Become a legend in the interstellar

Chapter 483
"What east and west?"

Heihu was a little puzzled, he rarely had contact with the undead, so naturally he didn't understand the meaning of these words.

Wang Teng at the door had already left, and Hei Hu didn't bother to ask.

The inexplicable words said by such low-level characters are not worthy of his heart.

This is not the only small character he has bullied. Of course he knows that those people are unwilling and hold resentment towards him, but so what?
He just likes the way those people hate him but are helpless!

This will make him feel an inexplicable pleasure, which is even more refreshing than drinking cold beer in summer.

As for the opponent's revenge?
nonexistent!

The targets he bullies are all carefully selected, and they are basically the kind of weak and timid people.

It is a big joke to expect that kind of person to take revenge.

"Tsk, [-] is in the account, so I can have a good time tonight!" Hei Hu licked his lips, with a hint of greed flashing across his face.

"I don't know when I'm about to die, most mercenaries are like this..."

Su Xia shook her head slightly, controlled the nanorobot to leave, and continued to follow Wang Teng.

For some reason, he felt that Wang Teng enjoyed the experience of being a small person, and seemed to enjoy it.

When he was bullied just now, Wang Teng's humiliating expression was so real.

At this moment, the humiliation on Wang Teng's face has not completely dissipated.

I saw him clutching his work card tightly, gnashing his teeth, his chest heaving with anger, and without saying a word, he went to the place where the slaves were held.

The Black Tiger Organization currently has more than 1000 slaves, most of whom are engaged in productive labor in their organization's residence, and only a very small number of them are imprisoned underground in this bar, as the objects of entertainment and venting for many mercenaries.

Wang Teng walked to the end of the corridor, pressed the elevator, entered it, and then slammed the last floor.

"Om-"

The elevator door closed slowly, and Wang Teng was the only one in the elevator.

It wasn't until then that he loosened his clenched teeth a little bit, and with an expression of displeasure, he slammed his fist hard on the metal wall of the elevator, as if venting his anger.

"It's really deceiving!" Wang Teng growled, his sallow face flushed red.

Since he left that room until now, he seemed to have been suffocating in his heart.

Now that he was in the narrow elevator with only him alone, he dared to vent a little.

But soon, he seemed to realize something again, cautiously raised his head to look at the monitor in the corner of the elevator, then hurriedly lowered his head, pretending that nothing happened, quietly waiting for the elevator door to open, not daring to stop. Make any movement or make any sound.

"Is he looking at his audience?" Su Xia looked thoughtfully at the surveillance camera in the elevator.

Wang Teng's appearance is a bit like histrionic personality disorder, but it doesn't fit some of the characteristics of this disorder.

Soon, with a "ding", the elevator door slowly opened.

Outside the door is the deepest part of the bar, where many slaves are held.

This underground space didn't have much decoration at all, the lights were dim, the air was filthy, and it was filthy. There were many prison cells, and each cell contained a few unkempt slaves.

Most of these slaves haven't cleaned their bodies for a long time, they are all dirty and stinky.

There were also slaves with scars all over their bodies, pus dripped from the rotting wounds, and they also gave off a stench, like the smell of dead rats in summer.

Therefore, feeding these slaves is a very hard job.

Most mercenaries couldn't stand the stench, and just staying here for a few minutes would cause an extremely uncomfortable feeling of nausea.

"From now on, I can only survive in this dark and sad corner."

When Wang Teng stepped out of the elevator, the expression on his face changed, his anger and unwillingness were much less, followed by a complex look that even Su Xia could not understand.

He seemed to think of something from the past, sighed in a low voice, and seemed to be lamenting his own life.

"Since it's here, let's settle down, that's all for now."

Wang Teng looked a little strange, and whispered to himself.

In this underground prison, there are a few mercenaries like him who were dispatched here to feed many slaves.

Their status is so low that it cannot be lowered, they are the bottom of the mercenaries, perhaps because they feel that there is no hope of rising, they have accepted the reality, and they can only bully slaves who are lower than them every day. They are happy.

"time to eat!"

"Don't fucking sleep, eat!"

