Urban Soldier Young Master

Chapter 1083 - 1082: First Time Out of the Cage

"Number Ninety-Seven" was indeed very upset, his face contorted with rage, his inner voice roaring incessantly.Why did Chu Ge get to eat and drink well here, live in such a good cell, and even have a pretty woman to sleep with?

Even more, Chu Ge, just on his second day here, had the right to leave the cage and move around this area!

The thing he couldn't tolerate the most was why Chu Ge didn't need to be injected with the "Road to Hell"?

"Number Ninety-Seven" was unconvinced, deeply unconvinced.

He worked his fingers to the bone for Chu Chengrui, yet his worth in Chu Chengrui's eyes was clearly far less than this newcomer experiment subject.

To make this experiment subject understand the situation, he even had to perform like a clown, bending an iron rod with his bare hands, only to then be savagely beaten by Chu Chengrui with that very rod. At that time, the feeling was as if... Chu Chengrui was just hitting a piece of trash he could discard at any moment.

Why?

Why!

Why...

He... was not just a code number, not merely a war machine! He... was also a person!

Not just him; "Number One," "Number Two," "Number Three"... "Number Ninety-Nine," "Number One Hundred," they were all living people too!

Perhaps after being injected with all sorts of strengthening drugs again and again, they no longer counted as pure humans, but they were at least risking their lives for Chu Chengrui, right?

Yet how did Chu Chengrui treat them? Perhaps in Chu Chengrui's lexicon, they were all "its" instead?

"Number Ninety-Eight," "Number Ninety-Nine," "Number One Hundred" had been out of touch for some time, and he had once cautiously and tentatively brought up the matter. Yet Chu Chengrui's attitude was indifferent, as if it was merely losing a few insignificant items.

Long ago, "Number Ninety-Seven" had been proud of his code number. Later, he gradually became unsure, suspecting he was not as noble as those brought here through other means. Until one day, he was injected with the "Road to Hell," and his doubts grew stronger, giving him a vague new understanding of his identity.

This new understanding was: "They were also Chu Chengrui's experiment subjects, merely ones used to apply research results, nothing more."

If he previously had any doubt about this idea, with the arrival of Chu Ge, some things he had once firmly believed in finally completely collapsed. He had to accept a fact that, if it had been in the past, he would have scoffed at.

He was merely a weapon for Chu Chengrui, a weapon that, once broken, could be thrown away like garbage.

But even now that he finally realized this deeply, what could he do?

As long as the "Road to Hell" remained dormant in him like a demon, he could only fulfill the duty of a weapon, fighting for Chu Chengrui until his last drop of blood was shed.

Otherwise, once the "Road to Hell" went rampant, the inner "demon" would awaken, invoking a sensation that just thinking about it made his scalp tingle and every pore quiver. That feeling... truly was worse than death itself, akin to enduring unspeakable horrors on a genuine "Road to Hell."

That pain, coupled with Chu Chengrui's consistently ruthless style, was enough to grind away all his rough edges, leaving him not daring to harbor even a hint of hatred toward Chu Chengrui, instead burying this resentment deep within his heart.

At this moment, "Number Ninety-Seven," faced with Chu Ge, who was merely an experiment subject yet was so highly regarded by Chu Chengrui, really wanted to tear Chu Ge to pieces, to vent this overwhelming, erupting sea of hatred.

However, he knew very well he couldn't do that, because even if he just plucked a single hair from Chu Ge, his analgesic supply for the month would be halved. Previously, because of a small mistake, Chu Chengrui already halved his analgesic supply once. If it were halved again, leaving only a quarter of the dosage, then... he might as well just kill himself!

As for his real desire to tear Chu Ge into pieces, haha, he had no doubt. Don't be fooled by Liang Xue drawing a tube of blood from Chu Ge; if he were to make a cut on Chu Ge's face, then the one getting torn to pieces would definitely be him.

Looking at the ashen face of "Number 97," Chu Ge seemed to be frightened, dazed, and somewhat unable to recover, while actually muttering inwardly.

"Damn it, you look like you want to eat me alive, what's with the act? Did I molest the women in your family? You said to let me out, so hurry up and make way! Don't you know the saying that good dogs don't block the road?"

