Chapter 487: Unexpected Arrangement
“Ding-ding-ding—”
The sound of the bell was dull and penetrating, enveloping the entire town.
Even in the world five levels deep underground, Su Xia could hear it clearly.
A new day has arrived.
This evening, at dusk, is the time to try the dozen or so members of the South Wind Organization.
Time is running out for both Su Xia and the members of the infiltration team who want to carry out the rescue.
In the rest area, several mercenaries who were playing cards raised their heads and looked at the dark ceiling.
"It's the last day, I hope nothing goes wrong." said the old mercenary.
"If something really goes wrong, we brothers won't be affected immediately, and we have plenty of time to escape." said another mercenary.
"Yes, after escaping, find a place to hide your identity for three to five months, and then find a force to join, and you can still live comfortably."
"Yes, that makes sense..."
These people still hold the same idea and it has never changed.
No matter what happens, they can find ways to comfort themselves.
After a brief chat, they started playing cards again. The table was filled with smoke and there were several piles of colorful chips made of beer caps.
This dark little underground world seems isolated from the outside world, like a refuge in the end of the world.
The two mercenaries who were playing games didn't even raise their heads. They both looked extremely focused, staring at the black and white screen of the old game console, pressing their thumbs desperately, and their bodies swaying from side to side from time to time, as if everything happening in the outside world had nothing to do with them.
Su Xia and Wang Teng sat in the darkness in the corner, each holding a bottle of beer, chatting calmly about something in the present and the future.
"bite--"
The wine bottles collided and the wine swayed, making crisp sounds.
Wang Teng took a sip of wine, then heaved a sigh of relief, wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth casually, and said, "The last day is here, Brother Qiao, are you worried?"
"What about you? Are you worried?" Su Xia smiled and asked him back.
"Yeah, there's no point in worrying so much." Wang Teng looked puzzled, looking at the light green beer bottle in his hand, and whispered, "Brother Qiao, I really hope we can always be friends."
Hearing this, Su Xia pondered for a moment and did not speak immediately.
After a while, he said, "Anyone can be a friend."
"Well, maybe."
Wang Teng raised the wine bottle, a smile appeared on his face again, and clinked it with Su Xia's bottle.
The atmosphere seemed a little strange, but neither of them said anything.
Time passed slowly and the night was over quickly.
The mercenaries who were playing cards played until about three in the morning before they crawled back to bed to rest. The two guys who were playing games played all night long and their eyes were almost swollen.
Su Xia and Wang Teng also chatted all night. The topics they talked about were very ordinary. They no longer talked about the Nanfeng Organization and the Masked Stranger. They spent most of the time talking about some hypothetical future.
Both of them were in good spirits, much better than the two who stayed up late playing games. There wasn't even any bloodshot in their eyes, let alone dark circles.
After seven in the morning, the old mercenary got up, washed up briefly, and then took everyone to the upper floor to eat.
After dinner, everyone carried large iron buckets and filled each bucket with food to feed the slaves.
“Ding ding ding——”
They returned to the fifth underground floor and kept hitting with large iron spoons.
"Get up, it's time to eat!"
"If you don't get up, I'll ask you to get up!"
“…”
Several people were banging and shouting loudly.
The slaves in the cages hurriedly got up. Some had already been waiting at the cell door. There was only this one meal a day, and if they missed it, they would have to wait until the next day.
This was the first time for Su Xia and Wang Teng to do this.
Of course, this should also be the last time.
The two of them also carried an iron bucket and walked at the end of the crowd. The bucket was filled with disgusting yellow-gray liquid food that did not look appetizing at all.
"Over there, there are two guys in that cage. They haven't eaten for three days. They are probably hoping to die, but they have been told not to let them die so easily."
The old mercenary stretched out his hand and pointed at a dirty cage not far away.
"Brother Wu, go and give those two slaves some food to keep them alive!" he ordered Wu Yong.
"Oh, okay."
Wang Teng nodded honestly and immediately walked over carrying the big iron bucket.
Another mercenary said, "Be careful, those two guys might just be pretending to want to die, just to trick you over and attack you when you get close to them."
