National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

Chapter 180 This is Hell on Earth

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Yang was escorted to the park.

It is now the time when day turns to night, the light clouds in the sky are darkening, and everything has returned to silence.

Zhang Yang just felt extremely desolate.

While being escorted on the road outside the park, Zhang Yang began to murmur in his heart as he looked at the large building towering in front of him.

Something is wrong, and these buildings don’t look familiar.

Isn't this Carmona?

Why don’t they know Ye Dong? Is Ye Dong doing so badly?

They arrested me without knowing the reason. Are they using me for experiments?

System, you can appear now!

almost!

Zhang Yang felt so miserable that he wanted to cry but had no tears.

In the time-travel novel, the protagonist has everything, including subordinates, equipment, and his own system and world map.

Punch Aja directly and kick Renault.

But when I traveled through time, I got nothing!

As expected, novels are novels and reality is reality.

Don't take fiction as reality!

By the way, how are Zhang Qi and the others doing? Are they as miserable as me?

Filled with sadness and confusion, Zhang Yang was taken into the park.

Tall watchtowers, abandoned brick buildings, guards who look like wanderers, and half-dressed yellow-skinned slaves.

Slaves were moving materials around in the open space, as if they were preparing to build something.

As it darkened, the guard on the watchtower blew the whistle, and those people were driven back to the basement along with Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang also understood the purpose of their arrest.

I have been captured as a slave!

The basement was dark and damp, with a few lights embedded in the wall, emitting a faint light.

The mosquitoes and the smell of feces and urine everywhere are disgusting.

The wall smells fishy, and if you wipe it hard, a black mass of unknown substance will be left on your hand.

Most of the slaves were strong, but each of them sat on the ground listlessly, with their bodies covered with whip marks.

Zhang Yang asked a slave next to him.

"Hello, do you know where this is?"

It was obvious that the slave's face had not been washed for a long time. Zhang Yang felt that his hands were rubbing off a layer of skin on his face.

But he ignored Zhang Yang and just cried silently with his head in his hands.

"This..." Zhang Yang was a little helpless and asked someone else to continue asking.

"Hello, brother, do you know where this is?"

The man was alert at first, but after seeing that Zhang Yang was almost as dirty as them, he leaned against the wall and spoke weakly:

"This is hell, purgatory on earth."

"Place names, I mean."

Seeing Zhang Yang asking such a strange question, the man couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"You do not know?"

"I..." Zhang Yang didn't know how to explain. He couldn't say that he was a time traveler, right?

Fortunately, the man just glanced at Zhang Yang and did not suspect anything.

"Kro Desert."

"Kro Desert..." Zhang Yang felt a headache when he heard it. Could it really not be Carmona?

"Do you know Ye Dong?" Zhang Yang was still unconvinced and continued to ask.

"What a strange name. My name is Ken Cooper."

"So you've never heard of it?"

"No." Ken Cooper shook his head and closed his eyes.

A tear flowed from the corner of his eye, wetting his cheek.

"Why are you so fond of crying..." Zhang Yang was puzzled and felt hungry.

"Don't we provide food here?"

"We only have one meal a day, and they just make sure we don't starve to death." Cohenkubo said indifferently.

"There are so many of us, haven't you ever thought of resisting?"

According to Zhang Yang's rough judgment, the number of guards does not exceed 50, while there are nearly a hundred slaves in the basement.

"Someone tried to escape yesterday, but he's already dead."

Zhang Yang's words seemed to have touched Cohenkubo's sore spot. He opened his palm and found what he was holding tightly, which was an exquisite bird pendant.

"Is this your friend's?"

"Yeah." Ken Kubo wiped away his tears with his hands.

"He is a man who longs for freedom. This gloomy cage cannot hold him."

"Did he succeed?"

Zhang Yang continued to ask, he definitely would not do hard labor here, but wanted to escape as soon as possible and find Zhang Qi and the others at Nanqiang.

"Dead." Ken Kubo took a deep breath, his eyes crystal clear.

"It doesn't matter. As long as I can get a gun, I'll have a chance." Zhang Yang casually picked up a ball of sand, and with no one watching, the sand quietly turned into a piece of wood.

Very good, my talent is still there.

"There's no chance... No one can escape from here. It's still hell outside."

Cohenkubo was shrouded in deep despair, a sentiment that seemed to be reflected in everyone here.

Zhang Yang looked at the other slave laborers. They seldom spoke and all of them looked as if they had lost all desire to live.

Escape outside... is it also purgatory?

Zhang Yang recalled the place where he was born.

It's a ruin, nothing there.

Looking around, there were only ruins, broken tiles and dust all over the ground. There was no breath of life, and even the wind seemed to carry a hint of sadness.

No food, no drink, no shelter.

Looking at it this way, this place seems pretty good, with food, drinks, and a place to stay.

Otherwise, let's take this place over?

But the current situation is not optimistic, I have to get the gun first.

But I have no one to rely on and it might be difficult to rely on my own strength.

It’s a pity that I don’t have the ability to summon minions like in the novels.

otherwise……

and many more.

An idea suddenly occurred to Zhang Yang.

I have so many talents, which also means I have abilities.

If you have the ability, are you afraid of not having followers?

"Cohen Kubo."