Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 871: 534, Flood and Iron Curtain

“Go, move faster!” The Jindai soldiers mockingly drove the prisoners, making them form a long queue and march towards the snowfield in the wilderness.

Qing Chen watched everything silently, while Jindai Yunzi gazed distantly at the pigpen in the monitoring area, the corners of his mouth slightly tilted upwards.

He enjoyed observing Qing Chen’s helplessness in the face of the current situation. No matter how many prisoners he killed, the other side could only stay obediently in the pigpen.

Jindai Yunzi didn’t notice when Qing Chen had already stood up, lowering his head and contemplating something.

Upon reaching the A02 base gate, the massive gate slowly lifted.

This prison, built entirely with black stone walls two meters wide and four meters high, was essentially a small fortress.

Inside was hell, but the outside wasn’t necessarily paradise either.

The huge searchlights in the prison projected white beams of light. Snowflakes danced in the beams, like murky dust.

Jindai Yunzi loudly emphasized to the prisoners, “Remember, you have only two hours to escape. This is your most precious chance. Those who escape can live, those who don’t will die!”

The prisoners looked at one another in dismay. In temperatures dropping to over minus forty degrees on a cold winter night, running outside for two hours might lead to freezing to death in the snow before they could even think of escape, without even considering the potential pursuit.

When the Jindai soldiers caught up to them, they would face unarmed and exhausted prisoners.

Therefore, from the very beginning, the graduation ceremony at this Jindai A02 base wasn’t meant to test the trainees’ abilities but to make them slaughter the weak, cutting off their heads and erasing any last bit of compassion and humanity from the trainees’ hearts.

It is said that in another secret base, female spies were specially trained, and their graduation ceremony involved Jindai soldiers helping them erase their last shred of modesty.

An organization that cultivates such intelligence personnel is naturally brutal.

So in the Outer World, those Time Travelers who had undergone training would even target Jinguji Maki.

At this moment, Jindai Yunzi drew his sword from his waist, a sword adorned with golden tassels—a symbol of identity and status within the Jindai Consortium.

He raised the long knife high, shouting, “Begin, slaves.”

The Jindai soldiers behind the prisoners fired into the air in a series of shots, startling the prisoners into running outside in droves.

Someone whispered, “How many of us will die this time.”

Lao Lee thought for a moment and said, “Probably all of us. If Iron Egg did not deceive us, then that Qing Chen Inspector must be ready to leave. Someone will come to save him, which is why he uncharacteristically ate to conserve his strength. The Jindai must know this as well. The upcoming battle will destroy this A02 base. To avoid having us three thousand people in the way, they plan to kill us all in advance.”

Upon hearing this, many prisoners panicked.

In previous winter hunts, at least some people survived, but this year it seemed that would not be the case.

Lao Lee glanced at the Qing intelligence personnel beside him. Their faces were solemn but determined. He turned to an elder, “Hey, Qing Ling, aren’t you going to think of something? Maybe the ones coming to rescue him can also take you along.”

Qing Ling looked at Lao Lee and replied, “Do you have a way to take away over nine hundred people from here? Where are we? This is the Jindai Consortium’s rear. Even if God came, He couldn’t take us away. So don’t think too much. Just go to meet death openly and don’t trouble others.”

“What nonsense are you talking about,” Lao Lee grumbled unhappily.

Qing Ling led his team and ran forward, “You’re not from the Qing’s Family, you wouldn’t understand.”

This infuriated Lao Lee, “You think we Li Family people are inferior to you Qing’s people? Who are you trying to belittle?”

As he spoke, he glanced back towards the A02 base. The boy stood in the pigpen, head lowered, pondering something.

Lao Lee turned and led the Li Family people towards the southwest. Over the past nineteen years, he had participated in the winter hunt every year and was well aware of the situation outside.

He was heading to a specific place.

A Qing intelligence personnel noticed the direction Lao Lee was leading them and asked suddenly, “Lao Lee, are you sure of this?”

Lao Lee replied calmly, “I’m sure.”

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In the A02 base, Jindai Yunzi watched coldly as the prisoners fled into the icy wilderness, escaping into the dark forest.

After just half an hour, he addressed the waiting 1600 Jindai soldiers, “Set out, leave none alive.”

It seemed the soldiers had long expected the departure time to be pushed forward, so they immediately set off in three directions upon receiving the order.

The soldiers, dressed in thermal military clothing and refined military boots, carrying black automatic rifles, formed a stark contrast to the bedraggled prisoners.

This well-trained army could easily massacre not just three thousand unarmed prisoners but even double that number.

This was an unequal slaughter, and the soldiers emerging from this would lose the very essence that made them “human.”

The most remarkable and despicable aspect of this nation was their mature methods for turning docile sheep into wolves.

Jindai Yunzi slowly walked towards the pigpen, his hand on the hilt of his waist sword, his stance lofty like a victorious general.

He reached the pigpen’s exterior and smiled as he asked, “After tonight, they all will die because of you. How do you feel about that?”