I became a member of the ancient gods

Chapter 177 Victims of the Deathstroke Order

If there was only one gunshot...

Lin Zhi raised his head and looked around. The light of the flashlight swept across the dark space. A burst of panicked screams suddenly sounded in the dungeon. Looking around, the cells were mostly filled with trembling figures curled up. .

The victims here are actually still alive. The gunshot was the sound of the soldier inside swallowing the gun and committing suicide.

With the behavior of these crazy believers here, it is really unbelievable that they did not take anyone else with them when they committed suicide.

Lin finally put away his gun, just as Galahad caught up from behind.

"A false alarm." Lin finally explained to Galahad simply, and then spread his hands towards the corpse on the ground.

Priest Galahad took one look and understood what was going on, and let out a sigh of relief.

But he immediately became serious again and began to carefully check each cell. At the same time, he comforted the victims who were in panic: "Don't worry, we are Enji! You are saved, we are here to save you."

When the mood of the person inside stabilized, he reached out and grabbed the lock of the cell door and pulled it off, tearing off the steel lock as easily as crushing clay.

Wan Jin and Fran also followed. Wan Jin frowned when she smelled the smell here. She had never seen such harsh detention in the underground laboratory in the Central District or in the prison where the Tunkou Gang held hostages. condition.

The people of the Deathstroke Order planned to use them as food for the ancient gods' relatives, so naturally they would not prepare any decent detention environment for these people.

"Let's release the people inside together, and you go check that side." Lin Zhong temporarily assigned some people and began to search the pockets of the suicidal believer, hoping to find the key.

Wan Jin suddenly noticed a person lying down in a cell, so he stepped forward and carefully shouted to the person through the cell door: "Hey, are you still alive?"

The young man lay on the ground, just panting and making no response.

Wan Jin sensed something was wrong, reached out and bent the iron fence directly, and then stepped through the gap in the expanded fence.

She reached out to touch the shoulder of the young boy who fell to the ground, and she felt an amazing amount of heat through the thin material of clothing.

She tried turning him over and shining a light on him.

The boy's face was gray, his eyes were dull, he was panting and his body was twitching.

"No, someone is dying here!" Wan Jin turned around and shouted anxiously.

"Fu Lan!" Lin Zhi turned around and shouted.

Fran walked over quickly, took a closer look, and replied calmly: "Isn't this still alive?"

She immediately stretched out a tentacle and injected a dose of serum into the boy.

The young man took a few deep breaths and opened his eyes suddenly.

He opened his eyes wide and looked around, and the first thing he saw was Wan Jin standing next to him.

Seeing a girl of similar age standing next to him, he vaguely thought that the family member he had just lost not long ago was still with him: "Sister?"

"I'm not your sister!" Upon hearing this, Wan Jin waved her hands nervously.

The boy finally woke up and was surprised to see a stranger standing next to him, and there were other people standing outside the cell.

His body, which was on the verge of death from the infectious disease, suddenly became relaxed for some reason. He got up from the ground and looked around blankly.

"Who are you?" he asked Wan Jin.

"Uh..." Wan Jin, who rarely communicated with strangers, got stuck on the spot.

"We are here to rescue you, don't be afraid." At this time, Lin finally came to the cell door and took his question.

"Where are those damn cultists?" the young man asked eagerly.

"We killed them all." Lin Zhong replied.

"Kill them all?" Hearing this answer, the young man felt extremely complicated.

Being saved and the enemy being killed is something to be thankful for.

But he was a little unhappy. While his consciousness was still clear, his heart was always burning with raging anger against these cultists, and he imagined how to peel off these cultists himself every day.

However, they all died like this, and he never had the chance to take revenge personally. There was nowhere to vent his anger, and he just felt empty in his heart.

Lin Zhi looked at him. Even if he didn't have any mind-reading skills, he could probably guess what the young man was thinking.

Then the young man suddenly thought of something, and with a glimmer of hope, he asked: "Have you ever seen my sister outside? She was taken away six days ago. She has long hair, and..."

"It's a pity that we didn't see other abducted people outside. If he was taken out of this cell six days ago, he must have died. My condolences." Lin Zhi told him to accept the reality straightforwardly.

The young man didn't respond. He actually expected this answer, but after he was completely convinced, he felt his heart sinking.

"Don't be depressed, if you can save a life, just live it well." Lin Zhong said.

"Yes." The young man responded in an imperceptible voice, slowly raised his face, and under the light of the flashlight, he saw Lin Zhong's face clearly for the first time.

He suddenly frowned. As soon as he saw Lin Zhong's face, he obviously felt that his memory had been touched, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember where he had seen this man.

He hesitated for a while, and finally asked: "Uncle, have we... met somewhere?"

"Don't call him uncle, he will be angry. Call him Brother Zhong!" Wan Jin suddenly became nervous and whispered to the boy.

She vaguely remembered the first time she got angry at Lin Zhong for choosing the wrong name. That time it was true and it immediately aroused her fear of having her legs broken by Lin Zhong when she lost control.

"It's okay not to yell like you did to me the first time." Lin Zhi glanced at Wan Jin, then looked at the young man and replied, "I've never seen you anyway."

"That's it." The young man couldn't find any impression that he had met Lin Zhong, but he just felt that the other person's face felt inexplicably familiar.

After a while, Galahad began to organize the Jishi Ark members who came for reinforcements to take the victim out for resettlement.

They arrived outside the entrance and exit of the dungeon, and then Galahad suddenly looked at Lin Zhong: "Sir, can I trouble you with something?"

"What's wrong?" Lin Zhong asked.

"I still want to instruct them to resettle these people. Can you contact the nuns and tell them that the people here have been rescued. It would be best if you can take a picture of the situation here to her." Galahad entrusted.

"Yes, yes, but why..."

Before Lin Zhong finished asking his question, Galahad patted him on the shoulder: "Sorry to trouble you!"

After speaking, Priest Galahad ran to direct the work. Lin Zhong was a little confused for a moment.

Is it also popular in the Enji Society to let leaders inspect on-site work?
With this in mind, he tried to contact the nun with his bracelet.

(End of this chapter)