Chu Ge thought to himself, and finally "Number 97" stepped aside from the doorway. He squeezed Chu Shiyao's hand, communicating through consciousness to tell her to keep close to his footsteps and absolutely not to act rashly, as they finally stepped out of the damn cage for the first time.

Outside the cage, Liang Xue and another woman parted ways with Chu Ge, while "Number 96" and "Number 97" closely followed Chu Ge and Chu Shiyao, monitoring their every move with sharp, hawk-like eyes, clearly ready to act at any sign of disturbance.

After taking just a few steps, Chu Ge felt unfriendly gazes bearing down on him, like blood-stained spears coming from all directions, with their sharp points aimed directly at his heart.

Though Chu Shiyao did not possess Chu Ge's keen intuition, after two seconds, she too clearly realized this, or more accurately, heard a dense yet uniform "clack clack" of metal friction sounds, and saw little red dots spread over Chu Ge's body.

There were so many of those little red dots, they practically wove together into a red net over Chu Ge.

Unconsciously, Chu Shiyao's eye corners twitched violently, her mind conjuring up a scene often seen in movies. Slowly, or rather mechanically, she lowered her head, swallowed hard, and sure enough, she too was covered in these tiny specks of red light.

Chu Shiyao's eye corners twitched more intensely, cold sweat popped out instantly on her forehead, her body became extraordinarily stiff, and her legs rapidly lost the strength to hold her up, despite clearly hearing the direction the sound was coming from, she dared not turn her neck for a glance.

Because she had no doubt, as soon as she lifted her head and looked in the direction of the sound and the red dots, she would see gun muzzles emitting cold metallic glints.

The air suddenly felt sticky and thick, pressing heavily on Chu Shiyao, leaving her breathless, her heart heavy with dread.

At this moment, Chu Ge also slightly furrowed his brow, his eye corners twitching several times, first lowering his head to look at the scattered little red dots on his body, then gradually raising his head, mechanically turning his neck to survey the surroundings.

The area was vast, with just the visible part covering several thousand square meters. Various devices, each with unique designs, were placed orderly, sometimes emitting mechanical sounds under the operation of individuals in white lab coats, evidently researchers, akin to dangerous metal beasts glowing with menace.

Besides these devices, there were experiment stations of various sizes, some simple and some elaborate. A number were empty, while others had people or beasts fixed in place, motionless, with tubes inserted and magnetic tags affixed.

Of course, this area contained dozens of cages of various sizes for beasts and humans alike. Depending on the needs, the interior environment differed greatly. At a glance, Chu Ge noticed that among the cages holding humans, his and Chu Shiyao's cage had the best conditions, but... a cage remains a cage.

Looking further up, about four to five meters above Chu Ge's head, a cross-shaped walkway bridge was constructed from a transparent material, from which the metallic roof, cold and shining silver, could clearly be seen from below.

Five massive metal columns rose up, supporting five circular metal platforms set in the east, south, west, north, and center, linking the cross walkway above Chu Ge's head. The east, south, west, and north platforms were relatively small, around fifty square meters each, but the central platform was at least two hundred square meters.

The sound of guns being cocked came from overhead, each metal platform manned by black-clad men in combat gear, right arms steadily slanted downwards, holding assault rifles equipped with scopes, exuding an aura of extreme coldness and killing intent.

As far as Chu Ge could now see, there were no fewer than a hundred men on the metal platforms in the four directions. Yet Chu Ge's gaze did not linger much on these armed men but turned to the central metal platform of the cross bridge.

Even though there were only three people there, unarmed, the danger emanating from them far surpassed the hundred armed men in the corners multiple times over for Chu Ge.

These three men stood side by side at the edge of the metal platform, the ones on either side dressed in tight black outfits, with balanced and robust physiques, casually pointing and chatting with each other about Chu Ge.

In the center, the person wore a white sports vest, white sports pants, and white sneakers, hanging upside down by the heels from the evidently smooth edge of the metal platform, hands casually crossed behind the head, looking at Chu Ge with his head down.

This person, clearly at risk of potentially falling headfirst at any moment, swung gently in his inverted posture, much like leisurely swinging on a playground swing.