Chapter 16

"Tick tock." Another big drop of water is hitting me.

I slowly wake up, a drop of water on my face, hot, strange smell, in front of my eyes, is that pair of amber eyes, at the moment, the eyes full of joy in the eyes is falling on my face.

"Hey, wife, you wake up."

Because I just woke up and nodded, my vision gradually became clear. I saw a smiling face. He grinned and said, "my wife, you look so cute, ha ha."

I woke up, too late to see what he looked like. I grabbed his collar and pulled it down. I bumped into his forehead: "ah!" After he cried out in pain, I pushed my feet on his abdomen.

"Ah He was a pain cry, "plop," he fell out of bed, I turned down directly on his body, saw him across the edge of the knife directly pulled out against his neck: "don't touch me!"

I am stunned, I have strength!

"Ah -- pain, pain --" he covered his forehead and cried with sadness. "How do you look like my mother?"

The whole room was very dark, only a light was shaking on the roof, reflecting the small room and the simple furnishings. There was hardly any furniture in the room, except for a bed, a tin table by the door, and a wooden stool mottled with paint, and only a row of wooden bars were nailed to the walls to hang clothes.

And the surrounding wall is not like our usual concrete wall, but Like stainless steel, the whole room space is very small, but it is a bit like a cabin on a cruise ship or a small dormitory in a base.

"Ah There was another exclamation. It was uncle's voice. I immediately put my knife against the neck of the boy under me and looked forward nervously. Now every nerve of mine is tense again. Any wind and grass will touch my sensitive nerves.

"Calm down! Calm down Uncle is a European and American. He has deep eye socket, high nose and white skin. Although he has stubble, he brings out the taste of mature man and the wildness of real man, just like the romantic but affectionate man in American spy films.

He reached forward with one hand, and in the other hand was a plate with strange black things like steamed bread on it. He seems nervous, but his eyes are cool. He has the characteristics of a sergeant. I can feel that he is a soldier, a soldier, because a soldier has a unique temperament.

And behind him It's the door! At the moment, the door is open!

"Don't come here!" I yelled. If uncle is a soldier, he must be able to fight. I can't be careless. I need this hostage.

Uncle repeatedly nodded: "good, good." Then he looked under me and said, "son, are you ok?"

"I'm fine, bean." The boy under me has leisure to say hello to his father! It seems to be calm, not a bit flustered.

They are father and son, so I need him more! By the way, I remember my uncle called this boy Harry.

As soon as I lifted Harry's collar, when I tried to stand up, my injured leg was still a little soft. I staggered for a moment, and Harry immediately said, "be careful of your injury!"

"Go I push him forward, the knife is still against his neck, and now the most annoying people who care about me are all fake!

He raised his hands high and looked sadly at the motionless uncle: "Dad, my wife is going to be seen by everyone..."

His father is actually winking with him, his eyes are full of hate iron not steel depression: "you how so slag!"

"Let's go!" It's too dangerous for them to look at each other!

I stare at my uncle and threaten Harry with a knife to take me out of the small, hopeful door. But as I walked out of the small door, my brain hummed into a greater shock.

It was an underground city that suddenly caught my eye!

Rows of dilapidated huts were built close to the cliff, and each floor had a narrow steel corridor with balustrades as it was here.

There is no light in the sky. It seems that there is a huge steel plate covering the whole underground city and hiding it. The top of the building is neatly arranged with lights at regular intervals. The weak light can be regarded as barely illuminating the dilapidated underground city. It seems that there is a ropeway above, which seems to be a sliding rope for people.

I stand downstairs is a large square, square side there is a ditch, in the dim light can be seen that is a canal. On the other side of the square, two huge warships were stranded. There were people walking on the warships, which didn't look like soldiers. Underwear and underwear were still hung on the deck.

Where the hell am I?

The cannibal zombies.

All kinds of abilities.

A flying locomotive.

High in the sky, and the moon as cold and merciless silver moon city.

And now It's such a dungeon!

The underground city is so big that you can't see it at a glance. The roads at the end of both sides extend and turn, which should lead to other areas. This dungeon is far more than what I see in front of me.I am now in the position of the third floor, the opposite building has a total of seven or eight floors. At the moment, there are also people gathering below. They are dressed in patched clothes. They are very shabby, but they look better than the people in Hera. They have shoes to wear, not straw sandals.

They have a kind smile on their faces, which is more like the feeling of seven aunts and aunts running over to watch the fun and see someone make a fool of themselves.

"Bang bang bang bang." Someone is coming in a hurry, walking in the steel corridor and making a huge noise. I look at the noise, but Three women!

The moment I saw a woman, I don't know why my heart suddenly put down some, just like this world, only women can make me feel at ease.

At the head of the class is a red haired instructor with extremely sexy body and imposing spirit. Her facial features are very delicate and she is from Europe and America. Almond like big eyes, eye color is amber, a head of red curly hair, let her more sexy and charming. Her dark green and black military uniform made her red hair more colorful.

Her uniform tightly wrapped out her curve, and her chest protruded outwards, as if every breath would burst the precarious button, revealing a sense of temptation and confusion.

She was followed by two young girls. The girl on her left was the same age as me. She was also wearing a tight military uniform, with neat short hair. Her hair color was actually white. However, she was an oriental face like me. However, her pupil color was not our Oriental black or brown, but a pair of snow pupils.

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