A group of naked men and women, all male and female, crowded together and were driven out of the prison car like piglets. Feng Xue felt at this time that in the eyes of these people, she was no different from livestock. At most, she was classified as "game".
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Huang Mao, who had the ability to compete as a manager before, seemed to want to resist, but before he could do anything, a blond Caucasian man picked up the baton in his hand and hit him hard on the forehead.
Huang Mao himself was on the short side, and he was knocked to the ground by a condescending blow. Listening to the completely incomprehensible voice in his mouth, the real people around him couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"I remember this yellow hair is a power type! How could he be knocked over so easily?" Feng Xue's impression was that this person could tear apart the bad omen with his bare hands. There was no reason why he couldn't withstand such a blow.
But the next moment, he remembered his invalidated [Assassin] tag. Although it lost the [Acuity] element, it did not have a great impact on his physical fitness, and when it expired, it was not like losing the [Corpse Collector] before.
The label was completely broken, but it felt similar to the cooling of game skills. If Huang Mao hadn't seen him like this, he might not even be able to remember it.
But if you look at it this way...
Feng Xue suddenly remembered the sentence he had seen when he got the gatekeeper label:
[The power of tags relies on Infinite City, and Wu who uses tags will always be just a vassal of Infinite City.]
"So that's what it means... After leaving Infinite City, the labels given by Infinite City will lose their effect, but the labels given by outsiders' cognition can still be used? This is why outsiders' cognition is precious.
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Perhaps not wanting to waste time, the "prison guard" kicked Huang Mao again, then waved his baton again, speaking English with a slight accent, and drove them towards the direction they indicated.
Feng Xue glanced at Huang Mao, who was dragged by the prison guard's hair, and she lit a candle for him in her heart, and then started to move slowly along with the crowd.
After a short march, Feng Xue came to a corridor extending into the distance. On one side of the corridor, there was a row of boxes embedded in the wall... Well, to put it bluntly, they were prison cells. At this time, a black-skinned prison guard was walking
Walking back and forth in the corridor, the baton in his hand crossed the iron fence, and the cell doors were opened with harsh collisions. When he saw Feng Xue and the others appeared, he immediately waved the baton in his hand and said -
"Gedern! Gedern!"
"What the hell is this pronunciation?" Feng Xue felt his scalp numb when he heard it. Although he knew that this was probably asking them to come in, it was difficult for him to connect it with the English pronunciation he knew.
Is this the legendary accent?
Then can I still communicate in my half-formed English?
Feng Xue shivered, and goosebumps broke out on his body. He tried hard to recall the useful words in the limited vocabulary library in his previous life, and kept searching for the phonetic symbols that almost all were thrown back to the teacher, trying to correct them.
Bring your pronunciation to a relatively standard level.
However, these early warnings are obviously minions, and there is no point in talking to them.
"These people certainly didn't arrest Wu without a reason. Whether it was for anatomical research, torture and revenge, or even if they were to be massed and shot, there would definitely be someone who was really in charge of the matter."
Feng Xue was thinking this in her heart, but she kept looking at the surrounding situation, looking for things like surveillance cameras.
He still has a trump card in his hand that can turn the tables, and the reserve of elements in Goldfinger's arsenal is enough for him to make some big news, but without the fantasy costume, he has almost no defense. Just one bullet is enough to knock him out.
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Sure enough, "being decisive will pay off"...
Feeling the [Consciousness] in her body passing away rapidly, Feng Xue once again felt the panic she felt when she just traveled to Infinite City, staring at the countdown to her life.
But what surprised him was that in addition to Chen Xiyao's line that was continuously providing him with [consciousness], there were dozens of smaller [consciousness] that were gathering together.
However, even if all this income is added up, it is less than one-tenth of Feng Xue's daily consumption. Counting the [knowledge] saved by picking up real objects before, he will disappear completely in ten days at most.
"Ten days? They captured so many Wu, are they just perverted and want to see how Wu disappears?"
Feng Xue sighed and began to reflect on this action, but he did not regret stepping out of that door. After all, if he didn't go out, he would never know what it was like outside. He could keep wandering around various landfills and become a
Shilipo Sword God, but then what?
Don't bully the young to be poor, don't bully the old to be poor, for the dead are the most important?
To make iron, you need to be tough. Even if you are equipped with a set of phantoms, how much strength can he have to resist when facing those bosses in the residential area who may already be weird?
The failure of the tag this time is enough to prove that the tag distributed by Infinite City is only a springboard and a channel to obtain knowledge. If you want to become stronger, you still have to come outside!
Sometimes it's a good thing that you can't understand what others are saying. At least at this time, the gurgling sounds in the surrounding cages, which may be scolding and begging for mercy, can't affect Feng Xue's thinking. Although everyone hates noise, meaningless noise and useful noises can't affect Feng Xue's thinking.
After all, the quarrel of meaning makes a difference in shifting attention.
Feng Xue sat in the corner of the cell, covering the man's black balls by hugging her knees while looking for parts suitable for making the phantom in this "single room".
The cell is a typical prison shape, with an immovable hard bed fixed to the wall and the ground. The windows on the wall are equipped with iron bars, so you can't even stick your head out. Moreover, even if you can break the wall, it will be useless, because the other side of the wall is
On one side, it's just a playground for the prison to relax.
There was also a toilet on the opposite corner of the bed, which made Feng Xue understand that this was not a facility used to imprison Wu - at least it was not originally a facility to detain Wu.
"If you want to talk about blind spots, it's not that there are none, but if you want to do something with this blind spot, you are a bit treating people as fools." After patrolling the entire room for a week, Feng Xue felt that he had really thought too much. This damn prison
He wasn't even given a blanket! Is it possible to put some ash on the wall to use as a base?
How can I get anything out of it?
Quicklime that must blind you?
Just when Feng Xue was thinking about what could be used as a floor, he remembered the sound of footsteps. He didn't care about Chi Guo's embarrassment, and instantly ejected from the sitting position, rushed to the gate of the fence, and put his head
Stick it on the iron fence.
In his field of vision, there was a team of more than a dozen people. Most of them were wearing prison guard uniforms or white coats, and a few were wearing suits. But what caught Feng Xue's eye in the end was the one at the front, with a man who was clearly the leader.
Guys walking together.
No, it's actually a bit wrong to say that he is walking. This man is sitting in a wheelchair, and the two trouser legs hanging down from the front are empty. The left half of the face is centered around the eye socket, with ferocious scars spreading outward, but the eyeball as the center is...
Only an empty eye socket remains.
He used his only remaining right eye to glance at Wu who was locked in the cage one by one. Feng Xue could deeply feel the coldness like a poisonous snake contained in his sight.