"Okay, I understand."
Wang Teng seemed to be struggling to carry the big iron bucket. His face flushed slightly and his steps were a little unsteady. He walked step by step to the door of the cage, then took out the key and opened it.
Su Xia also walked over, holding the iron spoon, stirred the bucket, and began to feed the slaves in the other cages around that cage.
Like Qiao Tu in the past, he didn't do a lot of fancy feeding and didn't say much. He just casually dumped the food into the cell.
The other mercenaries liked to play tricks. Some of them just threw the food away, while others asked the slaves to kneel down to greet them, just as Su Xia saw yesterday morning.
After a while, Wang Teng, who had entered the cage, suddenly shouted: "Brother Wang, a slave has died."
"What? Dead?" The old mercenary named Wang frowned, dropped the iron bucket in his hand, and strode over.
Several other mercenaries also put down the iron buckets in their hands, with unhappy faces, and walked towards the cage.
The death of a slave is not a big deal, but it is not a small matter either.
Although slaves were lowly, they were, after all, the public property of the entire organization, not their own private property.
"Really dead?"
The old mercenary entered the cage, squatted down, and turned over the slave lying on the ground.
The slave's body was already stiff, with no breath or life left in him. He was dead beyond deadness.
Su Xia also stood outside and took a look. The health bar above the slave's head had returned to zero, and even if a god came, he couldn't be saved.
"How many people have died this month?" The old mercenary slowly stood up and asked another mercenary beside him.
"Three," the mercenary replied.
"It's not good. We only have seven indicators this month, and three have died so quickly."
"Pay more attention in the days ahead. If you see people not eating, force them to drink. Don't let more people die. If a few more die, the higher-ups will definitely blame us."
“…”
A maximum of seven slaves died every month. This was the line drawn for them by the higher-ups.
If too many people die, they won't have to pay with their lives, but they will be scolded and have their wages deducted.
"Go on, stop playing around and be serious next time."
The old mercenary waved his hand and said to Wang Teng, "Brother Wu, drag the body out. It will stink if left here."
"Drag him out?" Wang Teng was stunned for a moment, "Brother Wang, where are you going to drag him to?"
"There is a morgue on the third floor. Drag it there first and hand it over to the person in charge there." The old mercenary said casually, "Some big shots need corpses for research, and some big shots have a special fetish for corpses."
"oh oh……"
Wang Teng scratched his head, glanced at the corpse on the ground , and without thinking too much, he bent down, grabbed the trouser legs of the corpse, and began to drag it hard.
Su Xia wanted to help, but Wang Teng said, "Brother Qiao, I can do it alone."
"Well, be safe."
In this way, Wang Teng dragged the corpse alone, slowly moved to the elevator entrance, and then took the freight elevator to the third floor.
After he left, the old mercenary surnamed Wang looked at Su Xia meaningfully and said with a smile: "Brother Qiao, you talked with Brother Wu all night, how did the conversation go? Have you thought of a way to get up there?"
"Don't worry about it." Su Xia said lightly.
"Hey, we are all brothers, just asking." The old mercenary said again.
"Yeah, Brother Qiao, you've been here for two months, and you still don't consider us brothers?" Another mercenary also said with a smile, "That won't do. We have to unite when we're together."
"Unity?"
Su Xia also laughed and said, "What's the use of unity in a place like this?"
"Brother Qiao still dislikes this place."
The old mercenary shook his head and sighed, looking regretful, and asked Su Xia: "What's wrong with this place? It's safe and easy, why do we have to go to the upper world and fight to the death?"
"That's right, Brother Qiao, do you really not value your life?" another mercenary said, "Let's not talk about anything else, just talk about the trial meeting this evening. People from the South Wind Organization will definitely come to cause trouble. Bullets will not have eyes at that time."
"Brother Qiao, if you were still in your previous position, you would definitely not be able to escape the trial this evening. You must go and watch it."
"But you are so comfortable now, you don't have to worry about anything..."
Several people looked regretful and seemed to not understand Su Xia's choice.
They like to use the trial that will take place this evening as an example. This was the case with Wang Teng before and is also the case with Su Xia now.
