In the middle of an endless sea, in the thick fog, an island was quietly hidden.
Whether it was day or night on the island, it was full of a gloomy and horrible atmosphere.
Two months had passed since the training began.
After half a month, there was gradually less killing and everyone was living on the island in silence. People here gradually become numb and become indifferent to everything around them. They wouldn't even think about what to do. They were looking at this heavy fog, without any expression in their eyes.
It was more horrible and cruel to grind people's will than to grind people's bodies. The time could only be inferred according to the sunrise and sunset. Some people were still waiting for the day when the training would end.
Helen saw with her own eyes that a man tied two huge rocks to his ankles in the middle of the night and jumped into the deep sea.
The dark and lonely night sky would make people think of committing suicide, not to mention this island with no humanity.
In this place, most people, except for talking to themselves, had not said a word to anyone.
After living on an island for two months, Henry's face was covered with stubble. He rubbed his long sticky hair and sat on a reef, letting the seawater splash him. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It seems that it's time for the third round. If you can withstand the three rounds of mental suppression, you rookies will be considered having graduated."
A bright moon rose from the sea.
In the early morning, more than a dozen helicopters hovered over the island. Everyone on the island heard the sound of the helicopters.
Compared with the first appearance of the helicopter, the trainees on the island were very indifferent.
After a few deliveries, everyone knew that among these boxes inside the most were the butcher's knife and the seasonings. As for the real food and fresh water, there was not much at all.
The people who could still live until now had their own way to get food.
Water? Urine and dew. The people who had lived on the island for two months were used to them, men and women alike.
Whoever wanted to live on this island had to abandon his so-called dignity.
The appearance of more than a dozen helicopters did not cause so much chaos. Powerful people, like Flynn, stared in the direction of a helicopter. There must be one for him.
However, unlike the previous times, the helicopters were not scattered around the island but gathered together. Then, everyone saw a slippery rope being thrown down from the cabin. Then, figures fell along the rope one after another. Each of these figures had a transparent backpack on their back. People on the island could clearly see that the transparent backpacks were filled with fresh water and food! There was some roast chicken! Lamb also!
The crowd, who had long been numb on the island, saw these things in their pupils, and almost simultaneously glowed with a new lustre.
It was as if the person who had been in despair for a long time had suddenly seen the light.
There were at least a few hundred people coming down from the helicopters. When they all landed and gathered together, these helicopters scattered again. When more than a dozen helicopters were scattered all over the island, the loudspeakers inside the helicopters sounded at the same time, and the sound was so loud that everyone on the island could hearthem clearly.
"The exchange of supplies is opened. All those who need supplies can gather in the centre of the island, complete the corresponding task, and then they can exchange for what they want. In the process of exchanging, attacking the dealer is prohibited."
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