Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 810: 486, it’s okay

A02 secret military base covers an area of 8,100 acres.

Among them, the military area is 6,100 acres, where batches of Yamata Group Genetic Warriors undergo the harshest training, and then go out to become elite intelligence personnel.

The remaining 2,000 acres are the camps and quarry for the prisoners, where hundreds of prisoners are brought in, eating only coarse grain wotou every day, without even seeing the most basic synthetic protein bars.

In the sky, every 12 drones form a patrol unit, with a total of 18 units patrolling in the air.

The entire outer perimeter of the A02 secret military base is surrounded by a high-voltage electric fence.

Behind the heads of all prisoners, there is a black metal button embedded in the flesh.

Every word spoken by each prisoner is recorded and transmitted to the secret military base’s prison guard department, which is also equipped with a positioning system and miniature explosive.

The prisoners remain silent, knowing that even a single misspoken word could lead to additional corporal punishment.

Just now, someone whispered, “Did he really kill all the soldiers on a whole Takamagahara ship?” but nobody dared to answer him.

The atmosphere among the prisoners was frozen, as if a liquid nitrogen bomb had been detonated, solidifying everything.

They only watched silently, observing as Jindai soldiers pressed a bloodied boy to the ground and carried out the bodies of other Jindai soldiers.

The prisoners had no sources of information here; they didn’t even know who this boy was.

What kind of prisoner could kill all the soldiers transporting him and then calmly accept becoming a captive himself?

At one point, they saw the boy, being held down on the frozen ground by the soldiers, find the time to glance around at them.

Amidst the armed enclosure, beside more than twenty bodies.

Although he was smiling, the aura of ferocity was overwhelming.

This was probably the most contrasting scene the prisoners had ever witnessed.

Soon, the boy was escorted to the center of the quarry, under a shabby shack amid the rubble.

This quarry resembled a gigantic schoolyard, with the shack in its center.

The prisoners were stunned: “Is that…”

It was a pigsty, open on all sides, made of a few simple wooden posts, housing seven black pigs.

The pigsty reeked with a foul stench, the black mud on the ground would submerge one’s ankle with a single step.

But none of that mattered; what mattered was that this had once been Qing Mu’s confinement place.

Qing Mu had been humiliated here for 19 years before being transferred away just over ten days ago, and now another boy was locked in.

The prisoners’ expressions changed; some were curious, others solemn.

At that moment, dozens of Jindai soldiers rushed over with whips, one of them slashing a middle-aged prisoner’s face, leaving a deep scar.

“What are you looking at? Keep moving rocks!” a Jindai soldier shouted fiercely, “If you don’t finish by sunset, you won’t get to eat!”

The prisoners scattered in fear like birds and animals and returned to their rocks to keep working.

They had to carry rocks from the east to the west, passing by the pigsty in between.

From a few meters away, the prisoners watched as the Jindai soldiers put heavy shackles on the boy, ones meant for Transcendents, weighing dozens to hundreds of pounds.

One hand with shackles weighing hundreds of pounds, both hands would be over a thousand pounds.

The shackles weren’t just on his hands, but also on his ankles.

Even a Transcendent would have to exert all their strength just to move with these shackles.

Someone secretly glanced and was shocked to find out that the shackles placed on the boy were the highest level, meant for restraining B-Class Genetic Warriors!

The shackles on Qing Chen’s feet were even connected to the ground, with the alloy chains sinking into the ground, confining him to the pigsty.

As they got closer, the prisoners’ first reaction upon seeing Qing Chen was… he was too young.

When Qing Mu was imprisoned here, he was already 31.

But Qing Chen, was much younger than Qing Mu.

Some prisoners had been here as long as Qing Mu and couldn’t help but wonder what kind of identity could lead to a boy of only seventeen or eighteen ending up in this pigsty like Qing Mu?

Just then, as a Jindai soldier was putting the last shackle on Qing Chen’s left hand, Qing Chen suddenly trapped the soldier’s neck with his arm.

The soldier struggled angrily, his face turning redder and redder.

The other Jindai soldiers pressed the muzzle of their guns against Qing Chen’s forehead: “Let him go!”

Qing Chen did not let go, instead looking around: “Shoot.”

But the Jindai soldiers continued to shout angrily, none daring to fire.

They were acutely aware of Qing Chen’s importance. Although he was a prisoner, anyone who accidentally killed him would likely become a prisoner here in the A02 secret military base too.

Knowing how much the prisoners hated them, their fate as prisoners would be terrible.