These two days, Su Xia and Wang Teng seemed to have talked too much, which made several mercenaries feel a little uncomfortable.
Therefore, as soon as Wang Teng left, several people began to take turns persuading Su Xia.
After more than ten minutes, Wang Teng came back.
His face was a little pale, as if he had seen some bad scenes in the morgue, and there was still a trace of fear on his face.
"Brother Wu, has the body been delivered?" The old mercenary named Wang looked at him and asked with a smile.
"It's delivered." Wang Teng nodded honestly.
"How does it feel?"
"It's a bit cold in there."
"Haha, it's like this the first time you deliver a corpse. You'll get used to it..."
Several mercenaries laughed, and their laughter was very casual. Two of them even patted Wang Teng on the shoulder, as if they were deliberately creating a harmonious atmosphere.
After experiencing fear and cold, it is easier to want to gather together for warmth.
"Stop talking and go feed those slaves. There are more than a hundred mouths waiting to eat!" said the old mercenary with a smile.
"Um……"
Wang Teng didn't say much, he just picked up his iron bucket and continued feeding.
Today's feeding work was not completed until after nine in the morning.
As usual, they didn't have anything to do today, so they could just relax and enjoy themselves and do whatever they wanted in this underground world.
"Come on, guys, continue playing cards. I lost so many beer caps last night, I have to win them back today!" said the old mercenary.
"Haha, let's go play cards!"
Several people threw the iron buckets in their hands to the ground casually, and then ran to the card table impatiently.
Although the salary for this kind of life is a bit low, it is definitely not comparable to that of an electronics factory.
If nothing unexpected happens, every day to come will be a repetition of today.
However, accidents always happen unexpectedly.
Just after noon, when everyone was about to go to eat, someone suddenly came down from upstairs.
The person who came was also a mercenary of the Tiger Organization, responsible for personnel arrangements. Judging from his position, he should be Black Tiger's subordinate.
He came here to announce a piece of news: "Everyone in our organization must attend the trial meeting in the evening, including you. Pack up your things early. The trial venue is in the south of the town."
"What? We're going to watch the trial, too?"
Upon hearing this, the faces of several mercenaries changed.
One of the advantages of staying underground is that you won't be involved in certain conflicts in the first place.
They thought that the trial meeting in the evening was just like other previous events and had nothing to do with them. They just had to stay here.
But what is happening now?
"Why should we go?" Even the old mercenary who always looked lazy became a little anxious and asked hurriedly.
"Why?"
The man looked indifferent and said calmly: "This is the arrangement from above. If you want to know why, go ask Lord Black Tiger!"
"But we have to guard the slaves here!" said the old mercenary anxiously.
"These slaves are all locked up well, how could they run away?" the visitor said indifferently.
"But……"
"If you keep talking nonsense, I will treat you as disobeying orders and kill you on the spot!"
"I……"
The old mercenary trembled and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he dared not say anything.
The rest of the words were stuck in his neck, and he had to swallow hard, then forced out an extremely ugly smile, bowed and said to the man: "Okay, okay, we got it."
"Um."
The visitor looked indifferent, turned back to the elevator, and left.
After he left, the entire fifth underground floor was filled with deathly silence.
Except for Su Xia and Wang Teng, the expressions on the faces of the other mercenaries were frozen, and they didn't move at all, as if they were petrified.
With their strength, what's the point of going to the trial meeting?
Once a conflict breaks out, won't they be cannon fodder?
When the mercenaries thought of this, their heads started buzzing.
"We...we want to go too..."
One of the mercenaries looked miserable, his entire face turned pale, as if he had lost his soul, and he couldn't stop muttering to himself.
The other mercenaries were not much better. Their faces were as pale as eggplants hit by frost, and their spirits were far from being as good as before.
"This underground world is not a safe place..."
Hiding here, you still can't escape the arrangement of fate.
On the side, Su Xia glanced at Wang Teng. He knew that this matter was most likely arranged by Wang Teng.
Whether from the perspective of real identity or disguised identity, he thinks this arrangement is quite good!
