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The report had continued for an entire afternoon, and even Lin Yi's throat was dry from lack of water. It was one thing for the people from the Armed Division to question him; even being interrogated by Li Xianzong was somewhat normal. It was expected for the Vice Chairman of the Congress to ask questions as well, but those legislators whose names he had never even heard before seemed to have found some amusement in the situation, taking turns to bombard him with inquiries.
Lin Yi had a good temper, but he was nearing his breaking point. Just as he was about to explode, the questioning finally came to an end.
However, Lin Yi was then informed that he could only remain in the Armed Division! David and Number 19 had also been taken somewhere else, and in the end, even the War God Suit had been stripped from him.
Perhaps fearing that Lin Yi might suddenly lash out, a plump legislator wearing gold-rimmed glasses approached him and whispered in his ear, "Don't be impulsive; Li Qiweng still needs you!"
Lin Yi squinted at this somewhat familiar-looking legislator, but before he could ask anything, the man hurried away.
Following that, Lin Yi was led by two seemingly ordinary Lean Men into a basement within the Armed Division.
This time, Lin Yi suppressed all his anger. The two Lean Men appeared inconspicuous, yet he sensed a subtle energy fluctuation surrounding them. If it weren't for Lin Yi's extraordinary Psychic Power, it would have been difficult to detect that these two were already at Ten Star Level combat strength.
Lin Yi pondered in his heart; he never expected that the Commander of the Armed Division would lead to such a complete disaster, ultimately becoming a "prisoner" himself!
Although Lin Yi knew there was still room for maneuver regarding his own issues, seeing Li Xianzong's disappointed gaze made him feel guilty for failing to live up to Li Xianzong's trust.
A thousand lives had been lost just like that; if Lin Yi were truly at peace with it, that would indeed be a lie! Everything had happened so suddenly that it felt more like a dream from which he hoped to wake up soon.
The basement was located a hundred meters below ground. As the specially designed elevator descended to several dozen meters down, Lin Yi could only hear his increasingly labored breathing and feel the obscure energy around him.
At that moment, Lin Yi wanted nothing more than to escape, but the pressure from the two men surrounding him held him firmly in place. His Silver Soul and Silver Soul Battle Blade had already been confiscated; now he felt like a toothless tiger.
The air around him grew colder, and Lin Yi sensed an oppressive force enveloping him. He couldn't tell whether this feeling was physical or merely psychological.
As he felt himself drifting further away from hope, the suffocating sense of oppression became increasingly unbearable.
As Lin Yi's consciousness faded, his entire body trembled. Just then, a powerful force suddenly pressed down on his shoulders, followed by two loud cracks, and an intense pain surged through him!
"You..." Lin Yi's shout had not yet escaped his lips when a pair of iron-like hands clamped tightly around his neck.
In an instant, Lin Yi's face turned crimson, but he realized that he felt utterly drained, as if all his strength had been sapped away.
"Don't even think about escaping!" one of the lean men shouted in a low voice. Lin Yi immediately felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him.
"I..." Lin Yi wanted to explain something, but he soon gave up. He had experienced worse treatment before, and there was no need to dwell on it now.
Just moments ago, the two men had pressed down hard on his shoulders, dislocating them completely. His arms hung limply at his sides, leaving him no chance to recover!
A minute later, the elevator finally stopped. When the doors opened, Lin Yi felt a bone-chilling cold; he was in what seemed to be a near-freezing warehouse! All around him were alloy walls that appeared to stretch into unfathomable depths. Even with the Silver Soul and the Silver Soul Battle Blade in hand, escaping would not be easy—especially now that he was empty-handed!
"This used to be an underground laboratory. But for now, enjoy your stay!" One of the lean men tossed Lin Yi inside and then closed the heavy metal door behind him.
Once they saw the door completely sealed shut, they activated the elevator to leave. At that moment, one of the shorter men looked up at a taller man beside him and asked, "Big Brother, why is everyone up top so anxious this time? Is it really just because a thousand soldiers died?"
"Besides," he continued, "his failure had its reasons; after all, he was facing ten Star-Level Zombies. Even we would struggle to protect everyone!"
