Night’s Nomenclature-Chapter 486: Its Okay

The A02 secret military base covers an area of 8100 mu.

The military area occupies 6100 mu, where batches of Eight-Forked Organization Gene Soldiers undergo the most rigorous training before becoming elite intelligence personnel.

The remaining 2000 mu are for the prisoners' camp and rock field. Hundreds of prisoners are transported here, only to eat coarse grain buns every day, without even the most basic synthetic protein bars.

In the sky, every 12 drones form a patrol group, with a total of 18 groups patrolling the sky.

The entire perimeter of the A02 secret military base is surrounded by high-voltage power grids.

All prisoners have a raised black metal button embedded in the back of their necks.

The voice of each prisoner is recorded and transmitted to the prison guard department of the secret military base, which also integrates a positioning system and miniature explosives.

The prisoners are silent because saying the wrong word might result in new physical punishments.

Someone had just whispered, "Did he kill all the soldiers on the Takama-ga-hara?" but no one dared to answer him.

The atmosphere among all the prisoners was as if a liquid nitrogen bomb had been dropped, solidifying and freezing everything.

They just watched silently as Shendai soldiers pressed the blood-covered teenager to the ground, and as the bodies of the Shendai soldiers were carried out.

The prisoners here have no source of information; they don't even know who this teenager is.

What kind of prisoner could kill all the soldiers transporting him, and then calmly accept being a prisoner?

At one point, they saw the teenager, who was being held down on the frozen earth by soldiers, even taking the time to look over at them.

Surrounded by armed soldiers, next to more than twenty corpses.

He was clearly smiling, but the fierce aura was overwhelming.

This was probably the most contrasting scene the prisoners had ever seen.

Soon, the teenager was escorted to the middle of the rock field, under a simple shack among the rubble.

The rock field was like a huge playground, and the shack was in the middle of it.

All the prisoners were stunned: "That's…"

It was a pigsty, with wind blowing through it from all sides, just a few simple wooden posts, enclosing seven black pigs.

The pigsty reeked, and stepping in the black mud would submerge your ankles.

But none of that mattered. What mattered was that it used to be where Qing Mu was held.

Qing Mu was humiliated here for 19 years and was only transferred away more than ten days ago. Now, another teenager has been locked in.

The prisoners' eyes changed. Some were curious, and some were solemn.

At this moment, dozens of Shendai soldiers rushed over with whips, one of them whipping a middle-aged prisoner in the Face[-], leaving a deep scar.

"What are you looking at? Keep moving rocks!" the Shendai soldiers shouted sternly. "If you don't finish moving them before sunset, no one eats!"

The prisoners scattered in panic, returning to their rocks to continue carrying them.

They had to move the rocks from the east to the west, passing by the pigsty in the middle.

The prisoners watched from a few meters away as the Shendai soldiers put heavy shackles on the teenager. These shackles were specially made for Metahumans, weighing dozens or hundreds of pounds.

Having hundreds of pounds on one hand meant thousands of pounds on both hands.

Not only on the hands but also on the ankles.

Even for Metahumans, moving with these things would take all their strength.

Someone secretly glanced over and was shocked to find that the shackles Shendai put on the teenager were of the highest level, used to restrain B-Class Gene Soldiers!

The shackles on Qing Chen's feet were also connected to the ground, the alloy chains piercing into the earth, restricting him to stay in the pigsty.

Now that they were closer, the prisoners' first reaction to Qing Chen was… he was too young.

When Qing Mu was imprisoned, he was already 31 years old.

Qing Chen was much younger than Qing Mu.

Some of the prisoners had been there as long as Qing Mu, and they couldn't help but wonder what kind of identity would cause a seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenager to be imprisoned in this pigsty like Qing Mu?

However, at this moment, as a Shendai soldier was putting the last shackle on Qing Chen's left hand, he was suddenly grabbed around the neck by Qing Chen's arm.

He struggled angrily, his Face[-] turning redder and redder.

The Shendai soldiers next to him poked Qing Chen's head with their gun muzzles: "Let him go!"

Qing Chen didn't let go but looked around: "Shoot."

But the Shendai soldiers continued to roar, and no one dared to shoot.

They were well aware of Qing Chen's importance. Although he was a prisoner, anyone who accidentally killed him would probably become a prisoner in this A02 secret military base.

How much the prisoners hated them determined how miserable their fate would be after becoming prisoners.

And Qing Chen was sure that these people didn't dare to kill him. He said calmly, "Be more careful next time. After all, you only have one chance."

Fierce.

Arrogant.

Even as a prisoner, even with more than a dozen black muzzles pointed at him, he remained unfazed.

As soon as he finished speaking, with a snap, the neck of the Shendai soldier he was holding broke.

