Chapter 482: Replacement
"What do you mean by east and west?"
Hei Hu was a little confused. He rarely came into contact with the undead, so naturally he didn't understand the meaning of these words.
Wang Teng at the door had already left, and Hei Hu was too lazy to ask.
The incomprehensible words said by such a low-level person are not worth his attention.
This was not the only small character he had bullied. He knew that those people were unwilling to accept this and harbored resentment towards him, but so what?
He likes the way people hate him but can do nothing about it!
This would make him feel an inexplicable sense of pleasure, which was even more refreshing than drinking an ice-cold beer in the hot summer.
As for the other party’s revenge?
Doesn't exist!
The targets of his bullying were carefully selected, and they were basically those who were weak and timid.
Expecting revenge from that kind of person is simply a huge joke.
"Tsk, seven thousand is deposited into my account. I can have a good time tonight!" Hei Hu licked his lips, a hint of greed flashing across his face.
"Most mercenaries are like this, unaware of their imminent death..."
Su Xia shook her head slightly, controlled the nanorobot to leave, and continued to follow Wang Teng.
For some reason, he felt that Wang Teng enjoyed the experience of being a small person and seemed to enjoy it.
When he was bullied just now, Wang Teng's expression of humiliation was so real.
At this moment, the humiliation on Wang Teng’s face had not completely disappeared.
He was seen clutching his work badge tightly, gritting his teeth, his chest heaving with anger, and walking towards the place where the slaves were held without saying a word.
The Black Tiger Organization currently has more than a thousand slaves, most of whom are engaged in productive labor in their organization's base. Only a very small number are imprisoned in the basement of this bar, and are used as objects of entertainment and venting for many mercenaries.
Wang Teng walked to the end of the corridor, pressed the elevator button, entered, and then pressed the button for the last floor.
“Buzz——”
The elevator door slowly closed, and Wang Teng was the only one in the elevator.
Only then did his clenched teeth loosen a little, and with an indignant look on his face, he punched the metal wall of the elevator hard, as if venting his anger.
“This is really too much!” Wang Teng growled, and his sallow face turned red.
From the time he left that room until now, he seemed to have been feeling resentful.
Now that he was in the small elevator where he was the only one there, he dared to vent a little.
But soon, he seemed to realize something. He carefully looked up at the surveillance camera in the corner of the elevator, then hurriedly lowered his head, pretending nothing had happened. He waited quietly for the elevator door to open, not daring to make any movement or sound.
"Is he looking at his audience?" Su Xia glanced at the surveillance camera in the elevator, thoughtfully.
Wang Teng's condition is a bit like histrionic personality disorder, but he doesn't quite meet some of the characteristics of this disease.
Soon, with a "ding" sound, the elevator door slowly opened.
Outside the door is the deepest part of the bar, where many slaves are imprisoned.
This underground space had little decoration, dim lighting, foul air, and was extremely dirty. There were many guard cells, each of which contained several disheveled slaves.
Most of these slaves had not cleaned themselves for a long time, and they were dirty and smelled terrible.
Other slaves had scars all over their bodies, with pus oozing from the rotten wounds and emitting a foul odor, like the smell of dead rats in summer.
Therefore, feeding these slaves was a very hard job.
Most mercenaries cannot stand the stench. Just staying here for a few minutes will cause them to feel extremely uncomfortable and nauseous.
"From now on, I can only survive in this dark and miserable corner."
When Wang Teng walked out of the elevator, the expression on his face changed. The anger and unwillingness were much less, and it was replaced by a complicated look that even Su Xia could not understand.
He seemed to be thinking of something in the past and sighed softly, as if he was lamenting about his own life.
"Now that we are here, we have to make the best of it. This is all we can do for now."
Wang Teng looked a little strange and muttered to himself.
In this underground prison, there were several mercenaries like him who were sent here to feed many slaves.
Their status has already become as low as it can be, being the lowest among the mercenaries. Perhaps because they feel that there is no hope of rising, they have all accepted the reality and can only take pleasure in bullying slaves of lower status than them every day.
“It’s time to eat!”
"Don't fucking sleep, it's time to eat!"