Qing Chen knew they wouldn’t dare kill him; he calmly said, “Be more careful next time. You only get one chance.”

Fierce.

Overbearing.

Even as a prisoner, even with dozens of guns pointed at him, he remained undaunted.

Just as he finished speaking, a crisp snap was heard as the Jindai soldier’s neck broke.

Qing Chen nonchalantly extended his left hand, gesturing for the other soldiers to continue shackling him.

The Jindai soldiers backed away in fright, and it was a long time before someone tentatively approached and locked the final shackle on Qing Chen.

Once the shackle was secured, the soldiers furiously began beating and kicking Qing Chen, but he only crouched in the pigsty’s foul mud, silently enduring.

Crouching and holding his head was the best protective position to avoid organ damage and dizziness or loss of balance from blows to the back of the head.

The seven black pigs in the pigsty ran around in terror, eventually curling up in the corners, trembling.

Qing Chen continued to crouch, enduring.

Would submitting and obeying free him from the pigsty and corporal punishment?

Useless.

If it was useless, why cower?

As the soldiers were beating and kicking Qing Chen, he suddenly, carrying the heavy shackles, grabbed one of the soldiers’ legs.

His muscles suddenly bulged, snapping the soldier’s leg with brute force.

The sound of the bone breaking rang out from the pigsty, causing many prisoners to shudder involuntarily.

Who was this fierce person, enduring such harsh conditions and still so aggressive?!

Among the prisoners, a few exchanged glances and then quietly turned away to continue hauling their rocks.

They had been walking this path of hauling rocks for nineteen years, long since numbed.

Now, a person had appeared, shouting in their numb ears, awakening them.

At this moment, Jindai Yunzi, wearing a military uniform, walked over with a gloomy expression.

He raised his arm, clenching his fist. All the prisoners immediately stopped working, holding onto their rocks as they stood in the cold wind.

The soldiers in the pigsty hastily stopped beating Qing Chen and stepped out to form a line.

Jindai Yunzi glanced at the soldier with a broken leg, then at the dead soldier, and spat out two words through gritted teeth: “Worthless.”

He turned to the prisoners and said loudly, “Maybe you were all curious about where Qing Mu, who lived in the pigsty for 19 years, went? Let me introduce you to this new prisoner, Qing Chen, Inspector of Intelligence Department One, Team Seven, PCA Federation CIA, who could have become the youngest director in PCA history.”

“Under his leadership, an important Jindai figure, Jindai Yasuhara, was traded from Deer Island. Qing Chen intended to negotiate for Qing Mu’s release with Jindai Yasuhara. Ironically, the rescuer ended up like the rescued. Isn’t that a joke?”

The prisoners were stunned.

So this was the new ‘Qing Mu’.

Jindai Yunzi laughed: “Today, you don’t need to carry rocks. Let’s play a game. Each of you will spit on him once when passing the pigsty. Those who do so will get a synthetic protein bar. But everyone must spit; if one person doesn’t, the others miss the chance for a bar. Begin.”

There was a moment of silence among the prisoners before it was broken, with someone dropping their stone and rushing to the pigsty to spit on Qing Chen.

The 2900+ prisoners had a complex structure, with groups from Qing’s Family and Li Family, and some caught by the Jindai.

The ones who spat first were the ones who had broken laws.

Qing Chen continued to crouch, enduring all hardship coming his way. He knew what Jindai Yunzi intended; he was not only imprisoned but also meant to break his spirit.

Opponents enjoyed manipulating hearts and minds, smiling more broadly when even those from Qing’s Family spat on Qing Chen.

Destiny seemed to cycle back to its origin.

Another prison, but no Uncle Li Dong this time, no humanitarian management by Yi.

This was the most brutal aspect of the Inner World, worse than any battlefield.

This was the true Inner World.

The world Qing Chen knew was too kind; he had never been to cruel places or lived in District 3.

From the start, he had led an upper-class life, treating everything like a game.

Now, he was experiencing this world’s coldness firsthand.

Some prisoners hesitated to step forward, but Jindai Yunzi paid no mind, watching with a twisted, perverse smile.

Finally, those who had spat coldly stared at those who hadn’t.

Someone sneered: “Still loyal to your old master? Hurry up, don’t hold everyone back from getting protein bars!”

Jindai Yunzi looked at his watch: “One minute left.”

The hesitant ones slowly walked to the pigsty, spitting lightly.

They silently looked at the boy whose clothes were soaked with spit. He looked up and smiled: “It’s okay.”

The prisoners were stunned for a moment, but no one spoke.

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Another chapter before 11 pm tonight