Chapter 338 Cruel

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When a whip on a corpse and a living person, the same sound will be made. The reaction will be completely different.

The former will not respond and will remain silent forever.

The latter... will scream at the top of his lungs.

Interrogation requires a large number of executioners and supervisors. In order to control slaves, the imperial criminal supervision system had more than 3,000 officials in the Black Prison City alone. However, they did not agree with Lin Xiang's comprehensive inheritance of the emperor's power, and they responded with a cold and bystander attitude from beginning to end. It was not until a large number of troops mobilized from Yinyue City arrived and included the entire city in full surveillance, and they were determined to get more benefits from the situation, that they suddenly realized that things were not carried out according to their expected trajectory.

As the second batch of supplementary forces, Lin Xiang transferred nearly 2,000 troops and political reserve personnel from Yinyue City. Due to the urgent matter, time and repeated urging, two helicopters crashed during the transportation process because they were not familiar with the route. All about 50 carriers on the plane were killed. Despite this, the surprise incident did not cause any fluctuations. The appointed supervisors had just arrived at the Heizhu City and immediately entered the former Empire torture office. According to Lin Xiang's request, they conducted a comprehensive and meticulous interrogation of all "suspicious elements".

Alfra is a very pitiful woman. In the old days, she retained the most memory, which was to exchange money from different men's pockets by selling/selling/r bodies. She made a ** toy and created a huge slave empire based on this most beloved copy man. She felt like a little girl with a Barbie doll. In order to dress up her beloved Barbie and comfort her lonely soul, she bought a shirt, short skirt, boots, mansion, sports car for the beautiful golden doll... Everything was illusory. Her only requirement was to sleep with the man she loved in the big iron cage of the palace. When the reality was broken, she no longer had any attachment and left everything that had been regarded as treasures to Lin Xiang.

Unfortunately, if you want to erase the original traces of these legacy items and mark them with the Longteng collar again, you must go through a process of selecting, repairing, or removing the dregs and dirt.

The biggest problem Lin Xiang faces is the huge military group of up to one million.

They represent the entire upper ruling class of the original empire, and are perfectly ruling nobles without actual titles. In addition to the materials reserved in each warehouse, they have a huge amount of resources and wealth in their hands.

The empire did not print money, and most of the commodities exchanged with food and salt were measured by value. In order to obtain profits, military families with free cultivation rights occupied most of the arable land around the city. They bought slaves at extremely low prices to cultivate themselves. Except for a small part of the harvested profits, nearly 80% of the agricultural products were privately owned. Due to the source of logistics supply of the Imperial Team, Alfra has been obtained from the Skeleton Knights, and the material wealth accumulated in the military groups also expanded rapidly. They frantically bought slaves, expanded the area of ​​arable land, used scrap parts to piece together more mechanical products, opened hotels, taverns, underground casinos, prostitutes/houses in the city... In short, they do whatever they make money. Slaves belong to private ownership, just like domestic animals raised in captivity, exploited, squeezed, and killed them whenever they want to eat rou.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Black Prison Empire is actually a violent volcano, with thick sulfur smoke rising from the surface. Slaves and military families split into two groups that cannot be accommodated by each other. It is just because of the threat of force and death that no one dared to really stand up and roar with anger on the roar of resistance.

Lin Xiang has never killed the military group. In addition to considering the several emperors and the truces in the armistice stage, there are also a large number of people involved in each city. Killing millions of people is completely different from cleaning up thousands of officials. Their number is too large, even if Longteng takes all the reserves, preparations, and even all the citizens above the "e" level are specially used to deal with it, and the number is not even one-tenth of the military group.

The contrast is too great. Despite having the special physique that can freely produce parasites, Lin Xiang still dared not provoke this giant easily. Instead, he analyzed as much as possible, collected the internal contradictions and division points, and looked for opportunities to divide and conquer them.

It was just a chance to accompany Ying Jia to go shopping.

There are many types of coffee in the palace and the quality is very good. Lin Xiang himself did not expect to suddenly think about going to the cafe to drink something. It is even more impossible to expect conflicts with others, shooting, or killing them.

In fact, when the waiter placed the can of man on the table, he felt that he had found some clues that could be used. Of course, what he referred to here was not the inspiration for detectives such as Sherlock Holmes or Akatsuki Kogoro in old-time novels to solve the case, but the solution to the military group.

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(The dark plot is necessary. It is not that I deliberately want to create blood and darkness, but that massacres and conspiracies have run through history. The eyes all want to see beautiful things, and social change and power connection are always full of death. There is no absolute right, nor is there absolutely error. Red and black, the people and the privileged class, and humans, in fact, there is always blood of cruelty and tyranny.)

