Unlike ordinary cells, the cells here are very clean. Each small room has a bed and a desk, and there is no peculiar smell. Most of the people inside are writing or drawing at their desks, while some people are sitting there in a daze.
Song Yun saw many Asian faces, including Chinese, Russians, and many S-people.
Nissen introduced as he walked, "You just arrived today, and you have two choices: choose to work on the upper floor or choose to work on this floor."
The six men all looked very unhappy. Song Yun even heard someone's fists clenching and making a crackling sound. If there weren't more than a dozen guns pointed at them all the time, Neeson would have been crippled by now.
Neeson ignored the anger of the six people. It is normal to be angry, and it is abnormal not to be angry.
He smiled and gestured, "Of course, you have another choice. Please follow me."
The six people followed him back to the stairs, and Nissen took them down one floor. Before they even walked down the stairs, a disgusting odor hit their noses.
There was the stench of decay, the stench of excrement, and some other indescribable stench. When all mixed together, it made people afraid to even breathe.
Song Yun soon witnessed the most horrific scene she had ever seen in her two lifetimes.
The third underground floor was a large dormitory that also served as a torture chamber. Hundreds of people lay in it, their bodies bloody and mangled. Some were already dead, emitting a foul stench, but no one had cleaned up. Some were only breathing their last breath and would soon die.
Some had just been tortured and were still bleeding, gritting their teeth to endure it.
"Neeson, what are you doing?" Someone couldn't help but ask.
Nissen smiled faintly, "As you can see, if you don't choose one or two, then you can only choose three."
Song Yun clenched her fists tightly, she seemed to understand why she was brought here.
That day, she used miraculous Chinese medicine methods to save the dying Qiao Fengshou on the court, and was targeted by the people from Country M.
Some of these people must have been unable to endure the punishment and finally compromised, but their injuries were too severe to provide any value to them, and ordinary medical technology could not heal those injuries, so they chose her.
Song Yun covered her mouth and made an expression as if she was about to vomit. In fact, she really wanted to vomit. These people from Country M made her so disgusted.
Nissen didn't let them stay on this floor for too long and quickly took them upstairs.
Next comes the choice.
Neeson didn't ask Song Yun for her choice, but directly separated her from the other five people. He took the five people to a separate room, leaving Song Yun alone to face Neeson.
"Ms. Song, nice to meet you!" Nissen extended his hand towards Song Yun.
Song Yun didn't move, looking at Nissen coldly, "I don't seem to be the talent you need, so why do you want to keep me?"
Nissen smiled and took his hand back, "Miss Song, please follow me."
Nissen brought Song Yun back to the second underground floor. Previously, they only looked at the entrance and did not go deeper. This time, Nissen took her into the deep corridor of the rows of prison cells on the second underground floor and stopped at about the 30th cell. A soldier patrolling nearby trotted over and took out the key to open the door.
When the door opened, Song Yun saw a person lying on the bed in the cell. She could only see the person's gray hair and the slightly rising and falling chest.
Nissen pointed to the man in the cell and said, "As long as you can cure him, I will give you everything you want."
Song Yun raised an eyebrow, "For example?"
Nissen smiled. "A green card from the United States, a villa with a garden, and 100,000 in gold. If you think that's not enough, feel free to ask for more. The prerequisite is that you cure him and he can serve me for another 10 months."
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