Two days later, Chen Xing, who was covered in bandages and mummified, was transferred from the hospital to a regular cell to await his arraignment in court.
Since he was guilty of killing a nobleman, he was put in a single cell. It is about seven or eight square meters, with an iron frame bed, a small table, a toilet, and a curtain as all the facilities.
Chen Xing was lying on the bed, his mood not fluctuating much. The death penalty in this world was abolished by the "Committee on Human Survival" more than two hundred years ago. The heaviest punishment is to be exiled to the Black Death Continent and left to fend for themselves.
Anyway, his life is not in danger for the time being, and he is happy to have some leisure time. There was a bottle of Kraken red wine on the small table next to the bed, and next to the bottle was a crystal goblet filled with one-third of the dark red wine syrup. Since the people below were unaware of the situation and had many speculations about his identity, their attitude towards him was quite good. Alan, the fast healer of the Holy Light Church, even sent him a bottle of good wine.
If you don't drink it, you won't drink it. There may be no chance to drink it in the future. Chen Xing will naturally not refuse.
The area on the face where the fan hit her was still burning, that bitch was so cruel. The fan was filled with psychic energy, and it cracked his cheekbones. Compared to the severe injuries to his chest and back, the pain on his face was even more shameful. Every time he grimaced in pain, he would silently swear. One day, I will make that bitch kneel at my feet and torture her with the cruelest punishment in the world, making her regret coming to this world.
But imagination is imagination and reality is reality. He was a prisoner, he didn't know what was going to happen tomorrow, and he wanted to take revenge on the eldest princess of the principality. It was simply out of his imagination. But this does not affect him in any way to satisfy himself with Mr. Lu Xun’s Ah Q spirit.
"Clang clang clang!"
There was a knocking sound outside, and Chen Xing struggled to sit up. A prison guard knocked on the iron fence a few times with his baton. After watching him get up, he opened the lock and pushed a large aluminum suitcase in.
"All your things are here. Check them out. If there are no problems, I will send them to you for storage." The prison guard said.
With his hands shackled, Chen Xing struggled to move his body and got out of bed. The prison guard opened the box for him and asked him to count it.
The disassembled "Night Owl" and M4 rifle, the tied "Jiangu" and sheathed knife, several grenades and five or six boxes of bullets, money bags and jade packages, as well as various medicines, compressed food, Compass, map, windproof lighter, etc.
Chen Xing inspected it for a while and couldn't help but sigh that the atmosphere in Monitor City was good. Not to mention valuable things, not even a single copper was lost.
"That's all." Chen Xing raised his hand to the prison guard, "Sorry to trouble you."
"It's okay, you rest." After saying that, the prison guard closed the box, pushed it out, and locked the door again.
Chen Xing spent the next few days in boredom. Fortunately, the detention center also provided newspapers to the prisoners, one was the "Dragon City Evening News" of the Red Dragon Principality, and the other was the "Longhe Daily" of the Kingdom.
The latest hot news is the war between the Black Feather Principality and the Silver Claw Principality. The Black Feather soldiers were overwhelming and captured a city again. The Haitang family is in danger, and the Malan royal family has sent a prince to mediate, calling on the two countries to "treat it rationally and stop talking."
Now that the war has reached this level, it's almost time to end. Within the kingdom, not just how much territory has been conquered can be legally occupied. It also needs to be recognized by the emperor and the Council of Elders. Otherwise, it will be regarded as illegal occupation and will not be supported by the clearnet system.
The role of the prince is to redistribute the cake. If the cake is divided well, everyone will withdraw their troops. If the cake is not divided well, they will continue to fight. However, the big nobles usually give the prince face. If there is no sworn hatred and hatred, and they insist on fighting to the last soldier, the winner can be determined. After all, the main thing between countries is interests, and there are still few cases of emotion.
On the sixth day, Chen Xing was brought to the trial court, and the court assigned him a defense lawyer. Since Chen Xing surrendered, the process was not controversial. After the defense lawyer symbolically put forward a few points, the verdict was handed down - a fine of 500, deprivation of his black watch, and exile to the mainland.
Chen Xing still had more than 900 gold coins in his bank. After deducting the 500 fine, the rest was exchanged for physical gold coins.
On the way back to the detention center, Chen Xing met a bearded man. The body is stout and the eyes are like copper bells. As soon as the other party saw him, he showed his fierceness, as if he had some grudge against him. Chen Xing didn't remember knowing such a person. Anyway, he was about to be thrown into the Black Death Continent, so he didn't take it to heart.
A few days later, Chen Xing's injuries were almost healed, and he was taken aboard a helium aerostat and headed to the Black Death Continent.
Due to the advancement of materials, the practicality and stability of helium aerostats have risen to a new level. The accident rate is lower than that of ships, the speed can reach 200 kilometers per hour, it is very energy-saving, and it also has excellent aerial load capacity. Therefore, Has been widely used. It is safe and reliable for carrying people and goods. Faster airplanes have become the exclusive preserve of the great nobles, great forces, and giant businessmen.
