Love Code at the End of the World Chapter 16: Dungeon

"Tick." Another big drop of water was hitting me.

I woke up slowly, and a drop of water dripped on my face. It was hot and smelled strange. In front of my eyes, there were those amber eyes. At this moment, those eyes were filled with joyful eyesight. It's falling on my face.

"Hey, wife, you are awake."

Because I just woke up, I was still a little dizzy, and my vision gradually became clear. I saw a face that was smiling. He grinned and smiled: "My wife, you look so cute, hehe."

I woke up immediately, too late to see his appearance, I grabbed his collar and pulled it down, and after that, I ran into his forehead: "Ah!" He exclaimed. Later, I lifted my foot and kicked on his stomach.

"Ah!" He cried out in pain again, and with a "plop" he fell off the bed. I turned over and rode directly on him, seeing that he had a knife across the side and drew it directly against his neck. : "Don't touch me!"

I was startled, I have strength!

"Ah-it hurts, it hurts -" he sighed with pain while covering his forehead, his face full of depression, "how do you look like my mother?"

The whole room is very dim, with only one lamp shaking on the roof, illuminating this small room and simple furnishings. There is almost no furniture in the room, only a bed, a metal table by the door, and a wooden stool with mottled paint. The wall is only nailed with a row of wooden strips, which are used to hang clothes.

And 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. It was the uncle's voice. I immediately put a knife against the neck of the boy under me and looked forward nervously. Now every nerve is tense again. Will touch my sensitive nerves.

"Calm down! Calm down!" The uncle is a European and American, with profound eye sockets, tall nose, and very white skin. Although there is stubble, it brings out the mature taste of a man and a real man. Wild, like the romantic but affectionate male protagonist in the American spy movie.

He stretched forward with one hand, and in the other was a plate with weird things like steamed buns on the plate. He looks nervous, but his eyes are calm. He has the characteristics of a sergeant. I can feel that he is a soldier and a soldier, because a soldier has the unique temperament of a soldier.

Behind him... is the door! At the moment, that door is open!

"Don't come here!" I yelled. If the uncle is a fighter, he must be able to fight very well. I can't be careless, I need this hostage under me.

The uncle nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay." Then he looked under me, "Son, are you okay."

"I'm okay, old bean." The boy under me still has the leisure to say hello to his dad! He also appeared calm and composed, without a trace of panic.

It turns out that 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, and when I wanted to stand up, my injured leg was still a bit soft. I staggered, and Harry immediately said: "Be careful of your injury!"

"Go!" I pushed him forward, the knife was still on his neck, and the people who cared about me the most were fake!

He raised his hands and looked sadly at the motionless uncle: "Dad, my wife will be seen by everyone..."

His dad actually winked at him too, his eyes were full of depressed hatred of iron and steel: "Why are you so scumbag!"

"Come on!" It's too dangerous for the two of them to frown!

I stared at the uncle, and forced Harry with a knife to take me out of the door, out of the small door that could bring me hope. But when I walked out of that small door, my brain buzzed into an even greater shock.

A dungeon was unexpectedly caught in my eyes!

Rows of dilapidated huts are built close to the cliff, and each floor has a narrow steel corridor with railings at the door.

There is no half of the sun in the sky. It seems that there is a huge steel plate covering the entire dungeon, hiding it. Light tubes were neatly arranged at intervals on the top, and the faint light barely illuminates this broken dungeon. Faintly, there seems to be a ropeway above it, which seems to be a zipline for people.

The downstairs where I am standing is a large square. There is a ditch on the side of the square. Under the faint light, it can be vaguely seen that it is a water canal. On the other side of the square, two huge battleships ran aground. There were people walking faintly on the battleship, not looking like soldiers. On the deck, there were still clean clothes such as underwear and panties.

Where am I?

The devouring ghost tribe.

A variety of abilities.

Hovering locomotive.

High in the sky, Silvermoon City is as cold and ruthless as the moon.

And now...it's such a dungeon!

The dungeon is so big that it can't be seen at a glance. The roads at the ends of both sides extend and turn, which should lead to other areas. This dungeon is far more than the area I see before my eyes.

I’m on a three-story building~IndoMTL.com~The building opposite has seven or eight stories. At this moment, there were already people gathering below. They were wearing patched clothes, which were very old, but they looked better than those of the tribes of Herley. They had shoes to wear instead of straw sandals.

They have kind smiles on their faces, it's more like the seven aunts and eight aunts running over to watch the excitement and see someone making a fool of themselves.

"Kang-kang-kang." Someone was coming in anxiously, walking in the steel corridor and making a huge noise, but I looked at the noise, but it was... three women!

The moment I saw a woman, I suddenly let go of my heart for some reason, as if only women in this world now make me feel at ease.

The leader is a very **** red-haired female instructor with a bold and powerful figure. Her features are very exquisite, and she is European and American. The big eyes like almonds, the color of the eyes are amber, and the red curly hair makes her more **** and charming. A dark green to black military uniform made her red hair more vivid.

The military uniform wraps her curve tightly, her chest is straight out and violently, as if every breath will explode the precarious button, revealing a uniform seduction and confusing sense.

Behind her were two young girls. The **** the left was about the same age as me. She was also wearing a tight-fitting military uniform. She had neat, short, ear-length hair, and her hair was white. However, she was a pair of My face is the same as an Oriental. However, her pupils are not the black or brown of our Orientals, but a pair of snow pupils.

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