From the experience of surviving in the wild, he learned to grasp the environment to prevent or respond to possible attacks. After reviewing the building structure and personnel configuration, Roland started to use his little brain to hatch his escape plan.
After just a few quick glances, Roland gave up that kind of effort. With zero experience in jailbreaking, he could understand through cursory observation that this facility that stores, imprisons [Special Goods], and functions like a prison will never make it easy for a child to go smoothly.
The possibility of leaving and escaping is so low that it makes people feel desperate.
The children's cages are placed in groups of two back to back, with 10 pairs in a row, 5 levels above and below. A total of three groups are stacked. A total of 300 children are detained here. The children are placed in the middle of the warehouse, and the men responsible for guarding carry them on their backs.
A dense arrangement against the wall with a distance of 5 meters from each other completely surrounds the pile of cages.
This layout is obviously designed to leave no visual blind spots. No matter which child escapes due to an accident due to the cage door being unlocked or the lock being broken, the guard can immediately detect when he tries to rush to the only door.
, respond quickly, and there is no need to worry about [cargo] escaping.
Simple and effective. The guy who came up with this complete security measure must have raised something. He was probably a chicken farmer or something. In order to prevent the chickens from escaping from the chicken coop, he designed such a troublesome system.
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"Yowang-chan. You are very energetic today! Are you thinking about Uncle Vince? You must be thinking about it, right? Look, look. How lonely it is to be so excited."
The vicious and obscene teasing made the [companion] frown in displeasure, and the sound of metal clashing sounded from the front as if he was trying to retaliate against the insult.
"What about that! Wang Jiang has a friend from today. Get along well and don't accidentally bite off someone's ear! By the way, the new friend is just like when Wang Jiang first came here, he likes to bite people.
As for the bad boy, if you don't give him some time, he won't be able to bite anyone like you."
The metal lock made a series of blood-curdling hisses. Roland, who was clamped under the big man's arm, saw it. Vince showed his cruel smile and said "that thing".
Lock box? Or torture device?
At first glance, the box lying on the ground was not much different from all the box-shaped objects. The black box, mixed with large suspicious brown spots and a peculiar odor, reminded Roland of a coffin. The locks and screws protruded from the outside like nails.
, accessories such as hand-screw nuts always remind people of some bad and painful things - just like those [Iron Maidens] used by interrogation witches.
The black iron box has many elements that can generate all kinds of horrific reveries. This [warehouse], [prison] where children are detained and trafficked, and the Inquisition have many things in common - including darkness, terror, inhumanity, etc.
It also includes [characteristics] of blood, cruelty and death. It is inevitable to associate black boxes with execution tools that prolong the process of pain and death.
This box has not swallowed a single life so far, but human dignity and pride will be completely destroyed after being chewed into pieces by this product of black thinking.
After seeing the boy who jumped out being held down and meeting his bloodshot, angry and confused eyes, Roland understood the purpose of the box and what was waiting for him.
"Educating disobedient children is a headache. Always pampering will only poison the children. So we need a [correction box], plus new friends to accompany us... Hey, is it such a happy thing to have new friends to accompany you?
?Be careful, Uncle Vince may be jealous because of this. Driven by that terrible feeling, Uncle Vince may do something."
He leaned down, and the threat that would surely turn into reality struck the suppressed boy with a playful rhythm. Most of his face was covered by the mask, and only the upper half of his face was blurred and stained by sweat, body dirt, and dust.
But from the outline of his face, it can be seen that with a little cleaning and grooming, he must be a very beautiful person. At this moment, the boy's hair and body hair stood on end with anger. What is incredible is that the organs that should not appear on the human body also stood on end.
The long, pointed, triangular ears were born at the back of the head. The furry tail emerged from the clothes near the lumbar vertebrae - it stood as tightly as an angry hound.
"It's so scary, so scary. Even if it's only half of it, it's still a bastard with the blood of a vile orc. It's a dangerous rare thing."
Half of the blood belongs to the orcs, and the other half comes from the [humans] that the boy hates and whose father does not even know his name or appearance. The hybrid child who has already shown the beauty of the conflict between intelligence and wildness at a young age is blocked by the mouth.
Mouth. The low whimper of an angry wild wolf erupted from the nasal cavity before attacking.
"Vince, stop playing around and get it over with."
The men who were bodyguards or attendants urged impatiently. They couldn't stand the [warehouse manager]'s sick and mother-in-law's pastime. They didn't want to stay in the space with Vince's presence for a second longer, and they all looked at him with disapproval.
The dirty and slovenly jailer scratched the fluffy and tangled hair like a bird's nest, grabbed the lice from the greasy gaps in the slits and crushed them to death. The bloody pieces were blown away with a light breath. Vince looked at the eager couple standing aside.
The man nodded, and the burly man whose arms were as thick as Roland's waist grabbed the new [resident] in the warehouse. The guys who completed the handover quickly turned around and left as if they were running away.
"The formal education work is done by the palace attendants and education officers. I am the jailer here, a guard who looks after the goods."
The gloomy joy gradually boiled, and his love and paranoia for work showed up in the form of a sadistic smile. The Beast-Eared boy who heard this declaration once let out an angry low snort, like a beast ready to pounce and bite. But Beast Boy
Suppressed by the strength of an adult, he couldn't even move his neck, and could only shoot out hot and fierce aura from his blue eyes.[
"And you - you are the prisoners, merchandise, and... toys that I am responsible for managing."
Words came out together with rancid breath, and the snap of fingers announced the start of the nasty game. The strong and powerful adults removed the gags from the two boys' mouths. Without waiting for them to spit out the bitter spit or curse, the two funnels were stuffed and pinched open.
Through the teeth, porridge or other liquid food is poured into the mouth, and then pours into the stomach pouch along the esophagus.
"Enjoy the welcome banquet and celebrate your new life and new friends. By the way, this is what you will be able to eat from now on. You must adapt as soon as possible before pulling out all your teeth, otherwise you will have to starve to death."
The boys' cries and pain are the best spices of life for Vince. Guarding day after day, the sailing life is boring and monotonous. It is necessary to dispatch lonely toys. Of course, the important goods ordered by His Majesty the King cannot be contaminated with inferiority.
Human beings are filthy, so the torture called [Training] makes the angelic faces twist into a ball of fear and pain, with snot and tears constantly left, begging for mercy with the loudest voice possible, and screaming is suspected to be venting.
A good way to relieve work stress. From batch after batch of products, Vince continues to discover similar pleasures with different details.
"Keep your energy up, the fun has just begun. In the days to come, you will go crazy with joy."
The chatty man admired the face with tears streaming down his face. The jailer who had reached a spiritual climax murmured coquettishly, and his obscene and thick snort almost drowned out the screams and roars of the boys.
The warehouse door was closed tightly again. The cool summer breeze and warm sunshine in the north were blocked by the high walls and metal doors. The rotten stench began to accumulate and ferment in a new round...)