Become a legend in the interstellar

"Clang-clang-clang-"

The sound of the bell was dull and penetrating, enveloping the entire town.

Su Xia could hear clearly even in the five-story underground world.

A new day has come.

Today's evening, at dusk, is the time for the trial of the dozen or so members of the South Wind Organization.

Time is running out, both for Susha and for those members of the infiltration team who want to rescue them.

In the rest area, several mercenaries who were playing cards raised their heads and looked at the dark ceiling.

"It's the last day, I hope nothing goes wrong." said the old mercenary.

"If something goes wrong, our brothers won't be affected immediately, and there will be plenty of time to escape." Another mercenary said.

"Yeah, after escaping, find a place to hide your name for three to five months, and then find a force to take refuge in, and you can still live comfortably."

"Yes, it makes sense..."

These people still hold that kind of thinking, and it has not changed.

No matter what the situation may be, they can find a way to comfort themselves in it.

After a brief chat, several people started playing cards again. The table was filled with smoke, and there were several piles of colorful chips made of beer caps.

This small dark underground world seems to be isolated from the outside world, like a refuge in the apocalypse.

The two mercenaries who were playing the game didn't even raise their heads. Both of them looked extremely focused, staring at the old game console with a black and white screen, pressing their thumbs desperately, and shaking their bodies from time to time, as if everything that happened outside had nothing to do with them.

Su Xia and Wang Teng sat in the darkness in the corner, each holding a bottle of beer, chatting calmly about some things about the present and the future.

"Ding--"

The wine bottles collided, the wine shook, and the sound was crisp.

Wang Teng took a sip for himself, then took a long breath, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth casually, and said, "The last day is here, Brother Qiao, are you worried?"

"What about you? Are you worried?" Su Xia smiled and asked him back.

"That's right, it's useless to worry so much." Wang Teng looked puzzled, looked at the light green beer bottle in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Brother Qiao, I really hope we can remain friends forever."

Hearing this, Su Xia pondered for a moment, but didn't speak immediately.

After a while, he said, "Anyone can be a friend."

"Well, maybe."

Wang Teng raised the wine bottle, with a smile on his face again, and collided with Su Xia's wine bottle.

The atmosphere seemed a little strange, but neither of them said anything.

Time passed slowly like this, and the night passed quickly.

The few mercenaries who played cards played until three o'clock in the morning before crawling back to bed to rest. The two guys who played games even played all night, and their eyes were almost swollen.

And Su Xia and Wang Teng also chatted all night. The topics they talked about were very ordinary. They didn't talk about the Nanfeng Organization and the masked monsters. Most of the time they talked about some hypothetical futures.

Both of them are in good spirits, much better than those two who stayed up late to play games, there is not even bloodshot eyes, and there are no dark circles under their eyes.

After seven o'clock in the morning, the old mercenary got up, washed up briefly, and then took everyone to the upper floor for dinner.

After eating, everyone carried big iron buckets and filled each bucket with food for the slaves.

"Clang clang-"

They returned to the fifth basement floor and kept beating with big iron spoons.

"Get up, let's eat!"

"If you don't get up again, I will ask you to get up!"

"..."

Several people were beating and roaring loudly.

The slaves in the cage hurriedly got up, and some of them were already waiting at the door of the cell. There was only one meal a day, and if they missed it, they could only wait for the next day.

It was the first time for Su Xia and Wang Teng to do such a thing.

Of course, it should also be the last time.

The two also carried an iron bucket and walked at the back of the crowd. The bucket was filled with disgusting-looking yellow-gray liquid food, and they seemed to have no appetite at all.

"Over there, there are two guys in that cage. They haven't eaten for three days. Most of them want to die, but there is an explanation from above that they can't die so easily."

The old mercenary walking in front pointed at a dirty cage not far away.

"Brother Wu, go, feed those two slaves a few mouthfuls of food, and give them a sigh of relief!" He ordered Wu Yong.

"Oh, alright."

Wang Teng nodded honestly, and immediately walked over with the big iron bucket.

Another mercenary said: "Be careful, those two things may just pretend to be dead, in order to trick you over, and attack you when you get close."

