God will also obey my laws [infinite]

The boy was very young, and he was lazily leaning on the fence with one foot backward. His flamboyant red hair made his complexion extraordinarily fair. The bright orange prison uniform on his body and the black lock ring on his neck made him look different from others. The prisoners are different, like individual rock singers.

Little Red Hair blocked Jiang Chi's way, pulled up his prison uniform with the number 114 written on it, and grinned at Jiang Chi slightly teasingly: "Look, we two are destined, you are number 110, I am 114, between us There are only three numbers in between."

"You probably didn't stop me because of fate." Jiang Chi could see that the other party was waiting for him on purpose.

Xiao Hongmao smiled frankly: "Although we met for the first time, I already know you and your performance in the first copy very well. How can this not be considered fate?"

Little Red Hair stood up straight, only reaching the position below Jiang Chi's ears. He raised his head slightly and fixed his eyes on Jiang Chi's face, with an expression that did not match his age at all.

"Hello, I'm Tian Zhenzhen, acting head of the special service team of the Shimmer Club."

"Shimmer actually employs minors?" Jiang Chi was really surprised.

"You made the same mistake as other people who met me for the first time." Xiao Hongmao leaned slightly towards Jiang Chi, right next to his ear, and said in a mature tone, "If you despise me as if I were underage, You could be dead wrong."

Like a surly kitten with a bad temper, Xiao Hongmao showed a sharp canine tooth on his upper lip, and was provocatively facing the person in front of him: "Boss sent me here to monitor you."

"Really?" Jiang Chi's tone was flat, "Please don't lie in front of me. Fortunately, I can see that you are just joking, otherwise my magic spirit has already shot."

Xiaohongmao smiled triumphantly: "No need, no need, I'm just curious to see if you can see through any lies, don't worry, the boss asked me to protect you."

"It's not necessary."

"Of course, there are other tasks..." Xiao Hongmao's smile deepened.

"Oh, thank you for your hard work, acting head." Jiang Chi said.

"Hey, you don't have to pronounce the word agent if you find it troublesome." Xiao Hongmao reminded.

"No trouble, acting head." Jiang Chi returned.

The little red-haired pouted and snorted.

Wei Ming, who had been silent all this time, listened to their conversation with his ears pricked up and was very interested. Because his eyes were too hot, Xiao Hongmao finally noticed the sinister person standing beside Jiang Chi.

"This is?" Little Red Hair asked, examining Wei Ming, from head to toe.

Wei Ming introduced himself: "My name is Wei Ming."

The little red hair muttered strangely, as if complaining to Jiang Chi: "You made friends so quickly? It seems that you are not as cold as you look on the screen."

"Hello." Xiao Hongmao and Wei Ming shook hands, and then changed his face in a second, with a naive expression, like a primary school student sitting by the sand, with a face full of sincerity and wide eyes, wanting to join others, "I Can I play with you?"

Wei Ming squinted his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and answered the question: "Yes, a place like this is more fun when there are many people."

Xiaohongmao was quite surprised, but did not hesitate to praise: "Your friend is very cool, I like to make friends with people with personality."

After speaking, Xiao Hongmao turned to look at Jiang Chi, and said, "I heard that your biggest goal in entering the dungeon this time is to find partners and join your team?"

Jiang Chi did not deny it.

Little Red Hair handed Jiang Chi a badge: "This is a blank leader badge. You can carve the pattern you like, and then imprint it on any part of your body. You can then form a new team."

Jiang Chi took the badge that Xiao Hongmao handed him, looked at it, and nodded his thanks.

"You're welcome, this badge is not a precious item." Then Xiao Hongmao explained, "When you officially form a team, the badge can also open the team system interface, but when the time comes, the most important thing for you now is to find Like-minded partners, if they are willing to join your team, use the same badge to imprint the same pattern. But remember, once the imprint is engraved..."

"I know that unless the head of the group dies, you can't leave the group." Jiang Chi replied.

"Yo, I know quite a lot." Xiao Hongmao pouted.

"Go down first, there is not much time." Jiang Chi turned around and walked up the stairs in order to continue chatting to waste time.

