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The lights of the secondary prison area and the ordinary prison area were turned off at the same time, and the heavy prison area fell into complete darkness.

There was no light at all, but voices could be heard, heavy panting, one after another, filling the surrounding air, these were those felons who had not seen the light all year round and had lost their sense of time.

When Cen Zhuo walked in, he saw a lot of knowledge, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on his arms, which was the instinctive human fear of darkness and the unknown.

"Three heavens," the staff's voice sounded from behind, "the third level."

Cen Zhuo was startled, subconsciously approached Zhu Yeliang, Zhu Yeliang took a step forward, protecting him in front of him, sticking to his back, reassuring him.

It's these small actions, these seemingly inadvertent cares that make Cen Zhuo have unrealistic fantasies, imagining that he may have his own place in his heart.

"Galantang," a man's voice in the dark, not from a loudspeaker, "welcome to the third heaven."

Zhuyeliang turned on the ultrasound imaging to assist his vision. Directly opposite, in front of the triple sky more than ten meters wide, he saw a tall figure in a suit, wearing a lotus badge on his left chest.

"Who are you?" Cen Zhuo asked.

The position of the voice moved slightly, and he was pacing: "The person you want to meet is the owner of Ghost Town—the head of the Western Branch, Guan Tieqiang."

Cen Zhuo looked at Zhu Yeliang.

Zhui Yeliang lowered his body and pressed against his ear: "He is alone, without a weapon. He is a high-ranking cadre according to his attire and appearance."

"Guan Branch," Cen Zhuo said with confidence, "Yu Ze is the owner of Menggui City, and you are just guarding the city for him."

There was a long silence over there, probably suppressing anger, and after a while, he spoke again: "That's right, you're right, this world belongs to the president."

"Before the official recruitment, Jialantang is not owned by the dyeing society," Cen Zhuo said awe-inspiringly, "Please come up with a question."

Guan Tieqiang stopped, and said slowly in that dull voice, "One of the four Jianghan branch chiefs is an undercover agent of yours. The chief needs to know who this person is."

Hearing this, Cen Zhuo was astonished, Jianghan has an undercover agent from Jialantang?Why don't I know.

"Brother Cen?" Gao Xiu and Yuan Zhen also asked.

After the first two checks, Cen Zhuo probably understood the routine here. They didn't say a word of truth, and they were probably defrauding him: "Guan Branch, you made a mistake. Jialantang has no need and ability to place undercover agents in Jianghan."

It's not necessary, it's disdain, lack of ability, it's a fact.

Guan Tieqiang smiled: "There is no Jialantang," he suppressed his smile, "but Peony Lion has."

Cen Zhuo was stunned, he pretended to be a peony lion, and he even believed in the dyeing society?

Guan Tieqiang slapped the alloy door behind him: "If you want to enter the third heaven, report the undercover agent, otherwise..."

Cen Zhuo stared at the darkness.

"You can only fight from here," Guan Tieqiang shrugged, "but a reminder, it only takes 2 minutes for the first and second heavens to be completely closed."

When Cen Zhuo turned his head, the two gates were hanging far away and might fall down at any time.

They are making people catch a turtle in their urn.

"I understand," he said, "Dyeshe doesn't want to recruit An Jialantang at all. The three checkpoints and undercover agents are all fucking for us. You just want us to be unable to answer and make it difficult!"

"Chairman Cen," Guan Tieqiang corrected him, "It was you who proposed to enter Menggui City and recruit security in the core area. We never invited you!"

Cen Zhuo picked up the special gun, and Black Dice and Reincarnation Fire immediately entered into a fighting state. At this moment, Zhui Yeliang said: "There are undercover agents." He took a step forward, "It is indeed among the four branch chiefs."

"Yezi!" Cen Zhuo was shocked, since he arrived in Xingdu, this person has been very abnormal, his words and deeds are unexpected, as if he has become another person.

Zhui Yeliang didn't respond to him, and asked Guan Tieqiang directly: "Who does the western branch want to be undercover?"

This surprised Guan Tieqiang. The Western Branch really wanted to kill two birds with one stone. Not only did they find out the undercover and return to Jianghan to claim credit, but they also wanted the undercover to be someone they hoped for.

Such a secret purpose was actually seen through by a shabby skeleton.

"This undercover agent..." Guan Tieqiang chose his words carefully, "We have someone to suspect in the western branch."

Zhu Yeliang is very straightforward: "Please tell me."

Guan Tieqiang was a little taken aback, he didn't expect that Jialantang's determination to recruit security was so urgent: "We think it's Si Jie from the northern branch."

