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Wang Hengxiao was indeed extremely shocked at this time.

No one could have thought that such a thing would happen here. Although Wang Hengxiao was arrested here, he never thought about his own safety, because he subconsciously told him that he would leave here safely.

Unexpectedly, I met these ancient figures.

The son of Yang Luchan.

With a surprised look, Wang Hengxiao glanced at the other prisoners who had entered the cabin one after another. It seemed that everyone was very not simple. At first, they were just in good spirits, but at this time, after the sunshine and fresh air were washed all the way, everyone was changing.

Qi, blood and breath are getting stronger and stronger.

Yang Dingtian's spirit also undergoes tremendous changes.

Especially the full-tailed silver hair on the head, it gradually turns gray and may turn black in the near future.

"Little brother should have seen it..."

Yang Dingtian saw Wang Hengxiao's surprise and said lightly: "Everyone here is not simple. There are a few I have fought with before. However, they were captured by several foreign countries one after another and moved here. The Eastern Hattori He is very strong... These foreigners don't know the depth. Humph, everyone here will definitely make this place so earth-shaking when they go out this time!"

Hattori Ka was placed on the other end of the deck, next to the Indian man Patner, without talking, and sat cross-legged, as if adjusting his breathing, blood and blood.

"The three of us have been locked here for a hundred years, a depth of 100 meters underground and have never come out. The sunshine and the air here are very good!"

As he said that, Yang Dingtian's hair had turned gray and dark black hair had appeared one after another.

But no one noticed the US Navy passing by.

Feeling the increasingly powerful qi and blood aura emitted from Yang Dingtian's body, it is increasing every moment.

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"General, can't those four people release the iron cage?"

A captain came over and asked Chris.

It is difficult to put all the prisoners in the cabin, but the remaining four are locked in cages.

Chris hesitated for a moment, thought of Anthony's explanation, shook his head and said, "Forget it, let them be on it and cover them with canvas tonight."

The captain nodded and went to make arrangements.

Chris took the log in his hand and looked through it. It was unknown why the warden named Jax was a knowledgeable man, in Indian, Arabic, Chinese, and Japanese. He occasionally interspersed these languages ​​in his diary, which made it difficult for him to understand.

The English letters I know are intermittent but difficult to gather into a smooth language.

The words written in several languages ​​are basically difficult for others to understand except for the writer himself, because the grammar of each language is different, and it is difficult for others to understand by writing them in combinations of their understanding. Even experts who are proficient in these languages ​​cannot understand them. They can only understand vocabulary, but cannot gather into sentences.

Of course, now that there are so many talents in the world, the United States has gathered more, so it is OK to slowly interpret the meaning.

Chris thought about it, put the log away, went back and handed it to the warden, and asked him to solve it. This was a complete handover.

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The warship sailed for a long time and arrived at New York Harbor late at night.

A large number of police officers have gathered here to wait here, all of whom are here to pick up and drop off these prisoners.

Chris stood on the dock and handed over to warden Chandler.

"There are all guys who are about to die of old age."

Chris looked at the prisoners who entered the prison van and said casually: "I hope it won't add any trouble to you, but I think it's just a waste of food. But this is America, the paradise for the poor, and we won't let them starve to death."

The Chandler family is in the prison industry. This new prison was opened in cooperation with the US government. If they can collect more prisoners, the more money he makes and the more influential he will be.

In many countries, prisons in Europe and the United States are privately operated. The government handed over the prisoners to them and gave the prison operators some money. The operators can also use these free labor to do some things and make another money. Therefore, prisons are also a relatively profitable industry, but it is difficult to develop without a government background.

"Haha, General Chris, I'm so happy to know you. During the day we held a cocktail party, which was attended by many New York businessmen and officials, and there must be stars. I think if the general can attend, we will definitely surprise us."

Chandler naturally wanted to get in touch with Chris, and said with a smile: "We will deal with these prisoners properly. They are all old things. Even if they die, no one will pursue them now. Do you think so? General!"

Chris nodded, thinking of the New York star, his eyes lit up and said, "Okay, Mr. Chandler, I will stay here for a few days. I think I can rest for a while and then go to the cocktail party. We will have a good day."

Chandler nodded: "That's amazing, I'll send someone to pick you up."