Ding ding ding!
At breakfast time, the mercenaries carried large, dirty iron buckets, one for each, and walked towards the many imprisoned slaves.
No one knew what was in the bucket. It was a gray-yellow paste, a bit sticky, and a bit disgusting. It didn't look like food that humans could eat at all.
They carried a large iron bucket in one hand and a worn iron spoon in the other, and knocked on the doors of the cells where the slaves were held one by one, like calling pigs. The clanging sound woke up most of the slaves who were still sleeping.
The slaves were in different conditions, some still had hope for life, while others were numb and there was no light in their eyes.
Therefore, when the knocking sounds were heard, some slaves hurriedly climbed out of their cells, handed their broken bowls to the door, and some even had a flattering smile on their faces.
"Brothers, can you give me more?"
No matter how difficult the situation is, no matter how bad the food is, as long as you keep living, there will always be hope.
They don't want to die, so they live one day at a time.
The mercenaries simply sneered at the slaves' flattering voices. The amount of food given depended entirely on their mood.
"Yes, eat it!"
One of the mercenaries smiled grimly, took out a large spoonful of sticky food from the bucket, and then threw it up!
There was a loud whoosh, and all the food in the iron spoon flew out in a parabola. It did not fall into the slave's bowl at all, but instead splashed all over the slave.
"hiss……"
The high temperature of the food made the slave tremble and his face twisted in pain.
But he didn't dare to say anything, not even to make a loud sound of pain. He could only take the broken bowl and hurriedly scrape off the scalding food that was stuck on his body.
During this time, he suppressed his pain and forced a flattering smile to the mercenary.
"Thank you, thank you for the food, big brother."
"Hey, you know how to be grateful. You're a good boy. I'll give you another spoonful!"
The mercenary sneered, took the big iron spoon and stirred it in the bucket, got out another full spoonful of food, and then poured it out.
The slave in the cell had no time to dodge and was splashed with hot food again. The pain made him tremble all over, sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body was almost in spasm.
But he just gritted his teeth and endured it, trying his best not to make any sound of pain, and then forced out an even more painful smile.
"Thank you, thank you for the food, big brother."
"Yeah, that's good. I'll give you more tomorrow, kid."
The mercenary waved the spoon and threw the last bit of food residue on the big iron spoon onto the floor of the cell.
Seeing this, the slave in the cell rushed over and carefully scraped the floor of the cell with a piece of broken pottery bowl, collecting the food extremely preciously, not daring to waste even a single bit.
For anyone who wants to survive, any waste of food in a place like this is shameful.
They had no choice but to do so.
The same scene also happened in the other cells in this underground space.
A mercenary in charge of distributing food didn't seem to be in the mood to play. There was not much expression on his face. He carried a large iron bucket and walked through one cell after another, dumping the food directly on the ground.
Another mercenary was more creative. He actually made all the slaves in the cell kneel down in front of him, like dogs, with their heads raised waiting for food to come.
"Yes, that's right. Come one by one. Whoever behaves well will be given more food by grandpa!"
The mercenary had a cruel smile and swung the large iron spoon in his hand vigorously, hitting it repeatedly on the iron doors of each cell. The sound was somewhat harsh.
Feeding these slaves is indeed hard work that most mercenaries are unwilling to do.
But they were already here after all, and this was the only way they could find joy in suffering.
Human happiness is ultimately built on human suffering.
Soon, they noticed Wang Teng.
"Huh? A new brother?"
"I remember you, you were sweeping the floor with me before!"
"What crime did you commit?"
"You look so miserable. Did you get bullied by that bone-sucking bastard Black Tiger?"
"Don't worry, just tell me what you want to hear. We have all the surveillance cameras here, and we can delete them at any time. Don't be afraid of that bastard up there!"
There is actually someone here who knows Wang Teng's identity, and he seems to be his former friend.
They had all experienced the oppression of the Black Tiger, and just by looking at Wang Teng's face, they understood what he had just experienced.
Seeing this scene, Su Xia couldn't help but shook his head secretly.
No wonder these people were banished here.
One of their biggest problems is that they speak without restraint.
