"Tick tock." Another big drop of water was hitting me.
I woke up slowly, and a drop of water fell on my face. It was hot and had a strange smell. In front of my eyes were those amber eyes. At this moment, the eyes full of joy were falling on them. on my face.
"Hey, wife, you're awake."
I was still a little dizzy because I just woke up, but my vision gradually became clearer, and I saw a face that was smiling innocently. He grinned innocently: "Honey, you look so cute, hehe."
I woke up immediately. I didn't have time to see his appearance clearly, so I grabbed his collar and pulled him down hard. Then, I bumped into his forehead: "Ah!" He screamed in pain and stepped back. Taking advantage of the situation, he raised his foot and kicked his lower abdomen.
"Ah!" He cried out in pain again, and with a "plop" he fell off the bed. I turned over and straddled him directly. When I saw a knife on his side, I pulled out a knife and put it against his neck: "Don't touch me!"
I was startled, I have strength!
"Ah - it hurts, it hurts -" He held his forehead and cried out in pain, his face full of depression, "Why do you look like my mother?"
The whole room was very dark, with only one lamp swinging on the roof, illuminating the small room and its simple furnishings. There was almost no furniture in the room, only a bed, an iron table next to the door, and a wooden bench with stains and peeling paint. There was only a row of wooden strips nailed to the wall for hanging clothes.
The surrounding walls are not like our usual cement walls, but... like stainless steel. The whole room is very small, but a bit like a cabin on a cruise ship or a small dormitory in a certain base.
"Ah!" There was another exclamation, the voice of an uncle. I immediately put the knife against the boy's neck and looked forward nervously. Now every nerve in me was tense again, and any slightest movement would trigger me. Sensitive nerves.
"Calm down! Calm down!" The uncle is a European and American, with deep eye sockets, a tall nose, and very white skin. Although he has stubble, he brings out the mature flavor of a man and a bit of wildness of a real man. Just like the romantic but affectionate male protagonist in American spy movies.
He stretched forward with one hand, and in the other hand was a plate with something strange and black like steamed buns on it. He seemed nervous, but his eyes were calm. He had the characteristics of a sergeant. I could feel that he was a soldier and a warrior, because a soldier has the unique temperament of a warrior.
And behind him... is the door! At this moment, that door is open!
"Don't come here!" I yelled. If uncle is a warrior, he must be very good at fighting. I can't be careless, I need this hostage under me.
The uncle nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay." Then he looked under me and said, "Son, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Dad." The boy under me actually had time to say hello to his dad! He seemed calm and composed, without the slightest hint of panic.
It turns out they are father and son, so I need him even more! By the way, I remember the uncle called this boy Harry.
I lifted Harry's collar. When I tried to stand up, my injured leg was still a little weak. I staggered, and Harry immediately said, "Be careful of your injuries!"
"Let's go!" I pushed him forward, the knife still pressed against his neck. The people who care about me the most now are all fake!
He raised his hands high and looked sadly at the motionless uncle: "Dad, my wife is going to be seen by everyone..."
His father actually winked at him, his eyes full of frustration: "Why are you such a scumbag!"
"Let's go!" The flirting between the two of them was too dangerous!
I stared at the uncle closely, and used a knife to force Harry to take me out of the door, out of that small door that could bring me hope. But when I walked out of that small door, my brain buzzed into an even greater shock.
An underground city suddenly caught my eye!
Rows of dilapidated huts were built close to the cliff, layer by layer, and at the door of each floor was a narrow steel corridor with railings like here.
There was no trace of sunlight in the sky, and it seemed like a huge steel plate covered the entire underground city, hiding it. Light tubes were neatly arranged at regular intervals on the top, and the weak light barely illuminated this shabby underground city. Faintly, there seems to be a ropeway above, which seems to be a zipline.
There is a large square downstairs where I am standing. There is a ditch beside the square. Under the weak light, you can vaguely see that it is a water ditch. On the other side of the square, two huge warships were stranded. There were people walking faintly on the warships, who did not look like soldiers. There were also underwear and other clean clothes hanging on the deck.
Where did I end up
The man-eating ghosts.
Various abilities.
Hanging motorcycle.
High in the sky, Silver Moon City is as cold and ruthless as the moon.
And now... it's such a dungeon!
The underground city is so big that you can't see it all at a glance. The roads at the ends of both sides extend and turn, which should lead to other areas. There is much more to this dungeon than the area I saw in front of me.
The building I am currently on is on the third floor, and the building opposite has seven or eight floors in total. At this moment, people have begun to gather below. They are wearing patched clothes and are very shabby. However, they look better than the tribesmen in Here. They have shoes instead of straw sandals.
They had kind smiles on their faces, more like seven aunts and eight aunts running over to watch the fun and see someone make a fool of themselves.
"Bang bang bang bang." Someone was coming in a hurry, walking on the steel corridor and making a huge noise. I looked towards the noise, but it was... three women!
The moment I saw the woman, I suddenly felt relieved for some reason, as if only women in this world could make me feel at ease.
The leader is a red-haired female instructor with an extremely sexy figure and impressive spirit. Her facial features are very delicate and she is European and American. Her big almond-like eyes are amber in color, and her curly red hair makes her even more sexy and charming. Wearing a dark green and black military uniform made her red hair more vivid.
The military uniform tightly wrapped around her curves, and her chest protruded outwards, as if the precarious buttons would pop open with every breath, exuding a sense of seduction from the uniform.
Behind her were two girls. The girl on the left was about the same age as me. She was also wearing a tight-fitting military uniform and had clean, ear-length hair. The hair color was actually white, but she had a face as oriental as mine. A human face, however, her eye color is not the black or brown of us Orientals, but a pair of snow eyes.