Real Apocalypse Game

"Cough...cough...cough...cough..."

The moment the man opened his eyes and woke up, he immediately had the stress response after a long period of dormancy, his whole body twitched and hunched over like a shrimp and began to cough and vomit violently.

It's just that he couldn't spit out anything at all, and the last food residue had already been completely digested by his body.

The last time I ate was at least fifty years ago.

And his muscles also atrophied to a certain extent, and his whole body was extremely weak.

Fortunately, the hibernation cabin after being devoured by ashes has also been transformed to some extent, so that the people inside can maintain basic physical functions, and can directly carry out activities without taking too long to recover.

"Ugh...cough...here...what is this place?" The man turned around weakly, looking at the people around him.

Another side effect of sleeping for a long time is that after waking up, there will be short-term temporary amnesia, and even forgetting your identity, but it should be restored soon.

"Bang!" The thin man kicked the belly of the man who had just woken up, causing him to curl up again in pain.

"Get the **** up, don't play dead! Now you're Boss Mike's pet!"

"You...what are you doing!? I want...I want to see...see my lawyer!" The man who had just woken up wailed in pain, as if he had just remembered the word "lawyer", "You are...this is a criminal abuse I will sue you! I will sue!"

Hearing this, everyone present looked at each other in dismay, and then burst into laughter, as if they had heard the funniest joke.

A hideous smile appeared on the thin man's face, he bent down and grabbed the man's hair, dragged him to the sleeping chamber where he was just now, pressed his head on the line of text, and said:

"Lawyer? Prosecute? Tell me which dormant your lawyer is in, and I'll eat him later... Yes, you remember who you are, you're just a **** prisoner."

Then he said word by word: "Cleopatra Gate, male, number NY-23487, 60 years."

"What kind of **** name is this, why is it so long!" said the thin man, and slammed Gait's head into the dormant chamber, immediately bleeding from his head and blood from his nose.

Immediately afterwards, the thin man put on a kind face and said to Gate:

"Dear Gat, I am honored to inform you that you are now free and no longer a prisoner, so can you tell me what exactly you did to be sentenced to 60 years of dormancy?"

At this time, Gate was already confused by the other party's actions, and shrank a little in fear, and then showed a look of joy and said:

"I... I'm really free? But... 60 years have really passed? But I was wronged. My boss said that I illegally used my power to disrupt the financial order and caused the bankruptcy of several large companies. But he did it all by himself..."

The thin man winked at the people around him, and said in a somewhat exaggerated and feigned surprised tone:

"It turned out to be those elites who manipulate stocks and banknotes. I never expected that we would be able to chat with gentlemen in the upper class."

The crowd burst into laughter again, this kind of link is already one of the only entertainments for them, and it is not to be missed.

Gait smiled ingratiatingly, and then asked cautiously:

"What the **** is this place? Is it Clinton Prison in Upstate New York? I remember that was where I ended up serving my sentence... May I go?"

"No, this is not Clinton Prison." Mike, a strong black man who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly opened his mouth and looked at Gate in front of him with a meaningful expression, and said slowly:

"This is New New York, welcome to the future, boy... now, run."

"New New York? The future? Why...why are you running?" Gate struggled to stand up, still with a blank expression on his face, "Are you...my boss sent to silence you?"

The dress and fierce appearance of these people in front of them really don't look like prison guards, but more like a group of killers.

The thin man snorted coldly, raised his hand and slashed Gait's shoulder with a knife, and said viciously:

"Let you run, of course, to make it more interesting for everyone to hunt... Run, as usual, we will give you..."

Said and glanced at Mike. Mike raised three fingers.

The thin man immediately continued: "As usual, we will give you three minutes, run!"

Said that the writing force was going to stab Gait again.

With a frightened face, Gate shouted, turned around and ran out. After running a few dozen meters, he glanced back and immediately rushed forward again.

"RunForrestRun!" (Run, Forrest, run! "Forrest Gump" classic lines)

"Hahahaha, he runs like a bitch!"

"Our financiers run pretty fast."

The crowd laughed, looking at Gate's gradually receding figure, his expression became hideous, and his eyes glowed with excitement.

Mike threw an arm-length metal bar in his hand and said indifferently:

"Come on, go kill him."

As soon as the words fell, everyone immediately rushed out like a group of wild beasts, chasing after Gate who ran out not too far!

This is the most enjoyable entertainment of the day!

At this moment, Gate turned his head to look over, and immediately let out a miserable howl, and began to flee frantically.

It's just that he suddenly discovered that the place he was in was not a prison or a hospital at all, but rather like a factory building with no end at all!

No Exit!

There are only endless corridors and various curvy routes, and if you make a mistake, you will enter a dead end!

Those huge metal structures are not like the earth in his memory at all, but rather like an installation art exhibition.

What the **** is this place?

Along the way, he also passed a lot of dormant warehouses scattered everywhere, and also saw a lot of bones, which was shocking.

God... am I not waking up at all, but already dead and in hell?

Only hell, and only **** would be such a sight!

Gait wailed secretly in his heart, trying to run with all his strength, but he couldn't run fast at all.

He was so weak.

He just wanted to eat now, but there was no food at all.

What appeared in front of him was only cold and hard metal.

Is this metal hell?

Just as Gatt was thinking, a dark shadow suddenly flashed at the corner of the corridor in front of him~www.readwn.com~ A metal rod hit him heavily on the head, knocking him to the ground in an instant.

"Ah—" Gate screamed and fell heavily to the ground, only to see a pursuer appearing in front of him with a grin.

He immediately tried his last strength and even rolled, turned and ran in the other direction. The pursuers behind him were not in a hurry, but dragged a metal stick and followed behind him with a smile.

Suddenly, the two of them emerged from the shadows on the side, and severely cut Gait's arm with the homemade metal knife in their hands.

Gait covered his wound, didn't even dare to stop, and continued to run forward.

It's just that he just ran to the front of a square metal structure, and the thin man suddenly jumped down from the top of the metal cube, grinning and shouting: "Surprise!"

Then he kicked Gait hard to the ground.

Gate screamed, was dizzy from the fall, rolled and struggled on the ground, and couldn't get up for a while.

A group of hunters all rushed over and surrounded Gate in the middle with a cruel smile on their faces.

Mike also came here and looked at Gate on the ground with a look of disgust.

This prey is really boring.

"Don't, don't kill me..." Gaet curled up on the ground and said in a trembling voice, "I didn't commit a crime, I was wronged... I didn't commit a crime..."

The thin man glanced at Mike's expression, walked to Gate with the knife, licked the blood on the blade, and said:

"You idiot, you don't even know how to run away. You were caught so easily, making Boss Mike unhappy... Then make the food well, I hope you can eat it..."

With a grin, he raised the dagger in his hand.

"Bah!" A crisp gunshot sounded, and the thin man's arm with the knife was instantly broken from the elbow joint!