"Third Brother, don't think too much about it. Just focus on improving your strength; that's how you'll survive this chaos!" The tall man patted the shorter man's shoulder and spoke softly. Yet a hint of barely perceptible hatred flickered in his eyes.
"I think the higher-ups are overreacting this time. That guy is definitely talented! His Psychic Power is even stronger than ours; he can sense our combat capabilities!" The shorter man continued to voice his thoughts, disappointment etched on his face.
"Third Child, remember that we are in chaotic times; don't overthink things!" The tall man clearly disapproved of the shorter man's words and spoke with frustration.
The short man looked up at the tall one, his face filled with confusion. "Haven't most of the zombies been killed? Why is there still chaos?"
"Finished killing them? Don't forget how the Zombie Crisis began! If you want to survive, you need to grow stronger. The real show is just starting!"
The tall man clenched his fists, his muscles taut, and a chilling light flashed in his eyes.
...
Lin Yi took in his new surroundings; cold was the only word that came to mind. Dressed in thin clothing, he felt an indescribable chill wherever he went, as if his blood had begun to freeze.
Having been struck by lightning, Lin Yi should have needed medicine to recover, yet he was thrown into this sunless place to suffer. His arms were dislocated by two people who had overpowered him. Even though Lin Yi was physically strong, he had to endure inhuman torment.
Stumbling to the edge of the metal wall, Lin Yi suddenly slammed himself against it. He had bent forward when he collided with the wall, causing his body to rise upward!
With a sharp crack, Lin Yi's arm that had just hit the wall miraculously reconnected, allowing him to move it slowly.
Without hesitation, Lin Yi used the same method to pop his other dislocated arm back into place! He had learned these basic healing techniques over the years from various mercenaries from different countries, and now they proved invaluable.
Just a few moments after regaining movement in his arms, Lin Yi realized that the walls around him seemed to block his Psychic Power.
One hundred meters underground, in a metal cell, surrounded by biting cold and severely injured—this was Lin Yi's current predicament. He had nearly reached a dead end.
This feeling was eerily familiar; years ago, he had been placed under house arrest in a similar manner. But now he was worse off than before; at least back then he could see Li Qiweng and rest comfortably. Now he could only wait hopelessly for fate's judgment in this frigid place!
The cold seeped into Lin Yi's cracked body, slowing the flow of his blood. He felt that if he didn't resist it, he might just freeze into an Ice Sculpture.
Although his body had suffered significant trauma, there was essentially nothing seriously wrong. Lin Yi sat in the middle of the metal cell, entering a state of calm clarity. At that moment, a surge of energy flowed within him, slowly nourishing his body, healing the torn wounds, and repelling the invading cold.
However, this recovery was far inferior to Lulu's dark energy; at times, Lin Yi even had to pause to regain some strength before he could control the energy circulating inside him.
Time passed without him knowing how long it had been, but Lin Yi felt as if his entire body was undergoing a gradual transformation. With microscopic perception, he sensed that even his genes were continuously changing. The wounds were slowly healing; the charred areas were peeling away, and fresh granulation tissue was sprouting from the cracks, gradually closing up.
Yet this change was exceedingly slow, almost imperceptible to the naked eye. Fortunately, Lin Yi felt that his injuries had healed significantly; if he could properly recuperate, he would soon be completely restored!
At the same time, Lin Yi's heart sank to its depths. He estimated that his healing process had lasted at least three days, yet not a single person had come to check on him!
Thoughts raced through Lin Yi's mind. In today's society, even the most heinous criminals must undergo a trial to determine their punishment.
So why was he imprisoned in an underground cell with no one to inquire about him? It clearly defied logic. No matter how great Lin Yi's responsibilities were, he still had the basic right not to suffer in such a manner.
Having ruled out all possibilities, Lin Yi concluded that the only reason for his treatment could be related to Zombies! This was the only explanation for why he was experiencing such "treatment"!
Realizing this made Lin Yi's heart race. Although he had not colluded with Zombies, if he were deemed a traitor, no one would be able to save him!
However, Lin Yi quickly reassured himself. He was a citizen of the United Nations granted by the United Nations Security Council; he was the one and only Mercenary King! He was still a National Hero and had two thousand loyal and powerful Mercenaries following him!
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