The underground torture station is not as gloomy and dark as imagined. On the contrary, the light level here is very sufficient. The powerful electricity maintains the normal operation of various mechanical devices, including electric lights. A wide tunnel nearly 500 meters long directly connects the underground facilities with the ground. At the exit, more than ten heavy dual-machine guns and machine gun sand blocks form a dense fire blockade. Several captured heavy tanks and self-propelled artillery are arranged in the courtyard leading to the underground entrance. In addition, the poisonous gas can be released at any time in the passage, causing the criminals entering it to want to escape or resist, such as suicide.

A team formed by thousands of tails of people extends from the entrance of the underground torture station, bends and twists into a strange shape like a snake in the courtyard, and drags far to the west courtyard of the royal palace behind the next wall. They are slowly moving forward, very slowly, but they do not cause any confusion.

Most of the people in the team wore imperial clothes made of ordinary materials without seals. There were men, women, and elderly people and children wearing ordinary home clothes with horror. They looked at the Longtengling armed personnel standing next to the team with fear. The latter's eyes were obviously filled with unconcealed murderous intent, cold and sarcastic, as if they were looking at a pig locked in a cage, preparing to send a production line to cut his throat, bleed, and bleed.

They are all emperors.

A middle-aged man with a tired expression turned his body blankly, and used his sticky tongue to chapped his cleaved lips. He looked at the front of the team that seemed to have no end, and then looked at the snowy sky that was still dry and cold. After hesitating for a long time, the instinctive physiological struggle deep in his heart obviously defeated the remaining reason in his mind. He took a trembling step, walked a few steps outside the team, and came to the nearest Longteng leader soldier. He looked at the other party timidly and hopefully, bit his lip, and then quickly let go, and said carefully in an almost pleading tone: "Please... can you give me some water?"

Before the other party could answer, the middle-aged man added: "I, I'm so thirsty."

He did not lie————————————————was taken out of his home by patrolmen in the morning, followed the long line and slowly moving forward. Nearly ten hours passed. The food and water stored in the stomach bag had been consumed. His "rumble" belly desperately reminded himself that he needed to eat, and what was even more unbearable was the heat that was burning from the depths of his throat.

The soldier looked at the man coldly without saying a word. He took a step back, picked up the assault rifle that was tilted in his hand, pointed it at the man's chest, and pulled the trigger.

The dull gunshot tore the nearly solidified atmosphere above the courtyard. The middle-aged man was pulled backwards by the huge impact of the bullets, and fell heavily to the ground with his body tilted. He lowered his head, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the bullets with bright red liquid oozing out of his chest in disbelief. His lips were helplessly opened. The angry and fearful light in his eyes quickly disappeared into a blank and meaningless black.

"You never have to drink water anymore. You won't be thirsty, or hungry-----"

The soldier raised his feet and kicked the body of a man who could no longer move. While mocking, he looked up and glanced at the other people in the team with horror, and said in a threatening tone: "Whoever dares to act rashly without permission, this is the end----"

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Two armored trucks were parked on the street next to the cafe, with dozens of Longteng soldiers scattered around them. A tall evolutionary officer reached out to grab the open door, suddenly forced the entire door panel from the bolt, threw it away, patted the gray on his hand, and bent down into a room that had no more obstacles.

The cafe is not a separate building. In the spacious basement, six women are locked in an iron cage less than half a meter in height. In addition to eating and excretion, they can only stay in a sleeping position most of the day.

When in the cafe, Lin Xiang's dispersed detection consciousness had already appeared. The management rights here belong to a genus of the emperor. According to the waiter's generation, these women were slaves bought from the market. Their daily food was added with stimulation/xiyao tools to promote ruwan education. Generally, it only takes half a year at most, and their ruwan volume can exceed 30 cm. The only function of their existence is to provide enough people to the cafe. In order to get enough fresh ruwan juice, they must get pregnant once at most two years.

The long-term confinement caused these female slaves to lose their basic ability to move. Each of them was very fat, with an average weight of about 200 kilograms. An expanded disinfection pipe directly entered the head, guiding the juice to flow out smoothly without any obstruction. Several of the female slaves could no longer think normally, but instead ate and excreted under biological instinct. The joy after being rescued was not seen on their dull faces. Their only independent action was to lean against the wall, raise their hands with empty eyes, and fight desperately like painlessly, squeezing out a viscous smear with a little fine blood.

This is not a case.