"Ok, I see."

Wang Teng seemed to be struggling to carry the big iron bucket, his face was slightly flushed, and his steps were a little unsteady. He walked to the door of the cage step by step, then took out the key, and opened the door.

Su Xia also walked over, holding the iron spoon, stirred in the bucket, and began to feed the slaves in the other cages around that cage.

Like Qiao Tu in the past, he didn't have so many tricks when feeding, and he didn't talk much. He just dumped the food in the cell very casually.

The other mercenaries like to play tricks, some throw the food out directly, and some ask the slaves to kneel to greet them, just like what Su Xia saw yesterday morning.

After a while, Wang Teng who entered the cage suddenly shouted: "Brother Wang, a slave died."

"What? Dead?" The old mercenary surnamed Wang frowned, dropped the iron bucket in his hand, and strode over.

Several other mercenaries also put down the iron buckets in their hands, and walked towards the cage with unsightly faces.

The death of a slave was neither a big nor a small matter.

Although slaves are lowly, they are the public property of the entire organization after all, not their private ownership.

"Really dead?"

The old mercenary entered the cage, squatted down, and turned the lying slave on the ground.

The slave's body was almost stiff, he had no breath, no vitality, and he couldn't die anymore.

Su Xia also stood outside and took a look, the blood bar on the slave's head had returned to zero, even if the gods came, they couldn't save him.

"How many people died this month?" The old mercenary slowly got up and asked another mercenary beside him.

"Three." The mercenary replied.

"It's not so good. We only have seven indicators this month, and three of them died so quickly."

"Be more careful in the days to come. If you see something you don't want to eat, you'll force-feed them. You can't die anymore. If you die a few more, the higher-ups will definitely blame you."

"..."

At most seven slaves die every month, which is a line drawn for them above.

If there were too many deaths, although they would not pay for their lives, they would inevitably be scolded and deducted money.

"Go on, stop playing, and be serious next time."

The old mercenary waved his hand, and then said to Wang Teng, "Brother Wu, drag the corpse out, it will stink if you put it here."

"Drag it out?" Wang Teng was stunned for a moment, "Brother Wang, where are you going to drag it?"

"There is a mortuary on the upper three floors. Drag it there first and hand it over to the person in charge." The old mercenary said casually, "Some important people need corpses for research, and some important people have special hobbies for corpses."

"oh oh……"

Wang Teng scratched his head and glanced at the corpse on the ground. Without thinking too much, he bent down and grabbed the trouser leg of the corpse, and began to drag it vigorously.

Su Xia wanted to help, but Wang Teng said, "Brother Qiao, I can do it by myself."

"Okay then, stay safe."

In this way, Wang Teng dragged the body alone, slowly moved to the elevator entrance, and then took the freight elevator to the third floor.

After he left, the old mercenary surnamed Wang looked at Su Xia meaningfully, and said with a smile: "Brother Qiao, you chatted with brother Wu all night, how did the chat go? Have you thought of a way to get up?"

"Don't worry about it." Su Xia said lightly.

"Hey, we are all brothers, just ask." The old mercenary said again.

"That's right, brother Joe, you've been here for two months, don't you treat everyone as brothers?" Another mercenary also said with a smile, "That's not okay, we have to be united when we are together."

"Unity?"

Su Xia also laughed, and said, "What's the use of unity in this kind of place?"

"Brother Joe still hates this place."

The old mercenary shook his head and sighed, with a look of regret on his face, and asked Su Xia: "What's wrong here? It's safe and easy. Why do you have to go to the upper world to fight to the death?"

"That's right, Brother Qiao, are you so disrespectful of your life?" Another mercenary said, "Not to mention anything else, just say that at the trial meeting tonight, people from the Nanfeng organization will definitely come to make trouble. Bullets won't see eyes at that time."

"Brother Qiao, if you are still in your previous position, you will definitely not be able to escape the trial this evening. You must watch it."

"But how comfortable you are now, you don't have to worry about anything..."

Several people looked regretful and regretful, as if they didn't understand Su Xia's choice.

