Chapter 417： Humble

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In a dark, damp and narrow room, about ten square meters, there were ten people crowded in it.

Sun Zhengkang and his party were confined in this narrow room.

Since they were caught and locked up here, it has been almost a day and a night.

After Sun Zhengkang was arrested, he knew he was finished this time.

His daughter is still at home, and there are only two or three days of food left in the house.

From the time his daughter wandered with her, Sun Zhengkang did not let her daughter spend the night alone at home.

He knows that his daughter is very afraid of the dark, even if he does it late outside, he will definitely go back.

But, this time, he will never go back.

Sun Zhengkang's heart is in a mess now, and he is worried whether his daughter will be scared if he doesn't go back.

"Let me go out." Sun Zhengkang became more and more afraid as he thought about it, and suddenly stood up and slammed the iron gate with his hands.

"Don't shout, I'm all here, I still want to go out." A voice came out in the corner.

"Yes, save your energy, do you know what this place is?" A hoarse voice appeared in another corner.

"I don't know, it should be in the slave market. Apart from those in the slave market, who else would dare to hunt wildly near the settlement." An uncertain voice sounded.

"No, slave market, then we are dead? I don't want to die yet." Obviously I heard the man say that this is a slave farm, so scared to cry, "Big brother, can you escape from here? ?"

Everyone knows what a slave is all about. It really must die, but what else can be done?

At this time, someone sighed: "I hope this is a slave market, at least I can live longer."

"What do you mean?" Someone retorted loudly, "What is meant by a slave and can live longer?"

"Hehe, to be a slave, at least it will be sent to the slave market, and then sold to people in need, even if it is used as cannon fodder, at least there is a full meal. But if it is not in the slave market, but in a certain What about a laboratory? It’s really better to give people an experiment than to die.” That person obviously knew a little better before, and when it came to experimenting, he couldn’t help but get goose bumps.

"You...you don't mean General Li's laboratory, right?" The person who refuted him at the beginning said with a trembling tone.

"What are you talking about? General Li is still doing experiments?" The question was one of the gang who was with Sun Zhengkang. When they came in, a group of people were already here.

Only Sun Zhengkang knocking on the iron door and his shouting were left in the room. After a while, the person who initially suspected that he was not in the slave farm said in a low voice: "If we were in General Li's laboratory, I suggest that if there is a choice, it is best to commit suicide, otherwise as an experiment, it will become worse than death."

Suicide?

Who is willing to give up his life, and it is not yet confirmed whether this place is just like he said, it is a certain laboratory.

The topic of suicide appeared, and everyone was silent again.

"Perhaps, this is the slave market? Don't those slave hunters like to capture the humans who stand alone?" Someone raised an objection.

Maybe everyone doesn't want to become an experiment in a certain laboratory inexplicably, surprisingly there is no refutation.

But no matter where it is, it is useless. Being caught, as a prisoner, there is no personal freedom.

"Let me go out, my daughter is still waiting for me at home, you bastards." Sun Zhengkang ignored the people behind, knocking on the iron gate intently, hoping to attract the attention of the gatekeeper.

"Little Sun, you've been knocking here for a day and a night, so save your effort." It was an associate with Sun Zhengkang who apparently knocked on the iron door every once in a while, preventing them from having a good rest.

At the beginning, everyone didn't care much about Sun Zhengkang's knocking on the iron gate, and even hoped that he could attract people over.

However, someone threw some food through the iron window yesterday, and no one else came.

Because of the topic of their chat just now, the atmosphere in the room is not quite right, and the noise made by Sun Zhengkang in the ear is even more disturbing.

There are bachelors here, but there are also people who care about them outside, who is so crazy like Sun Zhengkang.

Sun Zhengkang ignored him, bang bang, still knocking on the iron door with his fists, knocking the iron door banging.

"Okay, don't knock, it's so noisy." Suddenly, at this moment, there was a loud shout outside the door.

Sun Zhengkang didn't seem to hear the other person's words, he still knocked on the iron door.

The iron door was opened, and a beam of light from outside shot into the room, illuminating the dark room.

The people hiding inside got used to the dim and dark room. Suddenly, there was a ray of light, and people couldn't help closing their eyes. It took a while to get used to the light.

The iron door opened, and there is still an iron fence blocking the door of the room.

At this time, two figures appeared at the iron gate, and the lights stretched their figures and shone on the walls of the room.

One of them looked at Sun Zhengkang who was standing at the door, and shouted: "Just now you were knocking on the iron door~www.novelhall.com~ Sun Zhengkang saw someone coming and said, "Big brother, trouble you. Let me go out, I can give you whatever you need, I still have a lot of energy spar at home. "

"Also let you go out, are you afraid that you didn't wake up?" The man chuckled, and suddenly he poked Sun Zhengkang with an electric baton in his hand, and said grimly: "Do you know where this is? Still bargaining with me Bargaining. Just like you, what kind of energy spar can you have."

Sun Zhengkang lowered his head, did not see the other party's movements at all, his face was directly hit by an electric baton.

"what."

Sun Zhengkang couldn't help but screamed, and he fell to the ground before evading the opponent's continued attack.

This electric baton is not just for decoration. The electric baton that just poke Sun Zhengkang is live.

"Ah Nima, this bit of pain made you scream like this, and when you feel better." The man sullied his face, and the electric baton in his hand chased after him, poking Sun Zhengkang's body. Sun Zhengkang rolled sideways again, avoiding the opponent's attack.

"Big brother, please, I still have a six-year-old daughter outside, waiting for me to take care of it." Sun Zhengkang knelt on the ground and kept kowtow towards the door.

咚咚咚.

Sun Zhengkang seemed to be desperate, and his forehead was already red.

He knows that the probability of leaving here is very low, but he is willing to try it, in case, in case the other party is really willing to let himself out.