Zhu Ye remained silent, thinking for a long time, Guan Tieqiang waited for him until he said: "That's him."

"Yezi!" Cen Zhuo couldn't believe it, this is not the majestic and fearless Zhu Yeliang, he has no principles, no dignity, and even no conscience.

"It doesn't matter who it is," Zhu Yeliang knelt in front of Cen Zhuo, with a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Anyway, they are all from the dye society."

"But this is something out of nothing," Cen Zhuo was sober, "it's harmful."

"It's our enemies who are harmed." Zhui Yeliang emphasized.

Yes, it's an enemy, but this enemy has never even seen him before. He doesn't know whether he is a man or a woman, good or bad. For their own purposes, they want this person to die?

"It shouldn't be like this, Ye Zi..." Cen Zhuo looked at him with a disappointed, even contemptuous expression.

Zhu Yeliang hurriedly avoided, he couldn't see those eyes, and asked Guan Tieqiang instead: "We will say the same when we see Yuze, can we enter the third heaven now?"

"Of course," Guan Tieqiang clapped his hands, "Congratulations, everyone, successfully passed the third level!"

As soon as the words fell, the huge gate was lifted slowly, with rumbling vibrations.At the same time, the lights in the general prison area, the second-level prison area, and the heavy prison area were brightened up one by one, and the screams of felons sounded all around. The pupils that had been dilated for a long time did not have time to shrink, and the eyeballs were stinging, and even blind for a short time.

The terrified shouts disturbed Jialantang's attention, and before the gate was fully lifted, an unpainted gray skeleton suddenly rushed out and went straight to Cen Zhuo.

This is an unfinished product, which is often called a model machine. The main weapon is a stick, which is rarely seen in actual combat skeletons. It is obviously still in the development and testing stage.

"Reincarnation fire!" Cen Zhuo immediately dodged, Yuan Zhen's high-temperature flame was in place at the same time, the model machine retreated, taking advantage of this gap, the black dice quickly dropped into the neutron field.

Guan Tieqiang watched the battle leisurely: "Dyeshe's new generation II manned skeleton, the Yasha series, is [-] meters high and weighs five and a half tons. Wear it casually, the first batch of [-] pieces will be rolled off the production line, and it is expected to complete the test within half a year and put them on the southern battlefield."

A row of neutron fields exploded in front of Cen Zhuo. He held a special gun and fired: "Damn your Western branch, let us be free testers!"

"Where?" Guan Tieqiang chuckled, "This is the final test for Jialantang."

The model machine picked up the metal stick, and with a terrifying sound of wind, launched a continuous attack from four meters away. The so-called one inch is one inch long and one inch is strong. Sweeping with a stick, and the high-temperature flames are often avoided by virtue of their distance advantage before they are in place.

Dazzling with the long stick, with a sudden jerk, the black dice was hit on the left chest, flew more than ten meters away, and dented the entire cell wall.

The power is so great that it is staggering.

Gao Xiu had actually seen his moves, but because of his disabled left hand, he couldn't keep up with the parry, which caused the circuit failure of the breastplate and temporarily lost the ability to counterattack.

If it was a test, the model machine should turn around and attack other people at this time, but it didn't. Instead, it chased the black dice and raised the long stick above its head, obviously to kill it.

"Fuck!" Cen Zhuo rushed forward, and the two special guns fired alternately, "Yezi! Don't look at it, An who recruited a big-headed ghost, Dyeshe wants us to die!"

"President Cen!" Guan Tieqiang clarified again, "You have misunderstood. The controller of the model machine is the same as the previous two levels. You, he can be free."

"This prison area", that is, the heavy prison area, Cen Zhuo was terrified. Although the behemoth in front of him was a low-level model machine, it was probably operated by a senior cadre of the lion's level.

He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, desperately rushing into that guy's stick wind. A long stick can suppress bones, but it is difficult for humans with a huge difference in size.

Cen Zhuo aimed close up and hit several key points on his knees, hips, and shoulder joints one after another. When changing magazines, he noticed that the way it used the stick was a bit strange, with more chopping and less stabbing, as if it was used to For those who use knives, and the habit of exerting force is very similar to Zhuyeliang, they put their shoulders first and then make a move, which means that they are in the same vein.

Zhui Yeliang also discovered that this guy's way is very similar to an old friend.

Because of this, he stood still, and Yuan Zhen shouted at him anxiously: "What are you waiting for, protect Brother Cen!"

Only then did Zhuyeliang pull out the left and right lion teeth, and the scarlet blade dazzled everyone in the cramped room. The model machine turned around and looked at him, stunned.

Cen Zhuo took the opportunity to run to the black dice. Gao Xiu was repairing the damaged circuit with his own program. It took a little time, but he tried to stand up.

