。”

In the people's horror expression, the three people are almost two seconds one by one to connect their bones, familiar with the way, say, a few big guys, how many people did you discount in the end, the business is so good.

All of a sudden.

I feel creepy.

Terrible.

It's terrible.

What kind of people are these? How many of them have suffered. Before long, everyone recovered their ability to move. Although it was painful, they knew that it was no longer a big problem.

Stand up.

He looked at the three people with complicated eyes.

Myth.

If this is said, no one will believe it.

"Three people in a row, stand back, one for women, two for men." Because Kitty is a woman, naturally, there are a lot of women in heavy boxing, especially in the headquarters. There are nearly 60 women at the scene.

They're all orphans.

No worries.

Otherwise.

Who gave up his life to do this kind of work.

At this point.

No one dares to question, obediently stood in three rows, Kitty stood in the middle of the team, not very impressive, then, three rows with three people to go out, out of the door, to see other scenery.

A long road.

It's nearly a kilometer long.

On both sides.

It's the same design as just now. The middle square and the surrounding rooms are supposed to be open to them. At the moment, the other detention areas are not empty, but the lights are on.

By the gate fence.

A lot of people were watching.

In blue.. Prison clothes?

It's like.

"New people are coming again."

"A lot."

"I don't know which hapless organization has provoked this group of monsters, and they have been ruined."

"Poor thing."

“。。。”

Their sense of superiority as "ancestors" makes them forget that they are one of them.