My Cell Game

"no name."

The few survivors looked at each other. An organization that didn't even have a name seemed to have some strength. An organization that could support at least two judges wouldn't even have a name.

Is it really not there, or is it deliberately concealed?

In the eyes of these few survivors, the other party may not be willing to disclose the name of the organization.

The judge coughed and said, "Okay, let's get down to business. Although we are not judges of the royal family, don't worry, everyone. We are indeed here to help you. Listen carefully, next, you have two choices.

First, choose to stay here. This hut will be marked by us as a safe house for survivors later, and we will provide you with seven-day share of compressed biscuits and corresponding bottled drinking water. Occasionally we have special inquisitors who come to patrol and check the cabin.

Of course, this kind of patrol is only occasional. If you encounter danger again, it will be difficult for us to provide you with help in time.

The second option, if you wish, we will immediately escort you to the hospital in the city, where there are troops and inquisitors from the Royal Inquisition Sect, who can provide you with the necessary protection.

Which of the two options you choose is entirely up to you. Similarly, you can also choose to refuse, do not accept our help, and we will leave. "

After finishing speaking, the two judges nodded and stood silently at the door, waiting for the survivors to make a choice.

For survivors, this choice is not difficult to make.

According to the experience of these two judges, the vast majority of survivors would choose the second option and be escorted to the hospital by them.

After all, no one wants to survive in a "safe house" full of deadpools. It is easier for an organization with no name and no hospital managed by the royal family to gain their trust, or it is safer to be in a hospital protected by the royal family.

The six discussed for a while, and the young man with the lighter came over and bowed to the two judges: "Thank you for your help. We choose the second option, and I hope you two can send us to the hospital, please. you guys."

"Look, I said I would definitely choose the second one."

"Of course, it's easy for both of us, but it's a bit cold outside tonight."

The two judges exchanged a few words and waved to the room, "Come on, I'll take you to the hospital."

In Nanyang City, there is a lot of wind and snow at night, and the temperature is as low as below zero. In the vast snowstorm, two judges wearing black clown masks led the way, followed by six survivors.

The snow on the road was already waist deep, so it was impossible to use any means of transportation. The only way to get to the hospital was to walk.

The snow on the street is white mixed with blood red, which is the trace left by Deadpool.

The speed of the judges was much faster than ordinary people, but escorting six ordinary people, the two judges had to slow down so that the survivors could keep up with them.

The speed slowed down, and the goal of a group of eight people was very big. It was very difficult to rely on two judges to cross half of the city and send six survivors to the hospital.

Fortunately, halfway through the journey, six more judges wearing black clown masks came. They brought warm clothes, distributed them to the survivors, and joined the escort team.

With the help of these six newly joined inquisitors, the escort team repeatedly repelled the deadpool who wanted to sneak attack.

After walking in the middle of the night, when the day was light, the group finally arrived near the hospital.

Seeing the royal judges and soldiers at the gate of the hospital, the eight escorting judges stopped, and one of the leading judges made a "please" gesture to the six survivors.

"Everyone, our escort is here. The hospital is ahead. We will keep watching you here until you enter safely." The lead judge said.

"Aren't you going?" Someone among the survivors asked suspiciously.

"No, no, we won't go. We are not very familiar with the judges of the royal family." The voice behind the mask of the leader smiled and made a "please" gesture again.

The six survivors expressed their gratitude to them. During the one-night trip, these escorted judges repelled 27 large and small Deadpool attacks, and even one judge was slightly injured. The sacrifice of the judges These survivors are watching.

Watching the six survivors running towards the gate of the hospital from a distance, the royal judge guarding the gate saw someone approaching, and immediately led a few soldiers to meet them and took the survivors into the hospital.

At the gate of the hospital, the duty officer in charge of registration recorded the names and genders of the six people, and issued them small cards with their names written on them.

One of the royal judges said silently: "This is the 206th batch of survivors."

"Yeah, this is the 206th batch they sent." A royal judge next to him sighed. This "they" refers to the group of judges wearing clown masks.

After completing the registration, the judge of the royal family looked in the direction where the survivors were running, where the eight figures in windbreakers were gradually moving away and submerged in the wind and snow.

After the escort was complete, the eight inquisitors wearing clown masks relaxed and chatted with each other while running quickly in the same direction.

"Did you pay attention to the survivors just now? One of them is in good physical condition, and he is a good seed for a judge."

"So what? The organization is almost full now, and the boss said that it is no longer easy to recruit people."

"I think back then, I was just like them."

"Back then? If I remember correctly, didn't you just become the judge the day before yesterday?"

"Stop talking, you're only two days earlier than me."

"Let's go back to the base first. If you hurry up, you can catch up with breakfast."

In the snowstorm, the eight judges sprinted across the snow, heading towards a remote area in the suburbs.

The speed of the inquisitors was much faster than that of ordinary people. It only took more than an hour for the eight inquisitors to cross half of Nanyang City and arrive at the remote suburbs of Nanyang City.

The eight judges passed through a dense grove and came to a group of tents.

This is their camp, a proposed camp consisting of tents built in the wilderness.

Inside the camp, backup generators were roaring, providing electricity to dozens of tents.

There is no trace of Deadpool around the tent group. Once here is located in the suburbs, there are not many people living here, so the probability of mutating into Deadpool is naturally much smaller.

Secondly, the more important point is that the people living in this group of tents are judges.

In the camp where hundreds of judges lived, no dead waiter dared to approach here. As soon as he entered the warning area, the judge on duty would kill dead waiter on the spot.