Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 5: Training Camp

"What? 5,000 yuan! Andy, why don't you go steal it! It's just a kid. Do you think it's a war chariot?"

As he fainted, a hoarse voice filled with anger entered his ears. Alan opened his eyes and saw a wilderness in the suburbs. There was a campfire not far away, and a black car was parked by the fire. The man dressed like a gentleman in a fur cape was shouting at the Black Widow's captain. Under the fire, Alan could even see his saliva splashing.

Behind this man, there were two large men in black, each carrying an assault rifle. It looked like they were guards.

Alan moved his body, and a sharp pain came from several parts of his body. His face was pale, but he didn't make any noise. The youth's condition wasn't very good. After Bai Fang was killed, he was knocked unconscious. The rest of the time was spent unconscious and awake. Compared to unconscious, the time spent awake was much shorter.

He was now locked up in an iron cage, which was very sturdy. At least one teenager couldn't bend these three centimetres thick iron bars, especially when the Demon Praise was taken away by Andy.

Right now, the dagger was gently spinning in the Guild Leader's hand. Alan wished he had slipped and stabbed the dagger into his throat.

"Calm down, Mr. Hearn." Andy smiled and pointed at Ellen. "That's right, that's a kid. But he meets your requirements and has no record at all. More importantly, he's healthy, and he's about the same age and size as your son. I bet you won't find a better candidate in a week."

"So look, 5000 yuan is really not expensive. Or do you think your son's life is not worth the money?" Andy smiled.

Hern snorted coldly and said, "You vampire. Listen, if the deadline isn't coming, you won't be able to make this deal. I'll take them away now. Come to my company to collect the money in three days, you bastard!"

He pushed Andy away and walked to the cage. He took out a handkerchief and covered his nose, then turned around and said, "Damn it, you two idiots, hurry up and get him in the car. Do you want me to do it myself?"

The two guards hurriedly ran over and worked together to lift the iron cage and Alan up, heading towards a four-wheel-drive off-road vehicle. In the cage, Alan looked at Andy. The latter smiled and waved goodbye to him.

"Hey!" Alan shouted at him.

Andy shrugged his shoulders and said, "What, are you reluctant to part with me? White-haired brat, although I like you quite a bit, now you are Mr. Hern's stuff!"

Alan's gaze fell on the dagger in Andy's hand. "Take care of it for me. Because I'll come back and get it, and then I'll wipe your neck with it."

Andy's bright red eyes stabbed him a little. Then he looked at his two companions and laughed, "I'll be waiting for you, little brat. If you can crawl back from that place, from that hell."

In the end, Alan and the cage were thrown onto the off-road vehicle. After a bumpy journey, he arrived at a manor in the wilderness. The manor was large, but the buildings were scarce. A main building, rows of annex houses, a bucket, and a row of shantytowns nearby were all part of the manor. Alan was thrown into the shack, next to him, piled with coal and firewood.

It rained in the middle of the night. The rain spread over the terrain, turning the ground under Allen's iron cage into a muddy swamp. The muddy water soaked his feet, and the chill in the water climbed up his body along his heels. The cage was only 70 centimeters tall, which prevented Alan from standing up straight. He could only sit in the mud for one night.

At noon the next day, the guard brought a basin filled with cold food leftovers. This was Allen's food for the day, and even the Hern werewolf dogs ate better than him. Alan ate all the food without saying a word, and the guard delivered the food with a look of disdain. But when he came back and saw that there wasn't even a drop of vegetable juice left on the plate, his expression became a little unnatural.

Two days later, a car drove into the manor. A teenager jumped out of the car. He was about the same age as Alan and was plump and white in a well-tailored suit. Ignoring the objections of the two guards, he ran to the shack and looked at Ellen for a while before smiling, "This is the bastard who took my place? He doesn't look like me at all."

"Young Master Bass, looks don't matter. As long as you're of the right age, it's fine. Others, Master Hearn will naturally take care of them." A guard said flatteringly from the side.

"You're going to die, bastard. But it's an honor for you to be able to go there instead of me." Beth squatted down and made a grimace against the iron cage.

He then said to the guard, "I heard that he is a wolf child?"

"Yes, Black Widow's Guild Leader Andy said. He seems to have been raised for the Snow Wolf."

"Interesting. Hey, do you know how to bite?" Beth waved his hand a few times towards the cage.

