"Tick." Another big drop of water was coming at me.

I woke up slowly, a drop of water on my face, hot, strange-smelling, in front of my eyes, was the amber eyes, and at this moment, the joy in those eyes was falling on my face.

"Hey, wife, you're awake."

I was a little dizzy because I had just woken up, and my vision gradually became clearer, and I saw a face that was smiling, and he grinned innocently: "Wife, you look so cute, hehe." ”

I woke up in shock, and I didn't have time to see his appearance clearly, so I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down, and then I hit his forehead: "Ah! He screamed in pain, and I lifted my foot and kicked him on his lower abdomen.

"Ahh He screamed again, and he fell off the bed with a "plop" sound, I rolled over and straddled him directly, and saw that he had a knife across the side and pulled it out directly against his neck: "Don't touch me!" ”

I was stunned, I had strength!

"Ahh ”

The whole room was dim, except for a single lamp swaying on the roof, illuminating this small room and its shabby furnishings. There was little furniture in the room, except for a bed and a tin table by the door, a wooden bench with mottled paint, and a row of wooden strips nailed to the wall to which to hang clothes.

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

"Ahh Another exclamation, it was the voice of the uncle, I immediately put the knife against the neck of the boy under me, and looked forward nervously, every nerve I am now tense again, and any wind and grass will touch my sensitive nerves.

"Calm down! Calm down! "The uncle is a European and American, with deep eye sockets, a tall nose, and very white skin, although he has stubble, but it brings out the mature taste of men and the wildness of a real man, just like the romantic but affectionate male protagonist in American spy movies.

He stretched forward with one hand, and in the other hand was a plate with something strange black like steamed buns. He looked nervous, but his eyes were calm, and he had the qualities of a sergeant, and I could feel that he was a soldier and a warrior, because a warrior had the unique temperament of a warrior.

And behind him...... It's the door! Right now, the door is open!

"Don't come here!" I shouted. If the uncle is a warrior, he must be very capable of fighting, I can't be careless, I need this hostage under me.

The uncle nodded again and again: "Okay, okay." Then he looked under me, "Son, are you alright?" ”

"I'm fine, Old Bean." The boy under me still has the leisure to say hello to his dad! It also seemed calm, without the slightest panic.

It turns out that they are father and son, so I need him even more! By the way, I remember my uncle calling this boy Harry.

As soon as I lifted Harry's collar, my injured leg was still a little weak when I tried to stand up, and I stumbled for a moment, and Harry immediately said, "Be careful of your injuries!" ”

"Let's go!" I pushed him forward, but the knife was still against his neck, and the people who bothered me the most now were all fake!

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

His father actually squeezed his eyebrows with him, and his eyes were full of hatred and depression: "Why are you so scummy!" ”

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

I stared at my uncle and forced Harry with a knife to take me out of the door, out of the small door that gave me hope. But as I walked out of that little door, my brain buzzed into even greater shock.

It was a dungeon that caught my eye!

Rows of dilapidated huts were built against the cliff face, and each floor had a narrow steel corridor with the same railings as here.

There was not a single ray of sunlight in the sky, and it seemed that a huge steel plate covered the entire dungeon, hiding it. Tubes were neatly arranged at intervals on the roof, and the faint light barely illuminated the dilapidated dungeon. Faintly, there seems to be a ropeway above, which seems to be for people to zipline.

Downstairs I was standing was a large square, and there was a ditch beside the square, which was faintly visible in the dim light. On the other side of the square, two huge warships were stranded, and there were faint people walking on the battleships, not looking like soldiers, and there were still underwear and underwear and other washed clothes hanging on the deck.

Where the hell have I been?

The cannibalistic ghost eaters.

A variety of abilities.

Flying locomotives.

Hanging high in the sky, as cold and unforgiving as the moon, Silvermoon City.

And now...... It's such a dungeon!

The dungeon is so large that you can't see it at a glance, and the road at the end of both sides stretches and turns, which should lead to other areas. This dungeon is so much more than what I see in front of me.

I'm on a three-story building now, and the building on the other side has seven or eight floors. At this moment, there were already people gathered below, their clothes covered in patches, very shabby, but they looked better than the people of Here, they had shoes to wear, not straw sandals.

They had a kind smile on their faces, more like the feeling of seven aunts and eight aunts running over to see the excitement and see someone make a fool of themselves.

"Bang bang." Someone was hurrying up, walking down the steel corridor and making a loud noise, and I looked at the sound, but it was...... Three women!

The moment I saw a woman, I suddenly let go of my heart for some reason, as if only women in this world now make me feel at ease.

The leader is an unusually sexy and imposing red-haired female instructor, her facial features are very exquisite, and she is European and American. Big almond-like eyes, the color of her eyes is amber, and her curly red hair makes her even more sexy and charming. A dark green and black military uniform made her red hair even more vibrant.

The uniform wrapped tightly around her curves, and her chest was jutting outward, as if every breath would burst the precarious buttons, revealing a sense of uniformity and seduction.

She was followed by two young girls, the girl on the left was about the same age as me, also wearing a tight military uniform, with neat and neat short ear-length hair, and her hair color was white, but she was an Oriental face like me, however, her eyes were not black or brown as we Orientals, but a pair of snow eyes.