Chris smiled and said, "Thank you, by the way, this is a log left by the first warden of the prison of God. I can't understand it. If Mr. Chandler was a genius of language, it might be understandable."

Chandler nodded and said, "Well, my son happens to be a language genius. I'll show him, he will be excited. You know, genius is always strange."

Chris shrugged and said goodbye.

Chandler turned around and walked towards the five prison vans over there, three of which were loaded with more than forty prisoners, and the remaining one was loaded with four huge iron cages. At this time, he was waiting for Chandler to give orders.

"Set off!"

At the order of Chandler, the police car drove the road and drove to the city.

They left the port, crossed downtown New York, and went west of the downtown area, where the huge prison just built up, is expected to accommodate more than one hundred thousand prisoners in the next decade.

Building such a prison on the edge of the largest and most prosperous city in the United States also proves how much darkness lies beneath the surface of America's prosperity.

When we left the port, it was getting brighter.

In order to hurry, Chandler ordered to go straight through the city center and take the nearest road.

"Sharp, this is something you like, General Chris gave it to me. The first warden of the prison of Gods is a language genius. There are logs written in several languages. You can take them and take them to check them out."

Chandler handed over the logs that Chris gave him to his son, a young man in a suit. Sharp, who came here because he wanted to take over the family industry, had a new prison built. In the past five years, Sharp will take over as the warden, so he came to intern in advance. But he actually didn't like this industry. What he liked was research and language research. He was a genius and could learn fluent Chinese from Chinese workers at home at the age of five.

At this time, I was already proficient in almost all languages ​​in the world.

Unfortunately, Sharp, who was engaged in ancient language research, was captured by his father to inherit the family business.

Hearing his father's words, Sharp excitedly took the log, groped in the old cover, and smiled and said, "Father, this is the best gift you gave me in ten years."

Before, Sharp didn't like money or luxury goods, such as sports cars, and Sharp didn't like it.

This is the best gift he has ever received.

Chandler smiled helplessly, a little disappointed and a little relieved. His son seemed to be a little difficult to inherit the family business. What he was pleased was that his son had the same persistence as himself and remained unchanged.

Sharp has opened the first page!

It said that Chinese, English, Japanese, Sanskrit, and Arabic were immediately excited. This difficult language game was exactly his favorite.

The words were translated one by one and then formed a messy vocabulary, and Sharp wanted to try to form logical sentences.

Sharp, who was involved, was very focused and took out his laptop and remembered something.

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Wang Hengxiao was in a very heavy mood at this time.

Hattori, who had long silver hair, also turned black, just like Yang Dingtian, and Patner's figure gradually became full, from the mummy-like figure at the beginning, gradually becoming thin, with his eyes shining brightly and unable to hide it.

The hidden aura over the past century is terrifying.

What kind of impact will these people have on the world if they lose their bondage???

"This little Japanese in the East can't help it. Just now, a few Japanese whispered code to him. They will definitely take action soon. Young man, let's be careful at that time. There are many Japanese people, and many Japanese people are locked in later... But we are not weak either. Xiao Guo, Master Dai and others are still there, plus you..."

Yang Dingtian's eyes flashed, obviously he was planning something.

The two of them were locked on one floor, with a layer of steel plates between them, and Hattori and Patner were locked below.

Yang Dingtian spoke, just like Wang Hengxiao was talking to his apprentice, using his superb skills to directly shake the air and make sounds appear in his ears, which were difficult for others to touch, let alone a layer of steel plates. However, when he got off the boat, Yang Dingtian felt Hattori and Patner talking to several people.

In fact, Yang Dingtian himself also talked to several Chinese people.

After leaving the underground, they were a group of lawless people.

The reason why I don’t act on a warship is because I can’t get to the world or the earth in the sea, and many people are slowly regaining their strength.

Over the years, almost all masters have hidden their blood and blood in their bodies. The most powerful one is that Indian Patna has almost turned into a mummy. If he lay motionless on the ground, no one would think he was a living person, but only thought he was a corpse that had been dead for many years.

boom………………

One of the two cars imprisoned dozens of other prisoners in front suddenly made a loud noise, and a figure soared into the sky and broke through the iron carriage.

But among the luxurious extended business car in the front, Sharp looked shocked and ugly, and said loudly: "Father, stop the car quickly. These are a group of madmen, a group of godlike madmen!"
Chapter completed!