The strongest all-around bodyguard

Chapter 177 The Prison Cell
Lin Fan was thrown to the ground by the Monkey King. He looked up, and Ibdullah was standing in front of him, looking at him condescendingly, as if admiring a rare treasure.

He bent down in front of Lin Fan, sniffed the scent on Lin Fan vigorously, then stretched out his hand to cut a gash on Lin Fan's body, dipped a little blood with his finger, twisted it, put it under his nose and smelled it carefully. smell.

A look of surprise appeared on Ibdullah's face, and he was muttering something, his eyes glowed, and he looked up and down at Lin Fan with a special gaze.

Lin Fan felt that the chrysanthemum tightened, and he screamed in his heart that it was not good, this guy didn't know what he was planning, maybe falling into this person's hands was more terrifying than death.

Suddenly, the Monkey King roared, and an inexplicable force woke up in the distance. Ibdullah's face changed drastically, and he looked at Lin Fan fiercely and asked, "You, yes, accomplice?"

Lin Fan didn't know what happened, and pretended to be dazed, shook his head and said, "It's just the three of us, there's no one else."

The Monkey King didn't wait for Ibudullah's order, and jumped straight away, leaping from mid-air, circling back and forth among the trees, and disappeared in front of Lin Fan after a while.

Ibdullah became a little nervous. He stretched out his hand and hit Lin Fan hard on the back of the head. After knocking him out, he lifted him up and ran into the depths of the forest. His expression was terribly nervous, as if something serious had happened.

In the depths of the forest, a puff of black smoke was churning, like an undulating sea, something inside was constantly stirring.

Ibudullah's face was very serious, and he was even a little out of breath. He ran all the way to the tree house, threw Lin Fan to an indigenous subordinate in a grass skirt, and then walked due west.

After walking not far, he passed through a row of dense bushes, the ground was covered with all kinds of poisonous insects, and he wandered into a basin the size of a football field.

This small basin looks more like a giant deep pit, filled with thick black smoke, about 100 meters deep from the ground.

Ibdullah stood on the edge of the basin, looking intently at the surrounding situation. The black smoke billowed inside, condensed and did not disperse, and he couldn't see clearly what happened.

After searching around, Ibdullah's face was full of doubts. He said to himself in the native language: "It's strange, there are no intruders. How did the formation just show that someone broke in?"

This place belongs to the absolute forbidden area on the island, no one can enter except his master, including him.

Because this place is related to a big plan of the master, Ibudullah did not dare to neglect, and came immediately after he noticed something was wrong here, but after inspecting it twice, he did not find anything.

……

Lin Fan was taken to an underground cell by the island natives who were almost naked on both sides. The two natives opened the cell door, threw Lin Fan in, and turned to leave.

There are two rows of cells here, and there are about seven or eight cells in total. Lin Fan is locked in the innermost cell, which is also the most special cell.

In the cell he was in, there were some weird patterns painted on the walls and iron bars. This kind of pattern is a confinement method commonly used by Nanyang head-down masters. It can restrain the detainee's ability. You will feel it immediately.

When Lin Fan was thrown in, there was a commotion in the other cell directly opposite here, and someone kept calling in a low voice: "Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin..."

No matter how these people shouted, it was disappointing that Lin Fan hadn't woken up, and he didn't know what method Ibudullah used just now.

The few people in the opposite cell looked at each other with sad faces, and the last rescuer in their hearts was also imprisoned.

"Captain, what should we do? Both Xue Zi and Lao Lei were captured by mistake, and we don't even have a messenger." A young man in camouflage looked at Captain Pang with a somewhat frustrated expression.

Captain Pang sat in the center of the cell, surrounded by several team members. They didn't know what was going on at first, so they fainted on the ground. Later, when they woke up in a daze, they found that they had become prisoners.

"It's better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. Mr. Lin is like us now. We can't protect ourselves. We can't keep pinning our hopes on others. We have to find a way to save ourselves." When Captain Pang spoke, his voice was a little weak.

Not only him, but the rest of the team members were also pale, their hands and feet were numb and weak. Since they woke up, these people found themselves as if they were sick. They were limp and had no strength at all. .

"This group of people don't know what they ate for us, and they have no strength at all." A young man beat the ground angrily. caught.

Captain Pang said slowly: "These people are not ordinary people. The people who arrested us are some secret practitioners. We have no experience in confronting such people."

"Cultivator? What do you mean?" Several team members asked in confusion. This word was often seen on the Internet before, but it was the first time they heard it in reality.

"I don't know much about the so-called practitioners. They should be the kind of people with supernatural abilities. Their methods are beyond the scope of ordinary people." Captain Pang also has a half-knowledge about this, and he only heard it once before.

"Extraordinary ability? Captain, are you kidding, are you the same as the superheroes in the comics of Country M? But those are all made up by cartoonists."

These team members are all staunch atheists. If Captain Pang had not always been respected, they would have taken those words as nonsense.

"The practitioners I'm talking about are different from those heroes, but they have one thing in common, that is, they have powers that ordinary people cannot possess. Although such people are rare, they do exist." Captain Pang said seriously. The military rank is a little higher, and I know some inside information.

"Captain, how do you know this? Have you ever seen a practitioner?"

A team member next to him asked, anyway, I have nothing to do now, I can only pass the time boringly, listening to the captain's story is also a good choice.

Although imprisoned, these players have received rigorous training, so they can still bear such pressure psychologically.

Captain Pang nodded and said: "In our country, there is a special department responsible for managing and coordinating the affairs among these people. Most of the members of this department are powerful practitioners, recruited from all over the country."

"There is an elite team in this department, each of which is unimaginably strong. I have been fortunate enough to meet these people."

After listening to what Captain Pang said, one of the team members said unwillingly: "Well, if we had asked our superiors to find a few helpers from that department, we would not have been captured by mistake. The methods of these enemies are indeed too weird. "

Captain Pang shook his head, sighed and said, "It's useless even if you apply. The matter of the Sword Squad is a family matter of our operations department. If that department is involved, the entire operations department will be laughed at. "

Captain Pang didn't say a few words, but just said silently in his heart, "Besides, our boss cares about face so much, and he seems to be having a bit of trouble with the leader of that department. It is absolutely impossible for him to ask for help."

(End of this chapter)