Chapter 342 Underground Prison

Qinglangxing has no atmosphere, so the surface is completely exposed to the space environment. The night drove the mecha to a canyon according to the coordinates left by Fan Qingping. Under the light of the stars, the temperature is as high as several hundred degrees, and the surface is full of heat waves. Once you leave the irradiation of the star, the temperature here will drop to a few hundred degrees below zero.

Without the help of equipment, ordinary human beings can't survive here at all.

On the mountain wall on the side of the Rift Valley, a huge iron gate was found in the night. This should be the entrance to the production base.

"Didi Didi," an alarm sounded in the mecha.

"There is a metal moving target approaching," the night hurriedly pulled up the mecha, flew to one side, and hid behind a boulder.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, I saw several armored vehicles flying close to the ground. This seems to be an uncontrolled machine. When it approached, the iron door slowly opened, and the "suspended armored vehicles" went through.

"No, there's someone here." The detector of the mecha actually detected an active target in the suspended armored vehicle. In this way, there is a lot of trouble.

"Qingluo, the mecha is handed over to you. I'm going in." The night ordered.

"Okay", Qingluo took over the driving system.

The two waited patiently, and three hours later, another team of armored vehicles approached. The night is like a gecko crawling on the ground, extremely flexible. The metal armor on the body has been camouflaged and close to the color of the ground.

He had long lurked on the route that the armored car must go through until the armored car approached. He jumped up and lifted the last flying armored vehicle. The iron door opened, and the night sneaked in.

The perception of the night wrapped the whole armored vehicle and heard the sound of conversation from the armored vehicle.

"It's already 30718. When will it end!"

"Old Xu, don't expect to escape. If we leave the base, we will definitely die.

"I'm really pissed off. Didn't I just offend a playboy? It's ruined all my life."

The night frowned under the car. Isn't it an unmanned planet? Why does it sound like there is a base? Will the bastard Fan Qingping deceive him again?

The armored car outside went straight for a distance in the dark tunnel, and then fell down. At least a dozen kilometers, it stopped slowly. The night quickly let go and jumped to one side before the armored car stopped. He quickly looked at the environment and found that it was a processing factory. The rumbling mechanical sound came over, causing a little tingling in the eardrums.

"The device should be here," the night muttered. He quickly hid in a corner and watched the suspended armored vehicles dump the raw materials in the warehouse.

Then those assembly lines extract the raw materials for deep processing.

After unloading the minerals, the magnetic levitation vehicles drove nearby and parked. The night counted it carefully. There are dozens of magnetic levitation armored vehicles here. It seems that there are not a few people living in this base.

The night removed the heavy metal protective suit on his body, and then secretly followed the dozen people. Those people passed through several passages to another cave.

"Fresh mouse meat, a moll stone." Someone is selling it.

All kinds of shouts sounded, full of inferior and complicated atmosphere of life.

The light here gradually brightens up, and it turns out to be a lively street. The night rubbed his eyes in disbelief, thinking that his vision had deviated.

He quickly withdrew into the shadow, and then turned himself into disgrace and disguised himself.

"Do not move!" In the dark night, he found that he had a knife on his neck, and a low female voice came from behind. The night slowly raised his hands and wanted to turn his head and take a look.

In fact, this is a habitual action, but the woman behind her is more vigilant, and the blade on her neck is tighter. The night stopped, spread the perception, and wrapped the woman.

"Good figure," he muttered, and suddenly slipped out of the woman's knife like a long snake. He hung the woman's wrist with his left hand and twisted it hard.

"Dang!" The blade landed.

The night suddenly turned around and pushed the woman to the wall of the cave.

The woman's eyes suddenly showed panic, but she seemed to have some scruples and did not shout loudly.

The night's left hand also grabbed the woman's right hand and raised it in front of him. On the woman's right hand, there was a smaller blade. I almost poked into the belly of the night.

"You are not from here!" The woman panicked.

The night pushed the woman hard against the wall of the cave. The large mass on her chest suddenly deformed and her breath became thick.

"Why are there so many people living here?" The night answered the question, but raised doubts to the woman.

The woman bit her lip and didn't seem to want to say more. The night's left hand tightened, and the small blade in the woman's hand was close to her own neck.

"This is Qinglangxing Prison!" The woman immediately made a sound.

"Shh!" The night made a silent gesture, shook off the blade in the woman's hand, and then dragged him into the shadow. In the distance, there was a sound of footsteps. More than a dozen strong men, carrying all kinds of strange weapons, came out of a tunnel and walked to the market.

He noticed that the woman's heartbeat suddenly intensified.

"Do you know these people?" The night whispered.

The woman didn't answer. The teeth that bit her lips tightened, and there was a trace of blood from the corners of her mouth.

"Your problem is not a problem in my opinion." Dark night suddenly said something inexplicably, and then pointed to the direction of the street: "In return, I need a guide."

"Deal!" The woman followed him to play riddles.