Qing Chen nonchalantly reached out his left hand again, signaling the other Shendai soldiers to continue putting on the shackles.

The Shendai soldiers were frightened and backed away. After a long time, someone cautiously approached and locked the last shackle on Qing Chen.

After locking him up, the Shendai soldiers rushed forward and punched and kicked Qing Chen, but Qing Chen just squatted down in the pigsty's stinking mud, holding his head and saying nothing.

Holding your head and squatting on the ground is the best protective posture to avoid organ damage, and holding your head also prevents someone from hitting the back of your head, causing dizziness and loss of balance.

The seven black pigs in the pigsty were frightened and scurried around, eventually cowering in the corner.

Qing Chen remained squatting, enduring.

Coming here, would surrendering and obeying allow him to leave the pigsty and avoid physical punishment?

No.

Since it was useless, why be timid?

Just as the Shendai soldiers were punching and kicking Qing Chen, he actually endured the heavy shackles and grabbed the leg of a Shendai soldier.

His arm muscles suddenly burst forth, and he forcibly broke the soldier's calf.

When the sound of bone cracking came from the pigsty, many prisoners shivered subconsciously.

Where did someone so fierce in such a harsh environment come from?!

In the prisoner ranks, several people looked at each other upon seeing this scene, then silently turned their heads back and continued to carry the rocks in their arms.

They had walked this road of carrying rocks for nineteen years, and they were already numb.

But now, suddenly someone appeared, like shouting in their numb ears, waking them up.

At this time, Shendai Yunzhi, in military uniform, walked over with a gloomy Face[-].

He raised his arm and clenched his fist, and all the prisoners immediately stopped their work, standing bitterly in the cold wind holding the rocks.

The soldiers in the pigsty quickly stopped beating Qing Chen, walked out, and lined up.

Shendai Yunzhi looked at the soldier with the broken leg wailing, and then at the body of the soldier killed by Qing Chen, spitting out two words from between his teeth: "Waste."

He turned to Face[-] the prisoners and said loudly: "Perhaps you were all curious about where Qing Mu, who stayed in that pigsty for nineteen years, went? Then let me solemnly introduce this new prisoner, Qing Chen, PCA Federation Central Intelligence Agency Intelligence Bureau One-Seventh Group Supervisor, who could have become the youngest director in PCA history."

"Under his leadership, Shendai Consortium's important figure, Shendai Jingbian, was traded from Koshima. This Qing Chen Supervisor planned to take Qing Mu home using Shendai Jingbian as a bargaining chip. Unfortunately, the person who wanted to take Qing Mu home ended up becoming Qing Mu himself. Would you say that's a joke?"

The prisoners were stunned.

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Shendai Yunzhi smiled: "Today, everyone doesn't have to continue moving stones. Let's play a game. Everyone who passes by the pigsty spits on him. Those who spit can receive a synthetic protein bar each. Of course, there is also a prerequisite that everyone must spit. If one person is missing, others will miss the opportunity to receive protein bars. Okay, let's begin."

The prisoners remained silent, but this silence was soon broken. Someone threw down the stone and rushed to the pigsty, spitting on Qing Chen.

The 2900 prisoners here have complex personnel structures, with the Qing Family and Li Clan each forming their own groups, and a batch of prisoners captured by Shendai.

And the first to take the lead in spitting were these prisoners who had broken the law.

Qing Chen remained squatting on the ground, letting all the suffering come, he knew what Shendai Yunzhi wanted to do. The other party not only wanted to imprison him but also wanted to break his spirit.

The other party enjoyed the pleasure of manipulating people's hearts, and his expression became even happier when he saw people from the Qing Family also spitting on Qing Chen.

Fate seemed to have come full circle.

It was still a prison, but this time there was no Li Shutong in the prison, and there was no Yi's humanitarian management.

This was the most cruel part of the Inner World, even more cruel than the battlefield.

This was the Inner World.

The world Qing Chen had come into contact with in the past was too kind. He had never been to cruel places, nor had he lived in the lower three districts.

From the beginning, he had lived the life of a superior person, so he could treat everything as a game.

But now, he was experiencing the coldness of this world firsthand.

Among the prisoners, some hesitated to come forward. Shendai Yunzhi didn't care, just watching with a grin, his expression perverted and twisted.

In the end, those who had spit looked coldly at those who hadn't.

Someone sneered: "What time is it, and you still haven't forgotten your old master? Hurry up, don't delay everyone from getting protein bars!"

Shendai Yunzhi raised his hand and looked at his watch: "One minute left."

Those who hadn't spit slowly walked to the front of the pigsty and spat a few times lightly.

They silently looked at the teenager whose clothes were wet with saliva, who looked up at them and said with a smile: "It's okay."

The prisoners were stunned for a moment, but no one said anything.

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