There is no sense of time in the dim space.
Russell, who has an accurate biological clock, knew that it was still dark, and less than an hour had passed since he woke up.
But waiting for death in the dark is truly excruciating.
Even though he has been fighting for his ideals so far, he can't help but feel a little scared.
"Tell me, why haven't they come to deal with us yet?"
Russell suddenly spoke.
"Perhaps I forgot to play? At this early hour, those scum must still be sleeping or having fun."
"Are you scared?"
Romero did not turn his head to look at Russell, who was leaning shoulder to shoulder. He knew that the expressions of the two of them at this moment were probably not very good-looking.
Hungry, anesthetized, locked in darkness until now, and still enduring the torment of waiting for death...
Even a person made of iron may not be free and easy at this moment.
"Fortunately, there is still hope."
Russell did not answer directly, but gave an ambiguous sigh.
He didn't dare to say it clearly.
But Romero knew what he meant.
This is not to say that the two of them still have hope of living, but that there are still a few people in the small team fighting with them, so that they will not all fall into trouble here.
There is still hope for this cause in the future.
"Otherwise, think of a way to commit suicide."
Russell suddenly said.
Hearing this, Romero paused.
He wanted to argue, but his mind told him that this might be a good idea.
To avoid inhuman torture, more importantly, to avoid himself being tortured to the point where he could no longer hold on and accidentally reveal information about his still-living companions.
There was a long silence, and no one spoke again.
Suicide also requires courage.
Especially in such an empty cell, it is even more difficult to commit suicide neatly.
After a long time, Romero was about to say something, but suddenly he raised his head in surprise.
Russell was startled by the big movement of Romero who was leaning aside, and subconsciously turned to look at him.
"What's wrong?"
Russell frowned.
Romero did not answer, but signaled Russell to shut up, and began to close his eyes and listen carefully.
Seeing this, Russell also tacitly agreed not to say more.
After a moment, Romero opened his eyes, his expression filled with a trace of shock.
"What happened?"
Russell continued asking the same question.
He did not doubt that Romero was driven crazy by his current situation, because he knew that Romero had indeed always had unusual hearing.
"above……"
Before Romero could finish speaking, he suddenly stopped.
He dragged the body where the anesthetic effects had not dissipated, staggered and pushed Russell.
He was so big, even though his movements were not very convenient and powerful due to the influence of anesthesia, he still pushed Russell a few steps away.
Russell, who fell to the ground, heard a loud noise simultaneously before he could ask.
Along with the loud noise, the dungeon ceiling shattered in an instant.
Steel bars snapped and large chunks of cement slabs fell down.
The bright-colored terrifying giant stepped on the shattered dungeon ceiling.
Looking up through the broken dungeon ceiling through the faint starlight.
Russell could see that this was a super huge spider, probably more than ten meters high.
The surface of the body is shiny and reflective, like an exoskeleton made of black metal and then polished.
It was one of its spider legs that crushed the dungeon ceiling.
Russell swallowed, and for a moment he didn't dare to make any move at all.
Fortunately, the spider monster didn't pay attention to him under his feet.
Because he didn't pay attention to the kick, the fire of several RPGs hit its body accurately, and the fire of the automatic rifle was also flickering.
Although these bullets were useless against spider monsters, the RPG's fire still left several black marks.
The spider buzzed with an unknown organ, then raised its sunken spider legs and ran towards the direction where the RPG was shot.
Russell stared blankly at the departing spider monster, and before he had time to relax his shattered world view, he suddenly came back to his senses.
He shouted "Romero"'s name and headed towards the small piece of ruins that fell down.
Quickly stepping over pieces of gravel of different sizes, Russell quickly discovered Romero.
Fortunately, Romero was not buried in the rubble.
Otherwise, if the pile of reinforced concrete is smashed down and the big spider monster steps on it, it will definitely turn into a pile of meat.
However, a short broken steel bar pierced one of his arms.
Blood stained the sleeves and the ground red.
Romero himself fell into a coma.
Seeing this, Russell decisively tore off his shirt, wrapped his arm that was penetrated by steel bars, and performed some necessary emergency bleeding treatments.
But this is only a temporary solution.
Romero's current condition requires him to be sent to the hospital immediately.
Russell didn't care to think about the terrifying spider outside, and hurriedly stepped onto the reinforced concrete ruins, trying to see what was going on outside the dungeon.
The ceiling of the dungeon was trampled by the giant spider monster, and the height of the fallen reinforced concrete was just enough for him to step on it and reach the ceiling of the dungeon.
So he quickly grabbed the hole and stuck his head out with all his strength.
As soon as his head came out of the ground, he was shocked by the devastated sight.
The giant spider monster had obviously been rampaging in this evil manor before, and corpses crushed into pulp could be seen everywhere.
Fortunately, the big spider was far away.
He could hear the big spider still making loud noises in the forest not far away, and occasionally sporadic gunshots came from that direction.
As long as it's not on your face!
He quickly climbed out of the dungeon and rushed into the ruins of the manor to find the needed materials.
rope! Or various fiber cloths!
The height of the pile of rubble below was high enough for him to crawl out, but there was absolutely no way for Romero, who was still unconscious and had his arm pierced through, to come up.
He needed to secure Romero with the ropes and pull him up quickly without touching the wound on his arm.
Romero, who fainted under the dungeon, needed to hurry up and come out, not only to get to the hospital before he died of blood loss, but also to race against time in front of the big spider that might come back at any time.
That thing is horrible.
The evil forces that brought them down every minute were flattened by that thing every minute.
Although the situation was urgent, Russell was calm as never before.
The current situation may not be a dead end!
The big spider's kick was like a deus ex machina, directly breaking the original desperate situation.
As long as he finds the rope, he can hope to take Romero back alive.
Russell was thinking as he ran hard through the ruins of the manor, trying to find a rope or a rope substitute.
Suddenly, he stopped.
Looking at the curtains buried in the ruins of the manor, his eyes couldn't help but light up.
He immediately ran past the blurred corpses, picked up a bunch of curtains and ran towards the entrance of the dungeon, and began to weave a rope with a hammock with trembling hands.
This is an intense and long process.
Russell, who was racing against time, felt as if his heart was in his throat.
After going down and fixing Romero lying on the hammock, Russell climbed up and prepared to pull his partner out.
But the roar that was getting closer and closer made Russell swallow his saliva.
Russell knew it.
That was the sound of a huge spider marching on the ground. It chased into the forest and came back. Apparently it had taken care of those who resisted.
Russell paused, and when he pulled the rope upward, he couldn't help but tremble a little.
