Food Hunter

The black eyes that suddenly emerged from the mud are beautiful, bright and energetic, and they will remember them once they have seen them once.

Some people will be recognized at a glance as long as their eyes are exposed, even if other places are tightly covered. This is how Sambika’s eyes are.

If Luo were here, he would definitely recognize Sambika with these eyes.

"Twenty-one people... the most dangerous is the woman who uses bows and arrows."

Sambika slowly got up from the muddy ground, and his whole body, except for his eyes, was covered with a layer of black mud that exuded a rancid smell.

Her expression was very calm, she turned a blind eye to the black mud on her body. After ensuring that there was nothing around her that could threaten her for the time being, she looked at the direction of the team and thought.

"Obviously, they are all capable of thinking, but they don't look strong, except for that woman..."

"Aren't these people all from Clot Prison?"

"And that radio walkie-talkie!"

Sambika touched her waist subconsciously, and it was empty. Originally, her radio walkie-talkie was hung on her waist, but it was lost in the previous riots.

The other party not only accurately found the hiding location of the five soldiers just now, but also recovered the radio walkie-talkie.

From this point of view, it is very likely that the other party is from Clot Prison, because the radio intercom was provided by Clot Prison.

Also... the radio walkie-talkie is likely to have a positioning function, so the other party can find the five soldiers.

If this is the case, the person who left the radio walkie-talkie on his body is likely to be attacked by this team.

You know, radio walkie-talkies are the only communication equipment on the body. Normally, they will never be discarded. Even if they cannot be used for a while, or the signal strength is not high, they will not be easily lost.

With such an association, the number of people who can survive in the end may be reduced to single digits.

It is impossible to be 100% sure that everything encountered on the island is related to the Clot Prison, but the possibility is extremely high.

At the thought of this, Sambika's mood suddenly became heavy.

Their team of five hundred people is to come to the island to look for ‘samples’ and then to assist in the treatment of unknown diseases that have spread from Anbo City, and to be psychologically prepared to face various dangerous creatures from the very beginning.

However, before the incident, no one would have thought that what they had to face might be the same kind that is more dangerous than all kinds of poisons.

"You must find a way to contact the association as soon as possible."

Sambika frowned, but when this thought came into her mind, she thought of Luo.

Assuming that Klote Prison is malicious, then if you want to contact the outside world, you can only actively infiltrate the prison and use the prison's communication equipment to contact the association.

You definitely can't go to the port. Going to prison is the only way to survive.

Sambika had a clear mind. Although she did not have enough evidence to show that the enemy was Klotter Prison, she was certain in her heart, so she came to a judgment on what to do next.

"Yago and Luobi don't know what's going on there, their radio walkie-talkies are still..."

Sambika thought silently, just to look for the direction and move forward cautiously.

She has a good memory, the complete map is engraved in her head, as long as she recognizes the direction, she probably knows how to get to the prison.

This is a situation where there is no way out, alone and helpless, and only relying on oneself to make a living.

Sambika headed towards Clot Prison, and there were many other survivors, nearly a hundred, but even though they escaped from the poisonous attack, they still had to face the sniper of another team.

There is only one team responsible for cleaning and recovering bait, with a total of 21 people, and carrying out clean-up operations against targets hidden in various places.

This team can always find a well-hidden target, all thanks to the positioning function in the radio walkie-talkie.

Sambika’s guess was correct. Those who were lucky enough to escape had to face the same kind of attacks and killings in this difficult-to-escape environment, and there were definitely a handful of people who could survive.

Sharks using bows and arrows led twenty team members to perform ruthless tasks with extremely high efficiency.

Each of them is wearing the same black standard clothing. On the right arm, there is an unknown black and red flower pattern. Because the clothes are all black, the existence of the pattern is weakened.

That pattern is a four-petal flower with blood-red lines in the black. From a distance, it looks like the wings of a swallowtail butterfly.

The scientific name of this flower is ‘Mrs. Ghost’, and another alias is ‘Flower of Death’, which has the meaning of fearless death and unknown.

Using this flower as an arm badge seems to imply something, but this team badge is not from Klot Prison, but this team does come from Klot Prison.

This team badge may be able to reveal the identity of this team, but Sambika does not recognize this team badge.

In fact, this "Ghost Lady" pattern that represents the identity has disappeared for more than ten years, and there are very few insiders, and President Nitro is one of the insiders.

If Sambika knows that there is an unknown connection between this pattern and the association, then she may be confused by combining this with the existing scarce information.

Fortunately, she didn't know that this flower named ‘Mrs. Ghost’ was touching it alone towards the location of Klot’s prison.

The people who performed the task of recovery and cleaning did not know that a slippery fish was heading towards their stronghold.

Klott Prison, in a bright, snow-white laboratory, has three walls and huge transparent glass on one side. You can't see the outside from the inside, but you can see the inside from the outside, which is similar to the glass in the interrogation room.

There is a workbench in the middle of the laboratory, on which lies a young man with a clear consciousness, who is constantly shouting in a voice full of fear, but the extremely struggling limbs are tightly held by the belt.

Next to the workbench, there are two ‘fully armed’ people, their outfits are not much better than Sambica.

"Do you know who my father is?"

"I don't want the whole family to be implicated, so let me go!"

The youth who was tied to the workbench looked twisted and hideous.

This young man was the one who went to Laxiang City to steal the g2 virus.

Outside the glass, is a console similar to a recording system. Three people are sitting in front of the console, and one person is standing, but the gentleman with glasses before.

He held a wireless microphone that looked like a pocket watch in his hand, slowly raised it to his mouth, and said in a cold voice: "Of course I know, Modeno, ten old man, then, my dear Master Deser, I wish you a happy life."

After speaking, he cut off Lianmai. At the same time, the young man called Deser opened his eyes in anger~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When he was about to say, one of the two people beside him suddenly The hand knife smashed Deser's throat bone.

"Uh uh...!"

Deser showed a terrified expression.

The other person, holding a syringe in his hand, pierced Deser's heart, pushing all the unknown liquid inside.

Deser struggling abruptly, his entire face surging with blood, and worm-like veins appeared on the exposed limbs, but for a moment, the lack of exercise limbs soared more than a circle.

In the control room outside the glass, the gentle man stretched out his thumb and slowly put it in his mouth and bite hard. Within a moment, traces of blood flowed out of his fingers, but he didn't care at all, with a cold expression on his face. .

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