"Thank you." Song Yun thanked the man.
The man glanced at Song Yun again, as if thinking about something. He asked, "Are you the Chinese guy who won first place in the grenade throwing event that day?"
The man's language was not fluent and he spoke very fast, so Song Yun had to guess what he was saying.
"It's me." She also looked at the man twice. He looked a bit like a S countryman. "Are you from S country?"
The man nodded, "Yes."
Song Yun asked, "Do you know where they are taking us?"
The man showed a mocking sneer on his face, "It's just those few places."
At this moment, the masked man in the front seat suddenly said, "Shut up, no talking allowed."
Song Yun shut up obediently. The car windows had been specially treated, so she couldn't see what was happening outside the car. Fortunately, her hearing was extraordinary, so even though the car had good sound insulation, she could still hear some of the sounds outside the car.
The car drove for forty minutes. At first, it was on a wide avenue in the city. Later, it turned a corner. The sound of insects began to appear outside the car. It must have entered the suburbs. It also passed a logging mill. She could clearly hear the sound of electric saws and smelled a strong smell of sawdust.
We also passed a winery, with a strong aroma of wine.
Five minutes after passing the winery, the car stopped.
When the six people got off the bus, they were given black hoods that made it impossible to see anything, and they had to be supported by others to walk.
It was not until they entered a basement that their masks were removed.
It was a basement, a huge basement, and also an office with complete facilities. Everyone inside was wearing American military uniforms. They were all busy with their own things, and no one even glanced over here.
"Welcome to the Mark Military Research Institute. You are all highly skilled personnel in the military field. Only by joining us can you unleash your true abilities."
They are trying to drain all our abilities, Song Yun complained in her heart.
However, she also felt strange. Judging from her performance these days, she should not be considered a senior talent in the military field. Why was she brought here?
The six people had different expressions, and no one spoke. It was obvious that they had no interest in this Mark Military Research Institute.
"Now, let me show you around the research institute. By the way, I'm Nissen, and you can call me Mr. Nissen from now on." After saying that, Nissen took off his mask.
Song Yun looked at Neeson's face. He was in his early thirties, young and handsome, with eyes that were deep and sharp when he looked at people.
She remembered these eyes. When they entered the hotel banquet hall, it was he who gave the order to give the hotel a carpet-cleaning.
Nissen withdrew his gaze from examining the expressions of the six people and walked forward first.
The six people had no choice but to follow, as there were at least ten guns pointed at them all the time.
Neeson walked ahead without looking back. "No matter what you see, I hope you can remain calm. Only in this way can you ensure your safety. If you do anything unusual—" He paused, turned back, and said to the six people with a smile, "You don't want to know the consequences."
This smile is brilliant and charming, but also creepy.
Song Yun silently observed her surroundings, not missing any details. The other five people did the same, all observing their surroundings silently.
Nissen led them down the stairs to the second underground floor. Unlike the previous floor, this floor was not an office area, but a row of prison cells. The entire second underground floor was filled with prison cells. There were at least a hundred of them, like a beehive, which made people's scalps tingle.
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