Taking advantage of this opportunity, Charles quickly rushed towards Heimihe. He couldn't let that guy use the relic again.
"@&＃*!!" Black Mich said something quickly, and the others rushed to block Charles, trying to distance the two.
Seeing that Heimihe behind the crowd picked up the hourglass again, Charles gritted his teeth, stepped hard on the monster in front of him, and his body flew directly into the air.
His vision became clear and he instantly saw Heimihe in the distance, but at the same time his body was exposed to the muzzle of the gun.
A dozen gun barrels below had been raised. As long as they fired bullets, Charles would be shot into a sieve in an instant.
At this critical moment, a hook shot out from Charles's prosthetic limb and pierced Hemiher's palm in the distance. The hourglass fell to the ground and bounced.
With a sudden pull of the grappling spear, Charles in mid-air quickly flew towards Heimihe. A gunshot rang out, hitting the ceiling behind Charles.
Charles's prosthetic limb fell down, and most of Hemihe's neck was directly cut off by the chainsaw.
In the blood rain, Charles slowly turned around and glared at the Mihs who were standing there in a daze.
These monsters looked at the humans in front of them, with expressions of fear in their cross-shaped pupils.
"Buzz~!" The chainsaw started turning again, and Charles pounced towards them like a tiger.
Needless to say, the process was that without using the relics, Hemihe and the rest of the guys were like chickens and dogs in front of Charles.
Ten minutes later, Charles, covered in blood, was gasping for breath, with Mih's bodies all around him.
He looked at the gunshot wound on his leg, clenched his cheek tightly, stretched out his right hand fingers, and forcibly pulled the bullet out.
"Wait, this thing should still be useful." Richard controlled his body and picked up the hourglass from the pool of blood.
Charles walked towards the exit, leaving bloody footprints step by step. There was a staircase, and it was obvious that the second laboratory was underground.
It seemed very bright outside, with a hint of noise, a bit like a busy square at seven o'clock in the evening on summer.
When they slowly walked out, the scene in front of them made a trace of despair appear on their faces.
Richard angrily raised the hourglass in his hand and threw it hard on the ground, "Damn it! There are so many people, what's the point of fighting? If you had told us there were so many people, we would have stayed in the cell at ease!"
Directly opposite the exit was a square nearly the size of four football fields.
Nearly ten thousand Mihs were making various human props in the square, and hundreds of Black Mihs were standing around monitoring and guarding. Each of them had a relic of varying sizes in their hands.
At this moment, all the monsters in the square looked at them in unison. There was no emotion in their eyes, but the huge pressure they brought made Charles breathless.
Richard smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, if we go back now and close the door from the inside, will they let us go?"
"What's the point of saying this now! This is all your fault!"
"Oh, I know I was wrong. If I can survive this time, I will listen to you next time."
Charles suppressed the anger in his heart and looked into the distance. There was the city they had come from before. Although the hope was slim, as long as he ran into the city, he would have a chance to escape the pursuit of these things.
"Let's fight!" Charles ignored Mih's eyes and dragged his injured leg as he ran towards that side.
The next second, Mih in the square moved instantly, and they ran around noisily.
Charles' face was stunned at first, then he was ecstatic, and ran wildly towards the city. However, as one of the black Mih raised the relic in his hand, Charles' body quickly stiffened, as if he had turned into a piece of rigid stone and fell to the ground.
In a daze, he lost his will once again.
When Charles woke up again, the light above his head made him squint subconsciously.
When he got used to the light, he found himself trapped in an empty white room. This time his "treatment" was much better. He was tied to a steel frame. Not only were his limbs shackled, but his body was also wrapped in layers of chains.
Directly opposite him was a huge glass wall, behind which stood several Mihs, who were even operating some electronic equipment, seemingly using it to detect Charles.
Richard breathed a sigh of relief, "It's OK, buddy, I finally got my life back."
There was a hint of anger in Charles' eyes. His other personality was too reckless, but he didn't want to quarrel with him at this time.
At this moment, a door next to it opened, and a man named Mih in a robe walked in. In one hand he held a whip with barbs, and in the other hand he held a bucket with black water in it.
The whip was first soaked in a bucket and then quickly swung.
"Snap!" The whip hit Charles' body hard, and the burning pain made Charles groan.
After whipping Charles more than ten times, leaving his skin and flesh torn, Mih left with the whip.
Charles thought that his punishment was over, but he didn't know that the pain in his body had just begun. As time went by, the wound seemed to be crawling with countless ants, constantly gnawing at his flesh and blood.
Charles' muscles were shaking with pain, and even with his strong will, he couldn't bear it and screamed from time to time.
The empty room was filled with Charles' screams, interspersed with Richard's insults.
The excruciating pain subsided after two hours, leaving Charles trembling and gasping for air.
"Bang!" The iron door was opened, and another Mih walked in. This time he did not bring any torture instruments, but a pot of mushrooms. He put the mushrooms in front of Charles and walked out.
Charles could understand that the other party was punishing him, but what did it mean to put a pot of mushrooms here
Time passed minute by minute, and Charles endured the pain in his heart as he thought about the information he had obtained. Even though Mih had a large number of people and the hope was slim, he still did not give up the hope of escape.
Two hours later, two Mihs came in. The one in front was wearing a white robe, and the one behind was holding a notebook in his hand.
"＆＊@￡..." A series of rapid and noisy sounds came out from the long lips of Mih in the white robe.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I don't understand what you are saying!" said the weak Charles weakly.
Mih in white robe ignored Charles' words and continued talking to himself, while the person standing behind him quickly took notes with a pen.
Charles took a quick look and found that he could not understand the words written in the notebook at all. Just like the words on the goods in the fake city, they were all messy little black dots.
Just as Charles was wondering what Mih was doing opposite him, the low murmur sounded in his ears.
Charles had a painful expression on his face. In this situation, he could do nothing but grit his teeth and endure it.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt something unusual about the sound. The murmur merged with Mih's voice on the opposite side. A familiar low human voice came out in his ears, and he suddenly understood what Mih was saying.
"134, I hope you won't run away again. We have found your previous information. You are the planner of the 517 riot. If you continue like this, we will take extreme measures."
(End of this chapter)