Not only the Black Prison Empire, but also in every city, every settlement, and even the wilderness refugee group, raising slaves is an extremely normal behavior and no one can blame them. Slave owners can let them do anything. At the cost of food, they must recover more than the cost or more than several times the cost. This has become the consensus of every wasteland residents. This has nothing to do with morality, it is just the instinct driven by mutual plunder and possession.

The search scope is not limited to a cafe. In the back hall of another military restaurant next to it, there is a large number of human liver, kidneys, heart, and other body organs stored in the cold storage. "Single-fried green onion" and "heart-lung sausage" that are fried with hot oil are all signature dishes and are said to be very popular.

In the basement of the restaurant, more than a dozen young slaves were found in captivity. Most of them were only about ten years old, their tongues were cut off, and their limbs were cut off from the wrists and ankles. This is mainly because some guests especially like "sauce-cured slivers", and there are crisp, tender and chewy routes in the hands, feet and other parts of the movement. The restaurant owner used yao items to stop the blood from the wounds of these young slaves, so that they could stay alive. Of course, this is not humane or psychological guilt, but requires fresh internal organs and routes to sell at a higher price. Especially the fresh hot brain that is directly cut off, prying the head and skull in front of you, and adding simple seasonings to mix with fresh hot brains, whether it tastes or tastes.

No one thinks this is a sin. There is no fairness in this world. Military families will always occupy material resources and status, and the descendants of slaves are still slaves. Being killed and eaten is just part of their way of death.

Because they belong to an independent sphere of influence, slaves in Black Prison City are more rampant than in the wilderness and are much cheaper. Compared to those in fifty kilograms of food, the middle-aged male slaves who are specially used for labor can be seen in the market at any time that they are newly born and have not even cut off their umbilical cords. Their price is only fifteen kilograms of bread. Most of the buyers of slave infants are military families who run restaurants and hotels, or officials with special hobbies for fresh and tender food.

The wasteland world does not have a dazzling entertainment venue like the old days. In addition to xing and alcohol to anesthetize nerves, the only way to obtain pleasure is "Jet". More advanced enjoyment... is slavery, abuse, and the ease and pleasure gained from the same kind through the screams and death of the other person.

The slaves were not unwilling to resist. They just had no ability, no weapons, or... they lacked the little bit of anger that detonated Mars.

Lin Xiang can give them all these.

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Most of the interrogation rooms in the torture office are independent compartments of about 20 square meters.

At the end of the team, a tall and thin young man was grabbed by two Longteng soldiers and dragged them into the interrogation room with the numbers "June 19" written in black paint on the door wall. Without saying a word, the man held his hands into two full steel shackles hanging from the beams of the room and then left.

Through the thick metal door panels, the heavy footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away. The young man with a frightened face turned his gaze to the front - the center of the room, and there was a simple desk with a simple structure. A middle-aged man in black clothes and wearing a black dragon on his chest sat behind the table, lowering his head, and quickly writing something on several pages of paper. Next to it, a bald man in a sleeveless shirt stood in front of a carbon stove burning with a strong fire, and slowly turned a thin iron product that seemed to be a fire tong into the depths of the carbon pile.

The air was filled with choking blood, and the iron shackles were very wide, pulling the young man's hands and body into a shape of a "y". He tried hard to tiptoe, trying to find a fulcrum on the ground that could support his body. After rubbing back and forth for a few steps, he was always slipped away by a strange sticky substance. It seemed that there was a thick layer of oil on the ground.

The lights were not very bright. When the head was lowered, the pupils in the young man's eyes suddenly shrank. The dark red liquid mixed with scattered pieces of rou had soaked the shoes on his feet. There were also some yellow and white substances that didn't know what it was. If they all came from the human body, they should obviously be the layer of fat under the skin.

What exactly is this place?

Why am I here?

What exactly do they, they, those people... want to do?

Question marks, accompanied by unspeakable fear, were pressed down on the heart like a mountain. I couldn't breathe, and I was as heavy as death.

In a state of mixed 1 and fear, people usually do not notice the true passage of time. In fact, from entering the room to observing the surroundings, less than ten seconds passed.

"Name?"

The sound was too sudden, and the young man, who was not mentally prepared, was still in a state of confusion. He raised his head and looked blankly at the direction of the sound. He saw the man in black sitting behind the desk still writing on paper, and the sound...apparently came from him.

"Name?"

Asked, no answer was received. The man in black continued to increase the volume without raising his head.

"What? What did you say?" The young man obviously hadn't figured out the situation yet.
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