The people in the several floors of cells on their left almost went down to the hall, and Jiang Chi glanced at the frightening Bentham Prison that had been proposed for centuries with a calm expression.

The stairs going down are made of stacked stones, revealing a gap the size of a thumb.There was no concrete poured on the floor of the hall, it was all gravel. So many people kicked and walked together, soon a lot of dust like smoke was raised.

The broadcast just now asked them to line up in order to gather. The line like a dragon was divided into four or five lines, starting from the bottom of the watchtower to the edge of the hall.

Jiang Chi noticed that there was no one on the watchtower at the moment, and those strange prison guards did not appear. It is currently in a state of no one to manage, so some people line up as required, some are very flustered, and some are very loose.

It's easy to distinguish. People who look nervous and vigilant, look around anxiously and don't know why, should be ordinary people who are involved in the dungeon for the first time. Those who are scattered and discuss together in twos and threes are mostly awakened with a purpose. By.

"It's really interesting. A lot of Awakened teams have come, and people from the mist group have also come." Xiao Hongmao didn't know who he saw, and picked his chin with his hands, and motioned to Jiang Chi, "Hey, that woman is The eldest sister of the elite group of the mist group, Shen Qing."

As soon as they walked down, they were very qualified and consciously lined up at the end of a line. In the third line next to them, a charming woman with big wavy long hair was very eye-catching, with raised eyebrows and a charming smile.

"Why are they here?" Some memories flashed through Jiang Chi's mind. At that time, Dihe meant that some organizations entered the dungeon not only for money or props.

Little Red Hair smiled kindly: "They naturally have their own tasks, they can't control that much, and I also have mine."

The crowd in the hall was noisy and full of voices. In this curved space, the noise would become unbearable.

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A burst of electricity interrupted the din of the crowd, and everyone consciously became silent.

The mechanical female voice on the broadcast sounded again:

[Rule [-], all behaviors of prisoners in the prison must be orderly. 】

This sentence was repeated three times in total. The first time, the crowd looked at each other in dismay, and the discussion was like an explosion. The second time was broadcast after an interval of five seconds. Many scattered people did what the rules said, entered the line and started queuing. good team.

Only a small number of people were still in a daze, standing there at a loss, and some even rushed to the periphery of the hall, trying to find a place to jump over and escape, leaving this weird prison.

After the broadcast was repeated for the third time, the chaotic electric sound interrupted by the signal stopped, and those who were not queuing and running around were immediately shocked by the lock ring on their necks.

The sound of electrification made people feel numb, and the back of their neck jerked. People outside the line were so shocked that they couldn't stand upright. The great pain made them fall to the ground and foam at the mouth, and they even tried to shout or get up from the ground. less than.

"Line up! You can't violate the rules, you have to line up in order!" Many people reacted, and someone reminded them that they wanted to try to help those who were shocked, but they hesitated to stop as if they were worried that they would be shocked.

The people near the line reluctantly knelt down and tried to climb into the line with their bodies trembling with the electric current. The people farther away were not so lucky.Half a minute later, those who were far away from the line fell to the ground with terrified expressions, keeping their bows motionless, with mottled arc burns all over their bodies, looking like half-burned corpses, bared teeth, and grim faces.

The team immediately turned into a square formation of the standard queue, which was even more orderly than military training. Those who reacted kept silent and walked on thin ice. They realized that they could not violate the rules of this place, otherwise they would be punished and died by electric shock.

There were two beeps on the watchtower, and a rotating and flashing warning light scanned the crowd twice like a radar. After confirming that the teams were lined up, the large rusty iron gate under the watchtower opened and walked out. Three prison guards in the same attire as before.

The leading prison guard held a gun in his hand, and the two behind him were carrying a tray with a huge metal seal on it.Their faces were also stiff, like pinched wax figures, and the prison guard at the head spoke expressionlessly: "Now start working in groups, and get the group number plates in order, 5 people in groups."

Seeing the gun in the prison guard's hand, the crowd dared not make a sound.

The prison guard repeated it and then said, "Call your number now, and the number you call will come up to get the team's number plate."