The guard hurriedly said, "Don't do this, Young Master."

"It doesn't matter, he doesn't dare "

At the end of the young master's words, Alan suddenly pounced on him. He grabbed Beth's arm and pulled it hard, breaking it. '"I don't bite. I only kill!" Allen said coldly, listening to Beth's pig-like scream.

"Let go! Let go!"

The guard put the gun into the cage and smashed Allen open with the butt of the gun. Only then did he drag Beth out. Beth kept howling "I'm going to kill him", but he let the two guards into the main building powerlessly.

A moment later, Hearn ran to the shack angrily with a rubber stick in his hand.

Alan had no food on this day and only received a severe beating.

A week after being captured at the manor, at noon when the sun was at its hottest, an escort truck arrived at the manor. Hearn had been notified and was waiting at the door against the sun. The car stopped and a few people squeezed out from inside. One of the fatties was invited into the room by Hern, while the other two were obviously soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms, tactical helmets, and automatic rifles.

There was a pattern embroidered on the chest of the soldier's camouflage suit. The bottom picture was of a musket crossing a longsword, and in the middle was a black owl wolf. This was the symbol of the "owl wolf" of the ground garrison in District 13, indicating that these people were from the regular army.

Not long after, Hern and the fatty walked out. Hern pointed in Alan's direction, and the fatty let out a series of laughter. He nodded and shouted to the two soldiers, "That's Beth. Take him away. By the way, remember to give him a number."

"Don't worry, those big shots only look at the numbers," he said to Hearn. "They won't look into the origins of a little ghost."

"Thank you very much." Hern said.

Beside him, Beth, who had an arm in plaster, gave Allen a middle finger.

Two sturdy soldiers walked over, and Alan looked at them coldly. One of them took out a strange pistol from his waist and said to Alan, "For your own good, you'd better stay still."

When he reached for Allen's arm, Allen grabbed him by the throat. However, just as he moved, his entire body suddenly trembled and he fell to the ground. Before he lost consciousness, he looked at another soldier, who was holding a taser in his hand. He smiled at his companion and said, "This kid is really wild."

"Maybe he has a chance to survive." With that, the soldier pressed down on Ellen's arm, put the muzzle of the gun on his hand, and fired another shot.

The gun shook slightly, and Alan felt a slight numbness in his arm. By the time the soldier removed the muzzle, there was already a number on his arm: 666!

On this day, Alan left the manor. He was taken out of the cage by the soldiers and thrown into the escort car. Under the watchful eyes of two robust and fully armed soldiers, Allen did not dare to make any misunderstandings. Through the escort window, he saw the vehicle leave the manor, pass through a canyon, cross the vast primeval forest, and arrive at a barracks at the foot of a mountain three days later.

"Welcome to hell," smiled the man who numbered Ellen when the soldiers drove him out of the car.

Alan reluctantly pointed the muzzles of the two rifles towards the barracks. He saw several escort cars parked at the entrance of the barracks. After entering through the barracks gate, it was a simple but open plaza. The plaza was a dirt field that had not been renovated at all. It seemed like it had just rained. The plaza was very humid, and one foot was a mud mark. On the square, dozens of soldiers lined up with rifles in their hands. The muzzle of the gun was aimed at some teenage girls about the age of Alan.

After the two soldiers escorted Allen to the group of youths, they handed a folder to the leading officer. The officer was two meters tall and his bronzed skin glowed with oil. Beneath the crooked beret was a grinning face. An X-shaped scar appeared on his face. This officer, who was as majestic as a gray berserk ape, had the emblem of a second lieutenant on his shoulder.

He strode forward and looked at the hundred or so frightened youths under his nose and said, "Welcome, you little bastards." I'm Lieutenant Ron. Here, I'm your God. What do I want you to do? Even if I want you to eat shit, you have to do it right. I have to say, you are a bunch of lucky bastards. Because you were randomly selected by the system, you have the chance to represent District 13 in the new Death Arena. You are also unfortunate, because in the next six months of training, only one person will be able to walk out of this camp. "

"You little bastards, you may always complain about living on the surface of hell. But now, I can say for sure, your life was as sweet as heaven. And now, you have truly come to hell!"

At the end of his sentence, Second Lieutenant Ron's voice was like thunder in the summer, causing the youths below to feel dizzy.