Chapter 94 Bloodstained Overalls

"Hehehehe, it seems you are in good spirits..."

"How's it going? Are you still holding on?"

In the gloomy prison, "Epidemic" Quinn "tortured" the two prisoners as always.

He looked at Darren and Barrett, who were lying on the ground in front of them, panting wildly and roaring like beasts, and let out a proud and treacherous laugh.

"This will all end if you are willing to surrender."

"Of course, I don't want you to surrender. After all, such perfect experimental subjects are rare."

Quinn smoked his cigar, blowing out smoke rings one after another, and occasionally glanced at the numbers on the life-monitoring instrument.

"Is that all you have?"

Darren gasped and said with a grin.

The severe pain made it difficult for him to breathe.

On the red and hot skin, ferocious veins bulged, squirming with the violent beating of the heart.

"Tch, that's really tough."

Quinn's little eyes narrowed, and he said with disdain:

"When I install the latest experimental equipment, I will be able to develop a virus with higher purity. By then you will not even be able to beg for mercy."

"asshole!!"

Darren struggled to his feet with a face full of fury, and punched Quinn's fat face with difficulty.

Quinn easily grabbed Darren's arm and said with a sinister smile:

"Isn't the taste of sea floor stone unpleasant? It's such a soft fist..."

He punched Darren hard in the stomach. The latter's body suddenly bent like a cooked shrimp, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

Blood spurted out, turning Quinn's face and overalls red.

Quinn:…

"You damn guy!! How dare you spit blood on my face!!"

Quinn was obviously stunned for a moment before roaring furiously.

He was just about to roll up his sleeves and teach these two guys a lesson, but when he saw them falling to the ground as weak as dead dogs, looking like they were dying, he could only grit his teeth angrily and give up.

"I won't come back to deal with you until I've cleaned up!"

The fat man in overalls gritted his teeth and said something, then angrily closed the cell door and strode away.

Dead silence returned to the prison.

One minute later,

Darren and Barrett slowly sat up from the dirty and smelly ground.

"You guys, if you don't want to be in the navy, you can become an actor."

Barrett, who was slightly pale, glanced weakly at the black-haired navy and couldn't help but say something.

Although as his physique and virus resistance improved, the virus of the fat man in overalls no longer had much destructive power on him.

But with every injection, the pain that is worse than life will follow without any weakening.

Darren raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled and said:

"Who said you can't be a navy person if you are good at acting?"

He panted slightly, raised his eyebrows, and spoke in a teasing tone.

"There are people in the navy who are better at acting than me, but there are many people out there..."

Barrett laughed disdainfully:

"That fat man is destined to be fooled by you now, you guy..."

In his mind, he remembered the dirty move in which he lost an arm with a cannon during the fight with Darren, and he gritted his teeth:

"...My heart is so dirty!"

"Thanks."

"Damn it! I'm not complimenting you!!"

Barrett roared angrily:

"You guys...are so infuriating!"

Darren smiled, leaning against the damp wall, raising his head slightly, his eyes dazed.

"Barrett, we will escape soon. After we get out... have you thought about what you will do?"

The dim oil lamp cast a warm yellow light, casting a swaying shadow on the young navy's profile on the wall.

Barrett glanced at Darren doubtfully, and the anger on his face gradually disappeared.

He was silent for a few seconds, then slowly grinned and said:

"The strongest."

"That's not easy."

Darren laughed.

Barrett sneered:

"You don't understand this kind of thing. Just get promoted step by step and become your admiral."

"Don't get too weak, Darren."

"Otherwise, when we meet again, I will just twist your head off."

Darren narrowed his eyes and laughed.

"Each other."

After the words fell, a deep voice came from the wall between the two.

"Lord Darren."

Ripples gradually rippled on the dilapidated walls, and Senior's figure emerged from the water-like walls.

"The things you arranged are ready. How are you doing here?"

Darren said calmly:

"Everything went as planned."

Senior nodded,

"Then I'll go there."

"etc."

Just when Senior's figure was about to "submerge" into the wall, Darren suddenly called him.

Senior turned his head and asked patiently:

"Lord Darren, do you have any other orders?"

Darren shook his head and suddenly asked:

"Is there any cigarette?"

Senior was stunned. He fumbled on his suit, took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and opened the cigarette case.

"Only the last one."

He handed Darren the cigarette and lighter at the same time.

"enough."

Darren took out the last cigarette and placed it gently in Senior's mouth.

Senior stared at Darren's actions in a daze, and for a moment he didn't know how to react.

Click——

The lighter lit the cigarette.

Darren put the cigarette box and lighter back into Senior's clothes and took a step back.

"I'm a navy, so I use the navy's way."

He smiled at Senior.

He raised his hand suddenly.

He saluted in a standard military salute.

The seastone shackles rattled with his movements.

Senior's eyes widened and his mouth slightly opened.

The lit cigarette stuck to his lower lip and did not fall off.

"Go, wait until we escape, we'll sit together and smoke a cigarette together."

Darren put down his arm and smiled.

Hearing Darren's words, Senior finally came back to his senses.

He took a deep puff of the cigarette, nodded heavily, and then plunged into the splash of water on the wall.

"...Yes, Lord Darren."

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On the brown island land.

Northwest of the prison.

In a ten-meter-high building, each room was filled with a large number of experimental instruments.

"Those two damn guys actually soiled my clothes!!"

Quinn walked into his residence with a curse, and finally "pulled" his fat body out of the tight overalls, wrapped it in a bath towel, and turned on the hot water valve in the bathroom.

He walked to the closet and opened it.

The closet was full of brand new overalls of the same style.

Quinn took out one and hung it on the clothes hook with a hum. After thinking for a while, he took out a bunch of keys from the blood-stained overalls and hung them on the clothes hook.

Soon, he sang a little tune and walked into the shower room.

The sound of water flowing came out, and the thick steam covered the glass door of the shower room. The distorted shadow of the fat man singing and dancing in it could be vaguely seen.

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