"0...1..."

The prison guards began to read the number one by one. According to the number, the person who was read stepped forward, and then the two prison guards would stamp the number of the team on their clothes.

Because of the large number of people, the people who have been arranged are waiting for the arrival of the next rule on the other side of the line.

Jiang Chi roughly estimated the number of people, there were almost 50 people.This made him a little strange, obviously the number has already reached more than 100, but there are not so many people here now.

What's even more strange is that the prison guard has a number to read, but sometimes no one will come forward, and then he will skip this number and read the next one until someone goes up to get the group number plate.

What does the vacant number represent?Jiang Chi couldn't help feeling puzzled.

终于轮到了蒋池，110号的蒋池和111号的韦冥以及114号的小红毛，还有分别为117和118的两个陌生人被分到一组。

The 112, 113, 115, and 116 in the middle are all empty numbers.

The other two people from Jiang Chi's group covered the number plates and went to the side to join Jiang Chi and the others. One was tall and thin with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks like a monkey, while the other was round and naive. The two walked together , quite comedic.

"My name is Gan Lu, and this is my brother, Dunzi." Gan Lu greeted Jiang Chi and the others with a smile, "Seeing that you are all young, but you don't cry or make trouble, do you have experience?"

Dunzi took the conversation, and first complained to himself: "It's good to have experience. It seems that we brothers are lucky, at least not those newcomers who are crying and holding back. By the way, Brother Gang and I came in at the same time, so we were Together, Gange people are very righteous, and everyone takes care of each other."

The two are friendly and tactful.

After saying hello, they walked to the side railing and sat down, the little red hair smiled, the canine teeth were pressed against the corners of their lips, there was no ignorant expression on their childish faces, but they pierced through Gan Lu and Dunzi's Chengfu Breathing, he stared at their backs inexplicably.

Jiang Chi followed his gaze: "Do you know them?"

Little Red Hair withdrew her contemptuous look: "I know you want to find members of the Awakened League, but although this Ganlu is an Awakened, I advise you to stay away from him. He used to be a poor man, and his belief is that I am poor and I am justified. Faling is a beggar. Within a radius of five meters, as long as he stretches out his hand to beg you, and you don’t give it, he can directly take away valuables from you, including props and even information in the dungeon, and force you to give love .”

Jiang Chi naturally wouldn't like people like Gan Lu, he stroked his chin thoughtfully: "Then why is it called a beggar, isn't it a thief?"

Little Red Hair sneered: "A thief? He can't afford to be a thief. I've seen a real thief... A beggar like Ganlu can only take a few scraps. , he was directly abolished."

"If you don't want to be "morally kidnapped", stay away from those two brothers. "Little Red Hair reminded.

"Have you ever suffered from a beggar?"

"Is it possible?" Little Red Hair snorted coldly, "I never do charity."

Jiang Chi pursed his lips: "How dare you say such things openly and squarely."

Little Red Hair stared at Jiang Chi, with a very sincere look: "Aren't you curious about what my magic spirit is? If you ask me, I can't lie, I will definitely tell the whole story."

Magic spirits are both weapons and weaknesses. Premature exposure of magic spirits will make the enemy take precautions and put them at a disadvantage. Therefore, awakened people will tacitly hide their magic spirits that may become their weaknesses at any time.

It's not that Jiang Chi is not curious, it's just that he understands that since he is Su Yunyuan's subordinate and the head of the special service regiment, Xiao Hongmao and his magic spirit will not be simple.

The young man was full of smiles, but the depth in his eyes made him feel like he was hiding a knife in his smile.

Jiang Chi wasn't sure, and he wouldn't just put the other party into his camp so easily.

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Chi spread his hands, "Knowing and not knowing are nothing more than two results, cooperation or fighting."

Little Red Hair raised her hands: "Fight? Don't dare, the boss will definitely run away!"

Wei Ming listened to their conversation without saying a word, and he didn't ask any questions. He just grabbed his cold and bloodless face and listened quietly, showing interest.

At this time, the radio sounded again.

"By 6:20 p.m., move the hay from the farm to the cowshed. At least [-] piles per group."