The night released it, picked up the blade on the ground, pinched the knife body and returned it to him. The woman was a little confused, but she still took the blade and inserted it into the outside of her thigh.

"What's your name?" The night stared at the group of people who had just left and asked without looking back.

The "Youlan" woman saw that the night was not malicious, and also followed his sight.

After the group of people got to the street, they began to stay in front of some stalls. Sometimes they took some items from the stall owner, sometimes they fought directly, and then ransacked the stalls.

"I need medicine. My brother is paralyzed. Also, the bald head of the leader, I'm going to kill him!"

"Okay!"

The night strode out, with his hands in his trouser pockets, looking like a fool. When those stall owners saw strange faces coming, they unconsciously looked a few more times, but no one dared to come up and talk.

The previous group of people were smashing in front of a stall.

The bald head, who looked like a leader, stepped on the stall owner and spit on his face: "Do you know my bald head?"

"I know, I know," the man on the ground coughed, and his mouth was full of blood: "Please forgive me this time. I will definitely sell things after I register next time."

"Ky, let's put the highlights." The bald Qiang stepped on him a few times without mercy, then kicked him away and turned back to greet his men: "Move everything that can be moved away, and the rest will be smashed."

"Yes, Brother Qiang!"

The messy weapons hit the stall, knocking some piecemeal objects to pieces. The night noticed that many stalls in the distance were hurriedly cleaning up, and their hands and feet had slipped away from the other end.

"This prison is very interesting!" The night suddenly turned around and smiled at Youlan behind him.

"Ah!" Youlan couldn't touch it and let out a scream.

The eyes of the group of people in the distance were suddenly attracted, and the leading bald Qiang came to the night. Looking at this, it seems that he knows Youlan behind him.

Youlan paused and was about to pull out her legs, but she was grabbed by the night and staggered to her side.

"Wasn't it very cruel to deal with me? Why are you timid when you touch a bald head?" The night joked. Youlan didn't answer. She lowered her head, put her hand on the outside of her thigh, and would pull out her knife at any time.

"New here?" The bald-headed strong voice came.

"Are you asking me?" The night pointed to his nose.

The group of people behind the bald Qiang followed when they saw that the atmosphere was not right. One of the thin guys jumped out and poked his finger on the night's face: "It's really unruly." Then he turned his head and flattered the bald man and said, "Brother Qiang, this boy is a thorny head. Does he break his legs or step on the soft stick?"

The face of the night suddenly sank. I couldn't tell why. The group of people opposite only felt that their hearts were tight. It seems that this man controls the power of life and death, and only one look makes people afraid.

This kind of momentum can't be pretended.

The bald man put away his hippie smiling face and tightened his expression.

I'm afraid it's difficult to do this today!

"What's wrong with this bald head?" The night slapped the thin guy away, and dragged Youlan in front of him with his right hand, staring at the bald head.

"Is this your support?" The bald-headed Qiang stared at Youlan.

The atmosphere became tense, and the hands of a group of bald brothers holding weapons suddenly tightened.

"Damn it," the night suddenly lost a dirty word, and then his body suddenly moved. Let you think I don't exist!" Without waiting for the end, his left foot was pulled out like a whip, sweeping the bare head and strong waist.

The bald-headed Qiang is also a practitioner. He stood still and kicked in the direction of his hands.

"Bang!"

The result was everyone's surprise. The bald-headed Qiang flew up like a ball and hit the hole wall on one side fiercely.

The night did not care about the result, let go of the orchid and burst into the crowd.

Pointing to the thin man's chest, he suddenly lowered his head and gave him a long knife. The body suddenly turned right and flew out with one foot, and another mixed into a flying man in the air.

A tall man raised the long stick in his hand and hit the night's head. The night didn't look at it. He stretched out his left hand, held the other end of the stick, twisted it hard, and the stick suddenly came out of the other party's hand.

The body turned to one side and avoided a few blade attacks.

The stick in his hand was like a mourning stick, knocking fiercely on the shoulder of a gangster, and the sound of broken bones suddenly sounded with a scream.

The night body soared into the sky, one rolled over, and another stick swept out.

"Bang!" Another gangster was hit by the arm, and his whole hand hung down.

The night was powerful, and the besieged hoodlums suddenly lost their courage. They dragged their injured companions and retreated.

"Ah!" A sudden roar came from one side, and the bald head was kicked away by the night, like a reckless cow, rushing into the night fiercely.

The night didn't care at all, and didn't even make a move to avoid it. The long stick in his hand threw it out to the crowd, and then slapped the bald head fiercely.

"Bang!"

"Wouch!"

The sound of vomiting came, and anyone saw his head broken like a watermelon, and his stomach couldn't stand it.

At night, he dodged to avoid it, and never splashed a piece of minced meat.

The group of hoodlums on the opposite side were scared. I don't know who howled. A group of people suddenly dispersed as birds and beasts, lost their weapons, and fled desperately.

"Are you satisfied with this result?" The night turned its head to Youlan. But she found that the woman was squatting on the ground, even spitting out the water in her stomach.