Starting from the Dragon Tribe

Chapter 1: Prisoner

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Northland, Maine.

It's winter, and the wind is bone-chilling.

"Pa-pa-pa..."

Outside the base, a man in military uniform couldn't help but stamp his feet, and his iron-embedded boots made a snapping sound on the ground.

"We are required to stand guard here despite this damn weather. I would say this base is not necessary at all."

He was complaining, but when he saw the officer leading a patrol coming from a distance, he immediately stood up straight and looked straight.

"Recently, another battalion was transferred here. I don't know what it means."

The soldier beside him answered.

"Hey, why don't you just kill them? What time is it now, what's the use of studying those? Do you really think the kung fu of those yellow-skinned monkeys in the East is of any use?"

Seeing the patrol officer walking away, he lit a cigarette.

"It took so much effort to capture him, how could the higher-ups be willing to kill him? Besides, you don't know that a regiment of troops was dispatched at that time, and even tanks were driven onto the streets, and they almost didn't stay."

"Hey, Curry, don't listen to other people's rumors. It's not like we haven't seen secret blood warriors on the battlefield. If you ask me, you should kill them directly. It is much better than wasting the country's military power out of thin air like now."

The man known as Curry was silent for a moment, and then took out a cigarette and lit it. The smoke rose and obscured his eyes, making it difficult for others to see his eyes clearly.

The cold wind blew and the smoke dissipated, and he looked into the distance with some emotion, as if thinking about something: "You can't say that, that person is the Eastern... Martial God."

There is a strong contrast between the simplicity inside the base and the outside. The walls of the corridor are shining with a dull luster, and the inside is made of solid steel!

There are pinhole cameras in the gaps between the floors, which work with the cameras on the top to form blind spots for surveillance. This is also the reason why few women in the base never wear skirts.

At the end of the corridor is a small room, but it looks like a vault.

Because the door of the cabin is a circular door leaf made of 550mm stainless steel plate, it has a 108-position combination lock and a complicated mechanical keyhole. The key and password are held by General Anthony and his adjutant respectively at the base.

There are no windows in the cabin, and there is a cold light lamp on the top. The white light makes the environment a bit cold.

There are many small holes in the wall, and there is a high-tech air circulation system inside to ensure the life needs of the prisoners. When necessary, these small holes can transport not air, but something more deadly.

The floor is tightly sealed, but if you look closely, there are lines on it that are difficult to detect. They are embedded pressure-sensitive chips. If the force is greater than 1N when it is not closed, the floor will be connected to a high-voltage current of 10KV. Any organic animal will Turned into coke in an instant.

In the center of the room, on the table is an "iron coffin". Titanium has been split into precise parts, supplemented by extremely tough compounds. It was designed and assembled by outstanding mechanical engineering masters to lock the person tightly.

The precise mechanical transmission design makes this "iron coffin" evenly stressed throughout the interior, and can theoretically withstand a maximum force of 215,000N in each direction!

Let alone a primate inside, even a killer whale couldn't break free. Of course, killer whales are not that small.

Inside the "iron coffin", various sophisticated instruments are interspersed, and syringes are buried in the prisoner's body to provide minimum nutrition and maintain his vital signs.

The face, nostrils are exposed for breathing, and the eyes are uncovered to prevent the long darkness from causing the prisoner to become insane.

And those dark eyes were looking quietly at the closed door, which was as empty as a snowfield, even more desolate than the winter outside.

Lu Chen had forgotten how long he had been imprisoned. One year or two years

He didn't feel lonely, just bored.

Times have indeed changed. He can no longer find an opponent who can punch to the flesh. The person standing in front of him can only hold a gun and order armored vehicles to surround him heavily. In cooperation with the air force, which he can't even reach even if he jumps, they carry out the attack. The hunt for him.

On the battlefield, he charges with his colleagues. He can rush into the enemy's position and kill them, and the road is covered with the blood of his colleagues... Only he can reach the destination.

This feeling... sucks.

"Crunch—"

The heavy round door was pushed open, and Lu Chen looked up. It was a woman he had never seen before, and she did not look like a researcher here.

The woman was wearing a Burberry dark brown windbreaker, with Christian Louboutin high-heeled shoes clicking loudly on her feet. Her long golden hair was scattered casually, and the light blue earrings at the ends of her hair were stunningly decorated. Her expression was indifferent, and she looked very... Capable.

"Please leave us alone for a moment."

The woman said to Major General Anthony behind her, using the word "please", but her expression was clearly like a queen giving an order to her courtiers.

"You only have five minutes."

Major General Anthony nodded, but still did not leave.

The woman looked at him silently, and the atmosphere became depressing.

"Your earrings and the chain below are also metal products"

Major General Anthony sounded humble.

The woman stared at Major General Anthony. In just a few seconds, the general who had been on the battlefield dozens of times was sweating profusely.

But rules are rules.

After an invisible confrontation, the woman finally gave in, took off her earrings, and then took off the zipper with a swipe.

With a jingling sound, the woman threw it to the ground outside, pressed the electric control button and slowly closed the door.

When Major General Anthony was about to disappear through the crack in the door, he saw the woman glance at him sideways, as if to say, "I've taken note of it."

Fortunately, the woman was wearing a long trench coat, so it was not considered inappropriate to close the front. She took out a notebook and a special ballpoint pen, and looked at the legendary figure locked in the iron coffin.

"Lu Chen?"

This time he spoke in fluent Chinese.

Silent, Lu Chen didn't want to speak, and he couldn't speak as he was locked up.

"The time is very short, you listen to what I say."

The woman didn't care and continued: "I'm not a qualified lobbyist, and I don't like to beat around the bush. I'm here to deliver a message. Recently, some people with extraordinary powers have appeared in the country, which is difficult to deal with. President Your Excellency wants to recruit you. In addition to necessary control, you can get a small amount of freedom. What do you think?"

As if realizing that Lu Chen couldn't respond, she took a step forward and said, "If you agree, just blink once. If you don't agree, blink twice."

However, Lu Chen's eyes were just looking forward without any movement. The woman stood in front of him, looking into those empty eyes, knowing that the other person was not looking at her.

Is it broken

He is said to be a warrior god who has experienced hundreds of battles, but now it seems that he is just an eighteen-year-old child. After two years of imprisonment in this form, he must have gone crazy.

A trip in vain.

She was thinking this, but inexplicably wanted to get closer and look at the big boy's eyes. Is there really anything hidden in those dark eyes

"Click—click—"

Suddenly, Lu Chen, who had been calm in front of him, started to riot. The iron coffin made by the master of mechanics made a heart-breaking explosion, which shook the whole room.

The sudden change made the woman panic for a moment, and she quickly retreated, even dropping the things in her hands to the ground. The alarm sounded like a buzzer, and everyone in the base became alert.

In the security room, everyone was under martial law. If they were not concerned about the identity of the woman in the hut, they would have turned on the floor switch again to energize it!

Lu Chen's violent outburst only happened for a moment, and then he calmed down again. He really couldn't break free from the iron coffin with brute force.

The woman looked at Lu Chen in shock. She didn't know the other person's attitude until she saw him blink twice.

After calming down, she carefully stepped forward to pick up the notebook and ballpoint pen, stood up and gestured upward, meaning it was over.

After a while, the round door opened again, and she walked out with a cold face.

The door closed again as if nothing had happened.

Lu Chen lowered his eyebrows and looked at a place that was extremely inconspicuous under the cold light. There was a tiny silicone bead there...

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