They never thought... what if Wang Teng was sent by Black Tiger to monitor them and report their words and actions to Black Tiger at any time?
It's really not easy for someone like him to be alive today with such a scheming mind.
At the elevator entrance, Wang Teng gnashed his teeth, as if to blend in with the environment, and said viciously: "Brothers, that Black Tiger is nothing!"
"Yes, good scolding!"
"If you want to curse, just curse out loud, don't hold it in!"
"There's still a lot of time to go on, so it's okay to change the way you curse every day!"
Several mercenaries spoke up one after another, with happy smiles on their faces, and they quickly accepted Wang Teng.
It seems that here, as long as you are willing to curse Hei Hu, you can become brothers.
After more than ten minutes, Wang Teng became friends with several mercenaries here. He seemed to be more accustomed to living with these little people.
Those mercenaries just treated Wang Teng as a poor guy who had just been demoted like them.
I wonder what they would think if they knew Wang Teng’s true identity.
…
Meanwhile, outside the town.
Su Xia, who had been sitting on a big tree, finally moved!
He looked in the direction of the town with a deep gaze, then leaped up, his body seemed weightless, and landed lightly on the jungle ground without even crushing a dead leaf.
He had recalled several groups of nanorobots responsible for exploration, which slowly covered his entire body like invisible streams of water.
[The function of being invisible to the current environment has been activated...]
Soon, Su Xia became invisible, as if he had disappeared on the spot.
"The trial will be held tomorrow evening, and there are less than thirty-six hours left." Su Xia calculated in his mind, "There may not be any breakthroughs in the next period of time, so I can only think of a solution from Wang Teng."
Follow Wang Teng’s words!
Although this is difficult, Su Xia still has to try it.
After turning on the invisibility, he began to move forward slowly, following the direction of the wind, trying not to cause too obvious air flow with his movements.
About half an hour later, Suxia entered the town and successfully sneaked into the bar owned by the Tiger Organization.
How to approach Wang Teng is a rather troublesome problem.
Su Xia patiently entered the last floor where the slaves were imprisoned through an escape passage, and then hung upside down above this floor like a big bat, without releasing any spiritual energy fluctuations.
"We can only follow the old method and replace our identities."
He carefully observed the mercenaries, analyzed their behaviors, and memorized their catchphrases, micro-expressions, subconscious movements, and so on.
Combined with the character description given by the system, Su Xia can basically achieve an imitation with a degree of authenticity close to 90%.
Another half an hour later, Su Xia selected a mercenary.
[Qiao Tu: male, 33 years old, member of Tiger Mercenary Organization]
[No psychic powers, weak combat ability, originally the manager of a food warehouse of the organization]
[Two months ago, he accidentally ignited a pile of food supplies, and was stripped of his position as warehouse manager. His status was downgraded, and he came here to feed the slaves.]
【……】
This person is the least talkative among the mercenaries.
Moreover, he did not have a very deep relationship with the other people and did not know them before.
He seemed to still have hope of leaving here and wanted to return to his position as a warehouse manager, so he had relatively little communication with the other people.
Even if such a person was replaced by Su Xia, it would be difficult for the others to detect the problem in a short period of time.
"That's him!"
Su Xia looked focused and moved slowly towards Qiao Tu, waiting for the opportunity.
It wasn't long before the opportunity came.
Qiao Tu yawned, looked bored, rubbed his stomach, stood up from his seat, and walked slowly to the bathroom in the corner of the underground space.
Su Xia was like a ghost, sticking behind him, floating slowly without making any sound.
Qiao Tu walked to the bathroom door, reached out and turned the door open, then walked in slowly.
“Crack!”
The bathroom door is closed, temporarily isolating it from the outside space.
At this moment, Su Xia's eyes suddenly turned cold. He raised his hand and took out a potion, which he gently sprinkled on Qiao Tu's neck.
The needle of this medicine is very special. Ordinary people will hardly feel anything when being pricked.
Qiao Tu's perception was slightly sharper than that of ordinary people, but it was also limited. He just scratched his neck subconsciously.
"Strange, where did the mosquito come from..."