There are not many jet fighters and they are on the verge of becoming obsolete. There are three main aspects. On the one hand, it is the development of science and technology. With the support of intelligent systems, the accuracy of portable tracking missiles has been greatly improved, and a single soldier can kill fighter jets. On the other hand, it is the issue of cost-effectiveness. Aircraft counterfeiting is expensive and sophisticated. It is fragile, and it is not easy to train pilots. It is better to train a few more elite warriors; thirdly, the Human Survival Committee stipulates that weapons of mass destruction cannot be used internally, which greatly reduces the role of aircraft.
Chen Xing was sitting in the cabin. This is a small aeroboat with a long interior, slightly wider than a train. There are folding tables and chairs on both sides. It is not very comfortable to sit with your back against the bulkhead.
The supply boxes were kept by the accompanying policemen and would not be returned to them until the parachute jump. Not long after boarding the aerostat, Chen Xing saw the bearded man he had met before who was hostile to him.
The big man was followed by two men with sharp eyes and capable movements. It was obvious at a glance that they were veterans who had experienced hundreds of battles. Judging from the exposed bronze-colored muscles, he was probably at the elite or high-elite level.
"Boy, I will twist off your head and use it as a stool to sit on!" As he walked past Chen Xing, the bearded man bared his teeth and said viciously.
Although the opponent's strength seemed good, Chen Xing was not too afraid. He was just a little uncomfortable being hated by someone for no reason. It didn't take long for him to use half a bottle of red wine to inquire about the other party's situation from the accompanying police officer.
The bearded man was called Jones King, and he was the former leader of the Black Eagle Mercenary Group. After hearing this, Chen Xing realized that the people he and Cassie had killed before were the Black Eagle Regiment. The other party is the group leader, so naturally he has a grudge against him.
In the fire in Crow City, Jones King lost his mercenary group and took the remnants to Dragon City. Because he was in a restless mood and drank too much all day long, he even started a fight while drunk. He and two subordinates accidentally killed four people and was sentenced to exile.
Fortunately, Chen Xing and Jones King are not in the same delivery group, and they deliver in different areas. Separated by hundreds of thousands of kilometers, there is no need to worry about an immediate conflict.
Chen Xing suddenly felt that the current situation was a bit like a game on earth before - chicken!
This is a PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds game. A large number of players will be airdropped to an island, pick up guns and kill each other to determine a winning team.
Chen Xing looked around. There were two young people in the same group. Their clothes and hairstyles had a strong punk style. They wore colorful combs, tattoos on their arms and faces, and wore nose rings and earrings. The two of them lowered their heads and whispered from time to time, looking at Chen Xing with evil intentions, as if they were looking at prey.
In the corner of the cabin, a man in black robes sat. Judging from the outline, she is a woman with a good figure. She lowered her head, hugged her legs, and hid her face in the hood, making her invisible.
I don't know why, but Chen Xing looks a little familiar. But women with good figures are all the same, with big breasts, thin waists and round hips, so it’s not surprising that they look familiar.
"Woman, do you want to have sex with grandpa?"
A man walked over with a dirty smile on his face. The woman ignored him and still lowered her head.
"Hmph!" The man was rejected and threatened with a fierce look, "We are in the same team. I will cut open your stomach when we get down later." He stretched out his finger and lightly scratched it under the woman's ribs. Then he licked his fingers, his movements indescribably disgusting.
The woman still didn't move, like a submissive lamb.
"Sit back!" Upon seeing this, the policeman stepped forward, drew his baton, and shouted.
The man shrugged and returned to his seat.
After this small episode, the cabin returned to silence. Everyone was sitting peacefully, with only a few people they knew from the beginning whispering to each other.
Every once in a while, the police will bring water and food. The water is just ordinary purified water, about 200 milliliters, plus a hamburger or a few cookies, as well as meat sauce noodles and curry rice. The food is not bad.
But this is also the last supper. When we reach the Black Death Continent, we will have to eat dirt if we can’t find food.
There were about twenty prisoners in the entire cabin, and the number of accompanying police officers was twice as many as the prisoners. Their expressions were relatively relaxed, probably because this was a high altitude and no one could escape.
The small round window on the bulkhead changes from white to black, and from black to white.
After a journey of more than 70 hours, the aerostat crossed the vast sea and flew more than 15,000 kilometers before finally entering a scorched earth.
The ground was as black as carbon, with no vegetation growing, as if it had just been burned by fire. In the distance are cracked mountains, crumbling city ruins, and rugged black wilderness.
The scars caused by the nuclear bombs still exist, and huge potholes can be seen every ten kilometers or so. It was a crater caused by a nuclear bomb, as deep as a canyon, silently recording a cruel history.
The Black Death Continent was originally called "Little Dongzhou" and was the birthplace of the Ying people. It was the hardest-hit area during the Great Cataclysm. The undercurrent of time and space hit the entrance to this world, and was finally blown up by a nuclear bomb.
Today, there are still countless world fragments and mutated creatures hidden in the Black Death Continent. Radiation pollution is everywhere, making it an extremely dangerous place.
The purpose of exile is not to kill criminals, but to allow criminals to control the number of mutated creatures. As long as you stay long enough and kill enough mutated creatures, you can return to society. However, there is only one such person in a million, and most of them will die in extremely harsh environments.