The model machine walked towards Zhu Yeliang, turning the huge metal rod with one hand, and looked at him.

Zhuye Liang also stared at him, very calm and calm.

Glass eyes, paired lion-tooth knives, lion roar, and dakini lion, although it is just a bare skeleton, this configuration is like the second coming of the peony lion.

"Tsk," the model machine said in a contemptuous tone, "What kind of shit imitation show."

Zhui Yeliang didn't speak, the focus of the eyepiece moved slowly with him.

"It's a pity," the model machine stabbed wildly, "you ran into me."

Zhui Yeliang clenched his knife unconsciously. This voice, this defiant attitude, was really him, the brat who fought hard in Jianghan to the end, his bones were completely shattered, and he was seriously injured in 27 places.

He should have thought of it earlier.

Ever since he saw Wei Xiao, he should have thought of it.

"As long as I kill you all, I can get out of this dark death cell," the model machine looked up at the simple lamps on the ceiling, "I don't know how long, this is the first fucking light," he looked at Zhu Yeliang, the eyepiece light flickered suddenly, and rushed up with a long stick, "It's for me!"

Fighting short-handedly, the Lion Tooth Knife made a cross in front of the chest. After receiving a stick, the model machine attacked again, sweeping overhand, sidehand, and lower body. There was no flaw. It tilted its head in confusion. Understand what's going on with this skeleton, why not attack, but take the defensive.

Suddenly, the moment he passed by, there was a soft voice in his ear: "Zheng Yuan."

The model machine stopped, the stick was still in the air, and it made a funny pose, staring at Zhui Yeliang.

Zhu Yeliang stopped talking, jumped a meter or two away, drew his two knives to his side, and looked at the people inside through the steel structure of the model machine. .

"Brother..." Zheng Yuan only uttered a small sound, and then stopped it. He couldn't call, and he couldn't say any details that might reveal the identity of the person in front of him.

A person like an older brother, his comrade-in-arms, boss, and saber master.When everyone was holding Yao Huangyun, who was young and successful, and turning a blind eye to himself at the same age, only this person patted him on the shoulder and told him: "All good flowers will bloom, but some are earlier and some are later."

You know, this person never speaks easily.

Not long after, Zheng Yuan's flowers really bloomed, where Qianjun Jianfeng pointed, he moved forward without hesitation, and sat down to the first seat in the east.

He still remembers that day, it was midsummer, in the mansion by the Changjiang River, flowers, fountains, wine and women, he entertained him warmly: "Brother, without you, I would not be where I am today!"

Good wine made from grain, he drank it, but the man didn't move.

"Brother," Zheng Yuan put down his glass, "I've never seen you take off your bones."

"I never take it off."

Zheng Yuan was surprised, blinked slyly, and pointed at the men and women around him: "That's not a lot of fun," he waved his hand, "Bones have fun, brother, I'll teach you."

He ordered two people, they were the imperial guards, he didn't remember the gender, and asked them to put on skeletons, disassemble the G12 and Q9 armor respectively, and under the bright French windows, in front of everyone, they were stimulated by alcohol and drugs, and indulged in sensuality.

"Zheng Yuan," that person turned a blind eye to such a curious scene, "I only said a word when you were frustrated, and you will remember it today," he shook his head, "You are too emotional."

Zheng Yuan smiled: "Brother, you are not someone else."

"No one can be easily trusted," said the man, "including me."

Zheng Yuan stared at him blankly.

"Remember the name of your skeleton and be a merciless guest."

If he could really be ruthless, Zheng Yuan would not have fought to the last moment, escaped death, ruined his reputation, and was imprisoned in the prison in Area A of the Third Heaven Queen of the Ghost City, lingering in the darkness.

But it's different now, that person is alive, with the lion's tooth knife, with all the hatred and hope, opened the three gates of the ghost town, and came back!

Zheng Yuan trembled in the model machine.

He watched Zhu Yeliang walking towards him, like a ray of light illuminating his whole world, he was his wish to kill, his lost glory, he...

With a bang, the royal cabin was pierced through, and it was the right lion's tooth that accurately found his position and split the chest cavity in half.

Zheng Yuan was dumbfounded.

"Why..." He grabbed Zhu Yeliang's shoulder and refused to fall down.

Zhu Yeliang drew his knife, and the blood filled the controller's cabin in an instant: "I want to enter the core area."

Isn't this the core area!What's more, what is so important, more important than his brother and this dignified controller?Zheng Yuan convulsed and couldn't speak.

"I told you," Zhu Yeliang whispered with a sigh, "don't believe anyone, including me."