Dazzling lights shine in.

Benita reached out and covered her eyes to prevent the light from hurting her eyeballs.

The sound of boots on wooden boards came.

When her eyes gradually adapted to the light of the electric lamp, Benita raised her eyelids just a slit with difficulty.

Two rows of cells were squeezed into the small room. In addition to the two people opposite her who had just spoken to her, there were several rooms with human-like creatures lying in them.

But the reason why they didn't make any sound just now is not because they are too indifferent by nature, but because they have lost the ability to make sounds.

Under the dry wrinkled skin, there is almost no muscle and fat. The skeletal structure can be clearly seen from the outside. You can even vaguely see the shapes of the stomach, kidneys, and liver that have shrunk through the dry skin.

Creatures that can no longer be called human beings should theoretically be unable to survive, but for some reason they are still lingering in the world, with infusion tubes connected to their wrists, and they don’t know what is contained in them to maintain their lives.

However, perhaps they want to die more than live. These people today are just tools for producing blood. Although their names are hung, it is just to squeeze out the last drop of their blood.

In fact, although neither Palmer nor Naomi was connected to an infusion tube, they were not much better than the others.

At first glance, Palmer looks a bit like a piece of fat spread out.

From the loose, fold-like skin on his body, it can be seen that he must have been a wealthy man in the past, and it is precisely because of this that he can hold on longer than others.

Layers of skin seemed to be exuding oil and drooping around his belly. The fat remaining on his body was no longer enough to support his skin, but it was still no less than that of a normal adult male.

Naomi is in another situation. Although she looks a little haggard and has lost weight, she still looks like a human being.

On the one hand, this is because Naomi's blood is more precious than others and is not drawn so frequently. On the other hand, her vitality is also much stronger than most people.

The deflated eye sockets could not hide the strong unwillingness in her eyes. Her short dark golden hair was in a mess, but it made her look like a wet cheetah. There was still a trace of wildness in her loneliness.

Compared with other cages, Naomi's room has several more complicated locks, which even a professional locksmith would find difficult to break quickly without making a sound.

What really made her look embarrassed were the scars on her body.

A scar on the face ruined the beautiful face and only added a hint of unruly temperament. However, the wound seemed to have existed for a long time, and it seemed that the person who caused the wound controlled its depth so that it could destroy the face.

The original beauty.

But unfortunately, the effect of the scar does not seem to be strong, because when Benita saw it for the first time, she felt that Naomi became much more handsome because of it.

There are two new wounds.

One place was in the throat, and a large area was stained red with blood, but it was bandaged carefully.

Benita had just heard her story, which was left behind when she fought with the guard during her escape. The other person cut her throat with a knife, and she broke the other person's neck with her hands.

And her hands were also bloody.

In order to ensure that she could successfully form blood, Desire did not cut off Naomi's hands unnecessarily, but mutilated them until she was almost unable to open locks and fight with her bare hands.

The person showed up.

A masked man appeared between the two cells, and then a young man without any cover ran into the basement stairs. The young man stood obediently behind the masked man.

Naomi recognized the masked man because he used a torture instrument to make his hands look like this.

Desire asked the gang behind him:

"That's all?"

The gang member lowered his head and said:

"It's difficult to get too many people in a short period of time, and it can easily arouse the suspicion of the Knights. Even if too many insignificant people disappear, it will arouse the vigilance of others."

Desire sneered. As long as the plan goes smoothly, the Knights and the Church of the Original Fire will soon be under their control. It doesn't matter how many people doubt it.

However, these subordinates cannot know about such a major matter. Although they were specifically told to be a little more arrogant, they still did not dare to go too far.

Well, no mistakes can be made at the critical moment. If President Tire hadn't lacked a lot of blood, he would have even wanted to arrest fewer people.

In fact, whether it is Palmer, Benita, or Naomi, they are all high-end goods selected and specially provided to Till himself. This is why they are personally supervised by Desiré.

Desire turned to his men and said:

"Get ready and transport them to the president."

"As you command, my lord."

Desiree glanced at Benita indifferently, this little girl was not particularly suitable to appear here.

After all, children have too little blood. Although the quality is excellent, they will die if they cannot withstand a few blood draws. The price/performance ratio is too low.

Fortunately, their new colleague Wright made a crucial breakthrough, which accelerated their plan a lot.

This kind of thing is actually not too different from what humans did to him and his kind in the past.

Equally disgusting.

But Lord Tyr pulled him out of the torment of hell.

So he is willing to fall into hell again for the sake of adults, but this time, he becomes a devil.

Wait until Desiré leaves the basement and let the place be surrounded by darkness again.

The three of them fell into a long silence.

If they were transported away, they would have no chance to struggle at all.

Benita held the railing firmly with both hands:

"Sister Naomi, do you still want to escape?"

Naomi was stunned for a moment, then smiled a little lonely:

"You have also seen my hands, and they have also increased the number of guards and locks. Without tools, it will be difficult for me to open them in a short time with a hair."

Benita said:

"What if there were tools?"

Naomi's voice was a little excited:

"What tool?"

Through the light just now, Benita already knew the distance between the two cells.

She took out a cloth bag from her arms and threw it towards Naomi's cell.

The female thief easily caught the cloth bag according to the voice, opened it gently, and placed a set of simple but complete lock-picking tools inside.

Naomi said with surprise and joy:

"How do you have these things?"

Benita explained calmly:

"I spend a lot of time alone in the slums throughout the day, and home invasions and kidnappings are not unusual in a place like that."

Naomi nodded. As a child from the slums, it was normal for her to have a lock-picking bag.

Benita added:

"I also have a dagger. Although it's not very sharp, I tried it and it can still cut meat."

Naomi nodded. As a child from the slums, it was very unusual to carry a dagger with you...
Chapter completed!