The blade of the nation, to fight for the country, to unsheathe for the people, death in battle is the only end, never to live on one's knees. This phrase was not only a slogan, but also a belief, it was also the lifelong mission of the mbers of National Blade, deeply engraved in their minds. When Luo Zheng said these words in Huaxia language, his intent was the ultimate test. The area was full of foreigners, not many could understand Huaxia, and even if they did, it didn't matter. Slogan-like language can be used anywhere, shouted by anyone, with no specificity, and different people could glean different anings from it.
Seeing the other's expression, Luo Zheng's last shred of doubt instantly dissipated, he cast a look of concern, the other nodded subtly, and both smiled with mutual understanding. From the other's eyes, Luo Zheng saw a deep sense of kinship and trust. It was their first eting, and Luo Zheng could not be too obvious to avoid arousing suspicion from the prison authorities. He continued on with a belly full of questions—after all, there would be plenty of ti later; this mont was not critical.
As he walked, prisoners made way for him, welcoming him back like a hero. Luo Zheng nodded in acknowledgnt to everyone. After making the round, he instantly felt closer to them. Although nothing was spoken, it was as if everything had been said. Luo Zheng then returned to the door of his own cell and continued to observe his surroundings.
The whole floor was a prison, with two staircases for moving up and down. Thick iron doors stood as guards, with remote control switches; there was no way to open them manually. The cells were all the sa, walls poured with steel, there was absolutely no way out that could be utilized, and the difficulty of escaping was extraordinary.
At this thought, Luo Zheng was frustrated. Despite risking his life to et his own person, he still had no way to escape, which was like wasted effort. After thinking it over and not getting anywhere, he decided to stop worrying about it. Unaware of the surveillance room on the roof, countless pairs of eyes were firmly fixed on Luo Zheng, including the warden's. Seeing that Luo Zheng didn't talk to the others, but instead walked around like a leader inspecting the area and then returned to his own cell door, the warden secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
As long as Luo Zheng didn't cause trouble, the warden could accept the situation. After all, it was just one level of prisoners enjoying privileges. With the entrances and exits sealed, it didn't affect the entire prison, the problem wasn't significant. After a while, seeing that Luo Zheng was still standing obediently at the door of his own cell and considering other prisoners were moving around and talking in low voices, the warden didn't care anymore. When the ti was just about right, he imdiately had soone lift the lockdown.
In the days that followed, Luo Zheng continued to train desperately. A pair of iron fists beca even harder than before. In this constricted space, he could only train physical strength, endurance, and explosive power; speed was hard to train. Apart from training, he read books and occasionally chatted with the others during the exercise periods, maintaining a distance from the people in cell block nine to avoid suspicion. He surreptitiously observed the environnt and thought about ways to escape.
Ti flew by unnoticed, and the days were unremarkable. Luo Zheng assimilated with everyone, not to say that he knew every prisoner on the floor, but he knew most of them. As for whether they were real nas, who cared? They were just passing the ti with idle chat. In such a closed prison, nobody really thought about escaping.
One day, Luo Zheng judged that enough smoke bombs had been used, and the prison authorities should no longer be paying special attention to him. He took the chance during the exercise period to go to cell block nine to see his own person. The person inside the cell walked out, and the two leaned against the protective wall together, surrounded by other foreigners who were chatting.
"Hello, my na is…" Luo Zheng was about to speak when he saw the other give a covert hand signal, indicating for him not to talk. He forcefully swallowed the rest of his words, looking around suspiciously and suddenly felt a piece of paper in his palm. Without drawing attention, he clenched the paper and slowly walked back to his own cell.
The airing ti was not over yet, and to avoid raising suspicion, Luo Zheng didn't imdiately go inside. Instead, he stood at the door, slightly moving his body, and occasionally joking with the prisoner next door. He was filled with curiosity, why wasn't he speaking? Could it be he was avoiding sothing?
Waiting was a tornt. After a while, the airing ti ended, and Luo Zheng returned to his cell. Making sure no one was outside, he eagerly unfolded the paper. The writing on it was full of force, as if forged by swords and spears, exuding an aura of ruthlessness.
"Good handwriting!" Luo Zheng silently praised and quickly began reading. The first few words shook him to the core - Wei Changfeng, madman. Luo Zheng vividly rembered the honors briefing at the base about Wei Changfeng's feats. His actions were so extre that they were unforgettable. To accomplish a mission, he had led his team to hijack a plane, posing as terrorists, and crash it into the Japan Imperial Palace. Luckily, they had set the plane to auto-pilot and the crew had bailed out to the sea in advance. If not, they would have been blown up in the air. The attack caused Japan to spend a substantial amount of money on defense upgrades, cutting their educational budget.
Even more insane was that this guy went to a Terrorist Organization base, took on tens of thousands alone, couldn't beat them, and in a fit of rage infiltrated a Sam Country military base, stole a helicopter, and, carrying two Poison Gas Bombs, razed the entire Terrorist Organization base to the ground. But afterward, no word from him, rumors abounded that he died from the Poison Gas Bomb. Unexpectedly, he was here.
In the entire base, no one did not admire the madman's heroic deed; it was too fierce. Luo Zheng, when reading that part, wished he could have been there at the mont, he continued reading excitedly. Only then did he realize that Wei Changfeng hadn't died from the Poison Gas Bomb but was surrounded by the incoming Sam Country helicopters, took down two of them and got shot in the thigh, suffering a comminuted fracture. It was a miracle he survived at all.
Wei Changfeng didn't write why he ca to this prison or how he got here. He only ntioned that after regaining consciousness, he found himself here and had been here for thirty years, not even sure of this place's whereabouts, but one thing was certain, it didn't seem to be on the surface. It was probably so kind of cave, but details were unclear. If it hadn't been for clinging onto a secret, he would have ended his life long ago. As for what the secret was, he didn't say, and Luo Zheng was not planning to ask; the military has its disciplines.
The latter part of the paper told Luo Zheng that every prisoner here had an extraordinary identity: either a Special Agent, a soldier, or a political prisoner, none of whom could be trusted. It urged Luo Zheng to find a way to leave as soon as possible.
After reading the note, Luo Zheng imprinted every word in his mind, then tore the paper to shreds, and flushed it down the squat toilet in several flushes to avoid discovery by the prison staff who might piece it back together. Anxious thoughts stirred within him. How to get out? The madman had endured thirty years of pain just for one secret. That secret must be significant. For that secret, he had to find a way to escape as well.
Thirty years. Luo Zheng looked at the cramped cell with imnse respect. Who could endure thirty years in a room of just four square ters? Without speaking, eating terrible food, and with injuries, this was inconceivable. With this in mind, Luo Zheng resolved to take the madman and escape as soon as possible, his determination steeling.
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