They like to use the trial that will happen this evening as an example. It was the same for Wang Teng before, and it is the same for Su Xia now.

In the past two days, Su Xia and Wang Teng seemed to have talked too much, which made the mercenaries a little uncomfortable.

Therefore, as soon as Wang Teng left, several people took turns persuading Su Xia.

After more than ten minutes, Wang Teng came back.

His face was a little pale, as if he had seen some bad pictures in the morgue, and there was still a trace of fear remaining on his face.

"Brother Wu, has the body been delivered yet?" The old mercenary surnamed Wang looked at him and asked with a smile.

"Sent." Wang Teng nodded honestly.

"how do you feel?"

"It's kind of cold in there."

"Haha, this is the first time you send a corpse, just get used to it..."

Several mercenaries laughed, very easy-going, and two of them even patted Wang Teng on the shoulder, as if deliberately creating a harmonious atmosphere.

After experiencing fear and cold, it is easier to want to report to the group to keep warm.

"Stop talking, go feed those slaves, there are more than 100 mouths waiting to eat!" The old mercenary said with a smile.

"Um……"

Wang Teng didn't say much, just picked up his iron bucket and continued to feed.

Today's feeding work didn't end until after nine o'clock in the morning.

According to the usual practice, they don't have anything to do today, and then they can enjoy and relax casually, and they can play however they want in this underground world.

"Let's go, let's continue playing cards. I lost so many beer caps last night, so I have to win them back today!" said the old mercenary.

"Haha, let's go, play cards!"

A few people threw the iron bucket in their hands to the ground, and then ran to the card table impatiently.

This kind of life, although the wages are a little lower, is indeed not comparable to that of the electronics factory.

If nothing else happens, every day that follows will be a repeat of today.

However, accidents always come.

Just after twelve o'clock at noon, when everyone was going to eat, someone came down from above.

The person who came was also a mercenary of the tiger organization, who was in charge of personnel arrangements. Judging from his position, he should be a subordinate of Heihu.

He came here to announce a message: "Everyone in our organization will go to the trial meeting in the evening, and you are no exception. Pack your things early. The trial venue is in the south of the town."

"What? Are we going to watch the trial, too?"

Upon hearing this, the faces of the mercenaries all changed.

One of the advantages of staying underground is that you will not be involved in certain conflicts in the first place.

They thought that the trial meeting in the evening was just like other previous projects, and had nothing to do with them, as long as they stayed here.

But what's going on now?

"Why are we going?" Even the old mercenary with a lazy face asked hurriedly.

"why?"

The visitor looked indifferent, and said flatly: "This is an arrangement from above. If you want to know why, you can ask Mr. Heihu!"

"But we're going to guard the slaves here!" the old mercenary said eagerly.

"These slaves are locked up well, can they escape?" the visitor said indifferently.

"But……"

"If you talk nonsense again, I will deal with you as a violation of orders and kill you on the spot!"

"I……"

The old mercenary trembled and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to say anything.

The rest of the words got stuck in his neck, and he had to swallow them with difficulty, then squeezed out an extremely ugly smile, bowed and said to this person: "Okay, okay, we got it."

"Ah."

The visitor looked indifferent, turned around and went back to the elevator, took the elevator and left here.

After he left, there was only a dead silence on the fifth basement floor.

Except for Su Xia and Wang Teng, the expressions on the faces of the other mercenaries froze, motionless, as if petrified.

With their strength, what's the use of going to the Judgment Conference?

Once there is a conflict, aren't they cannon fodder?

Thinking of this, the brains of those mercenaries were buzzing.

"We...we're going too..."

One of the mercenaries looked miserable, his entire face began to turn pale, as if he had lost his soul, he couldn't stop muttering in a low voice.

The other mercenaries were not much better, their faces were ashen, like eggplants beaten by frost, and their spirits were far from as good as before.

"This underground world is not a safe place..."

Hiding here, still can't escape the arrangement of fate.

On the side, Su Xia glanced at Wang Teng, and he knew that there was a high probability that Wang Teng had arranged this matter.

No matter from the perspective of real identity or disguised identity, he thinks this arrangement is quite good!