Dangdang Dangdang!
During breakfast time, those few mercenaries walked towards the many imprisoned slaves with big dirty iron buckets, one for each person.

I don't know what the stuff in the barrel is, it's grayish-yellow paste, a little viscous, and a little disgusting, it doesn't look like food that humans can eat at all.

With a large iron bucket in one hand and a worn-out iron spoon in the other, they knocked on the doors of the prison cells where the slaves were held, making loud noises like calling pigs, knocking most of the slaves who were still sleeping. Awake.

The state of the slaves is not the same, some still have hope for life, some have become numb, and there is no light in their eyes.

Therefore, after the sound of beating sounded, some slaves hurriedly got up from the prison and handed their broken bowls to the door, and some even showed flattering smiles on their faces.

"Several big brothers, can you give me more?"

No matter how difficult the situation is, no matter how unpalatable the food is, as long as you persist in living, there will always be hope.

They don't want to die, and they count as a day if they can survive.

The mercenaries just sneered at the flattering voices of the slaves. The amount of food they gave all depended on their respective moods.

"No, eat it!"

One of the mercenaries smiled coldly, took out a large spoonful of sticky food from the bucket, and then shook it violently!
There was only a whoosh, and all the food in the iron spoon flew out in a parabola. It didn't fall into the slave's bowl at all, but drenched the slave all over.

"hiss……"

The high temperature of the food made the slave tremble, and his face was distorted in pain.

But he didn't dare to say anything at all, and he didn't even dare to make the sound of pain too loud. He could only take the broken bowl and hurriedly scraped off the hot food stuck to his body.

During this period, he still suppressed the pain and forced a flattering smile on the mercenary.

"Thank you, thank you brother for the food."

"Hey, you know how to be grateful, you are a good boy, I will reward you with another spoonful!"

The mercenary sneered, took a big iron spoon and stirred it into the bucket, made another spoon full of food, and then threw it out violently.

The slave in the cell had no time to escape, and was splashed with hot food again. The pain made him tremble all over, his forehead was sweating, and his body was about to convulse.

But he just gritted his teeth and endured it desperately, trying not to make a sound of pain, and then squeezed out a more painful smile.

"Thank you, thank you brother for the food."

"Well, not bad, I'll give you more tomorrow, kid."

The mercenary swung the spoon, and flung out the last bit of food residue on the big iron spoon, and threw it to the ground in the cell.

Seeing this, the slave in the cell rushed over and scraped the cell floor carefully with a fragment of a pottery bowl, collecting extremely precious food, not daring to waste a little.

For those who want to survive, any waste of food in this kind of place is shameful.

They have no choice but to do this.

The same scene also happened in the rest of the cells in this underground space.

A mercenary who was in charge of distributing food didn't seem to be in the mood for fun. He didn't have much expression on his face. He walked through one cell after another with a large metal bucket and dumped the food on the ground.

There was another mercenary who had a more flamboyant game. He actually made the slaves in the cell kneel down in front of him, like a dog, with their heads up and waiting for the food to come.

"Yes, that's it. Come one by one, whoever behaves well, grandpa will give him more food!"

The mercenary smiled cruelly, and vigorously waved the big iron spoon in his hand, knocking on the iron doors of each cell continuously, with a harsh voice.

Feeding these slaves is indeed hard work that most mercenaries are unwilling to do.

But after all, they have already come, and they can only use this method to enjoy themselves while suffering.

Human happiness is, after all, based on human suffering.

Soon, they noticed Wang Teng.

"Huh? New brother?"

"I remember you, you were sweeping the floor with me before!"

"What did you do to get down?"

"Looking at the uncomfortable look on your face, you were just bullied by that bastard dog Heihu, right?"

"Don't worry, just say anything, the monitoring here is in our own hands, we can delete it at any time, don't be afraid of that dog thing above!"

Here, there are actually people who know Wang Teng's identity, and they seem to be his former friends with this identity.

They had all been bullied by Heihu, but just seeing Wang Teng's face, they understood what he had just experienced.

Seeing this scene, Su Xia couldn't help shaking her head secretly.

No wonder these people were relegated here.

Outspokenness is one of their biggest problems.

