Resistance to predictable harm is human instinct, so Chen Nannan does not want to go to the building honestly.

Zhao Hui was completely different. He acted quite calmly and told Chen Nannan not to resist unnecessary. Isn't it? Since it fell into the hands of these people, what would be the good result even if they resisted? Besides, if they really wanted to kill, there was no need to mobilize troops to bring the prisoners from the easternmost part of the fifth area to meet the commander.

The building is very wet, with all kinds of dirty and messy objects placed around it. It seems that no one has cleaned the halls and walkways since the birth of this building. The glass has been completely stuck in dust, losing its original transparency. Even though the sunlight outside is dazzling, the interior looks a little dim, and the faint smell is floating around.

Most of the people who came in with him stayed in the hall, but the two of them were escorting Zhao Hui and Chen Nannan, and the leading big man walked in front to lead the way.

At the corner of the end of the walkway, there is a downward staircase leading to the basement, and there is a masked man standing guard with a gun at the door.

Seeing a stranger coming, his eyes that came out of the mask were full of vigilance. His fingers that were pulled on the trigger were trembling slightly, as if he wanted to let the bullets rush out of the chamber at any time.

When the leading man passed by him, the man's eyes immediately became gentle, and he gently lowered his eyelids and did not dare to look at him.

After dozens of steps down, a spacious basement appeared. From time to time, fireworks and lights were burning, many people could be seen busy here. Some rough weapon parts on the operating table were being polished or cut, just like a small arsenal.

Bypassing a cool walkway, a row of separate rooms stayed quietly in a corner of the basement.

"Go away!" The leading man took out an IC card, swiped the sensor lock next to the door, and pushed Chen Nannan.

Zhao Hui stepped in first, and Chen Nannan followed closely behind.

There are many surveillance screens on the wall, and they are always aware of the movements of certain specific areas, including tents and deserts. Zhao Hui quickly locked in one of the scenes, which was the western edge of the Grand Canyon. No wonder the two were arrested as soon as they appeared.

At this time, it was not only Zhao Hui who was staring at the monitor, but the leather chair behind the table slowly turned around. An old man with a distorted face dropped a bullet in his hand and landed heavily on the table.

"Why did you break into my territory?" His voice seemed to come from hell, his speech was very slow, but every word pierced into someone's head like a thorn.

On the way he came, Zhao Hui was completely relieved. The worst case was nothing more than death, both sides and vertically, so there was no need to be careful. He cleared his hoarse voice and replied calmly: "The places outside the fifth area cannot accommodate us for the time being."

These words seemed to make the old man suddenly feel energetic, and his speech speed increased a lot, "For the time being? What does it mean?"

Zhao Hui replied blindly: "Maybe..., maybe we are just passing by your place and will leave soon."

"What do you mean to leave? This is my territory. I still want to go out after I come in?"

Zhao Hui looked confused and shook his head vigorously and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Okay!" The old man waved his hand and signaled the escort to go out first. A strange smile suddenly appeared on his serious face. He said, "My territory can definitely be regarded as the paradise of the Stormmen. Since he broke in, stay well, do you know? Otherwise, wouldn't it be too disgrace to give me a dignified commander."

Chen Nannan interrupted and said, "No intention to offend us..."

The old man put away his smile, raised his voice and scolded loudly, "What happened? Tell me and see."

Chen Nannan concluded that this old guy would not kill people immediately, which aroused her courage for a while and took out the official accent of working in Aokang Group for a long time, "Uh..., let's leave this for a while!"

The atmosphere instantly became extremely strange. Apart from the working noise from the electrical appliances, there were only three people's heartbeats in the whole room.

Zhao Hui and Chen Nannan looked at each other, and then looked at the old man together.

The old man suddenly slapped the table and laughed wildly for no reason: "Okay! Although I, Zhang Mingwei, don't like young people like you who are talking too much, not every Storm who just came is as conscious as you. Most of them only know how to kill and eat meat, but you... are different!"

He pointed a finger like a dead tree at Zhao Hui and said, "You..., especially you don't feel like you have a storm virus in your body. But you are a natural storm man."

Zhao Hui was a little surprised. He had been trying his best to hide the characteristics of the Stormman. Even if he used the most advanced instruments in the second area, it could not be detected. Why did Zhang Mingwei know at a glance? It means that the person who appeared here could never be a normal human.

While he was distracted, Zhang Mingwei spoke again, this time referring to Chen Nannan, "As for you, have you seen it on the way here? Those hunchbacked mad dogs are your future."

"No! No..."

This verdict is unacceptable. Chen Nannan suddenly took a few steps back and almost fell down. Zhao Hui quickly stepped forward to support her. She understood very well that the old man was right. She had thought about this problem on the way she came, but she was unwilling to face such a cruel ending.

Zhao Hui took a deep breath, turned his head and said to the old man, "How do you call him..." He was wondering if this guy named "Zhang Mingwei" should be called Mr. Zhang or something else.

"You must be thinking in your heart, I am an ugly old man, right?" After pausing, Zhang Mingwei introduced himself with some smugness, "The entire Orange Sect is ruled by me, and I am the commander of this area. If you have the life to survive, you will become a member of my family in the future."

"What is this place? What are those people outside doing?"

The old man suddenly turned from sunny to dark, stood up and walked to a photo frame by the wall, and gently stroked a golden decoration. Zhao Hui glanced at it slightly, looking like a string of round coins.

Zhang Mingwei sniffed from his mouth, wiped them with his sleeves, and was extremely careful. Just when Zhao Hui thought he could calm like this for a while, the old man suddenly turned around and said viciously: "It seems that you want to know a little too much, right?"

After being hit by Zhang Mingwei, Zhao Hui didn't know how to answer, "I..."

Just when the two thought they could not get the answer, Zhang Mingwei laughed wildly again. After he had laughed enough, he said slowly: "People outside called this place the fifth area, but it is actually a place that does not exist on the map. When you came, you headed northwest all the way, and now you are located on the south side of the junction of the fifth area and the second autonomous region."

"Second Autonomous Region? The Junction Line?"

That's right. To the south of Beining Second Autonomous Region, it is the nuclear-hit desert.

Zhang Mingwei suddenly changed from the crazy laughter just now to a serious face, lowered his voice and said in a mysterious tone: "Everyone here is a victim of the Storm virus, so we call ourselves the Storm clan!"
Chapter completed!