They never thought about it... what if Wang Teng was sent by Heihu to monitor them, and would report their words and deeds to Heihu at any time?
It is really not easy for this dim sum machine to survive until now.

At the elevator entrance, Wang Teng gritted his teeth, as if trying to blend in with the environment, and said viciously, "Brothers, that black tiger is really not a thing!"

"Yes, good scolding!"

"If you want to scold, just scold, don't hold back!"

"It's going to be a long time in the future, so it's fine to change the method of scolding every day!"

Several mercenaries spoke one after another, with cheerful smiles on their faces, and they quickly accepted Wang Teng.

It seems that here, as long as he is willing to scold Heihu, he can become a brother.

After more than ten minutes, Wang Teng got along with a few mercenaries here, and he seemed more used to living with these little people.

Those mercenaries just regarded Wang Teng as a poor fellow who had just been demoted just like them.

If they knew Wang Teng's true identity, I don't know what they would think.

……

Meanwhile, outside the town.

Su Xia who had been sitting on a big tree finally moved!
With deep eyes, he looked in the direction of the small town, and then jumped up, as if his body was weightless, he jumped lightly onto the jungle floor without even crushing a dead leaf.

Several groups of nano-robots responsible for exploration have been recalled by him, like invisible streams of water, slowly covering his whole body.

[The function of invisibility to the current environment has been activated...]

Soon, Su Xia became an invisible person, as if disappeared directly in place.

"There will be a trial tomorrow evening, and there are less than 36 hours left." Su Xia thought in her heart, "There may not be any breakthrough in the next time, so I can only think of a way from Wang Teng. "

Take Wang Teng's words!
Although this matter is difficult, Su Xia still has to try.

After turning on the stealth, he began to move forward slowly, following the direction of the wind, trying not to let his actions bring too obvious air flow.

About half an hour later, Su Xia entered the town and successfully sneaked into the bar owned by the Tiger Organization.

How to get close to Wang Teng is a troublesome problem.

Su Xia was patient, and entered the place where the slaves were held on the last floor through an escape passage, and then hung upside down above this floor, like a big bat, without releasing the slightest wave of spiritual energy.

"I can only follow the old method and replace the identity."

He carefully observed the mercenaries, analyzed their behavior, and firmly remembered their catchphrases, micro-expressions, subconscious movements and so on.

Combined with the character description given by the system, Su Xia can basically imitate close to 90% of the authenticity.

After another half an hour, Su Xia selected a mercenary.

[Qiao Tu: Male, 33 years old, member of Tiger Mercenary Organization]

[Without psychic power and weak combat ability, he was originally the administrator of a certain food warehouse of the organization]

[Two months ago, because he accidentally ignited a pile of food supplies, he was deprived of his status as a warehouse manager, his status was downgraded, and he came here to feed the slaves]

【…】

This person was the one who talked the least among those few mercenaries.

And he didn't have a deep relationship with the other people, and he didn't know them before.

He still seemed to have hope of leaving here, and he always wanted to return to his seat as a warehouse manager, so he had relatively little communication with the rest of the people.

Even if such a person is replaced by Su Xia, it will be difficult for the others to discover the problem in a short time.

"It's him!"

Su Xia focused her eyes, moved slowly, approached Qiao Tu, and waited for the opportunity.

It didn't take long before the opportunity presented itself.

Qiao Tu yawned, looked bored, rubbed his stomach, got up from his seat, and went to the bathroom in the corner of this underground space without haste.

Su Xia was like a ghost, sticking behind him, floating slowly without making any sound.

Qiao Tu walked to the door of the bathroom, stretched out his hand and unscrewed the door, and walked in slowly.

"Crack!"

The bathroom door was closed, temporarily cutting off the outside space.

At this moment, Su Xia's gaze suddenly turned cold, and she raised her hand to take a medicine, which lightly flicked on Qiao Tu's neck.

The needle of this potion is very special, when it is pricked, ordinary people will hardly feel anything.

Qiao Tu's perception was a little sharper than that of ordinary people, but it was also limited. He just scratched his neck subconsciously.

"Strange, where did the mosquitoes come from..."

(End of this chapter)