Cub, daddies want you to be good

Chapter 1

In the early summer of Nancheng, the rain always comes pouring down unexpectedly.The transparent raindrops danced on the side of the road pattering, as if driving away the crowded hot air invisible.

Fu Wan is dreaming again.

In the dark dream, he returned to the familiar dungeon and turned back to his eight-year-old appearance.

In front of him was a bottomless well, the water was ticking and gurgling.The wellhead was smooth and clammy to the touch, covered with moss.

Only a small desk lamp was lit in the dungeon, and the orange light could not reach the well, making the dark ancient well look like a beast's mouth that would devour someone.

Fu Wan pursed his thin lips, and stood quietly aside, holding a wooden barrel as high as his calf in his small hand.

"How much to drink, how much to use, beat yourself." A familiar old voice sounded beside him.

He didn't make a sound, but raised his head, and fixedly looked at the old man who was talking with his round eyes. His dark pupils showed the old man's shriveled and old face, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

It was just a harmless and soft child, but the old man subconsciously looked away and repeated what he said just now.

Fu Wan lowered his head, raised his hand and threw the small wooden barrel into the well, making a slight plop.

The child with slender arms and thin legs sat on the edge of the well, turned sideways, grasped the wall tightly with both hands, turned over and leaned against the inside of the well, and slid down as soon as he let go of his hands.

In the next second, the cold well water flooded his mouth and nose, bringing a suffocating discomfort.

Fu Wan quickly surfaced, opened his eyes, the wet fur on his head was still dripping, but turned his head quietly, looking for the wooden barrel at the bottom of the dark well.

He quickly found it on the other side, swam to catch it, opened the lid, filled it with water, closed it again, pulled the rope on the barrel, and carried the barrel on his back.

After finishing all this, he looked up at the dim light coming in from the mouth of the well, and without any further hesitation, after sticking it to the wall of the well, he began to climb up with hands and feet.

Compared with the first time, he kept struggling and fell back after climbing a few steps. Now he obviously knows how to climb to save trouble, or suffer less.

He knows exactly which place on the well wall is sunken, which place can be used as a point of strength, and which place will fall back into the well if stepped on.And this kind of proficiency is the experience gained at the price of countless times of almost drowning in the well.

It took the eight-year-old child eleven minutes to climb out of the mouth of the well, pour the water in the wooden bucket into the water tank, and when he turned his head to continue jumping into the well, Fu Wan suddenly woke up.

He struggled to take a breath, opened his eyes, moved his fingers, but found that his body could no longer move, and he was in a bad mood.

A heavily armed army was temporarily stationed in a narrow alley in the distance, and their guns were aimed at an old and elegant small building.

There was a long row of police cars parked at the intersection, which could not be seen at a glance.The nearby residents had already evacuated urgently, and there was no one in the entire community.

Not long after, there were faint gunshots.

After a while, a police team escorted a few people with familiar faces into the police car, followed by several stretchers, all of which were wounded.

Presumably the arrest operation is almost over.

This is the most livable quiet community in Nancheng. Who would have thought that the underground of this community is actually the stronghold of criminal gangs, a huge nightmare dungeon.

When Fu Wan escaped, he grabbed a loose sweater and put it on.

It was raining now, and he sat slumped on the step in the corner, the hood pulled over his head, down to his long eyelashes.

The overly long sleeves covered the bony hands, revealing only a little bloodless fingertips.

He tilted his head slightly, leaning against the wall, his eyes closed uncontrollably, exhausted to the limit.

When subduing the old man yesterday, he confronted six researchers by himself.

Finally, when he smashed the old man's head to the ground, a needle shot out of the wall pricked his back. Those people were already at the end of their strength, and they couldn't help him.

But the side effects of that injection were obviously very serious. He had been injected with an unknown number of drugs in the past few years, and his body's drug resistance had already reached its peak, and he still couldn't hold it.

The only refreshing thing was that he finally did what he had always wanted to do, kicked the old man into the well, watched him struggle in panic in the water, but was too scared to make a sound.

It would be a pity not to let the other party taste the feeling of jumping into the well to fetch water without tools, and may drown at any time.

Fu Wan felt that he had avenged himself, so he was not so unhappy.

Leaning against the wall and squinting for a while, the rain had stopped at some point.

Fu Wan pulled open his sleeve, exposing his left hand with well-defined phalanges, looking down at the sunlight falling on his palm.

Living in a dark and humid dungeon all year round, such a temperature is quite unfamiliar to him.

After a while, the radio in the community rang.

"Good afternoon, citizens. Now we will broadcast the results of today's arrest operation in the Hengwu Community in the eastern part of Nancheng:

The largest illegal research organization in China has been collectively arrested.

On June 6th, with the strong support of the Nancheng military and the K City ZF department, the military colonel Luo Yu led the special operations team of the Ministry of Public Security to arrest all members of the non-human training and research organization codenamed "Tool Man".

The organization has conducted overloaded inhuman training on many young children for a long time, with the purpose of cultivating an all-round tool man who is anti-humanitarian.At 2:23 p.m., five young children who suffered less serious injuries were sent to People’s Hospital, but the only one who suffered at least ten years of abuse is still missing...

According to Luo Yu, the senior colonel of the military department, the successful completion of the operation was due to the fact that the young man took the risk to provide the police with multiple internal information, and the internal and external cooperation...

At present, the police have implemented comprehensive safety precautions in the Hengwu community, and at the same time are trying their best to find the boy. Citizens please remain calm..."

"The inside should be in harmony with the outside." Fu Wan whispered the word once, his eyes as calm as lake water lit up a little, and he remembered the box that appeared in the well half a year ago.

The dungeon was airtight, and there was no medium to communicate with the outside world, but the well was opened from the outside at some point.

In the middle of the night of New Year's Eve, Fu Wan jumped into the well to fetch water, and a small sealed box suddenly floated up from the well, which contained a note, a gun and a hot cake.

"There's a button under the box that doubles the weight and sinks. Use it to hide your gun. Happy New Year's Eve."

The first cake in my life, even though Fu Wan didn't like it, I still ate it bite by bite.

Afterwards, every three days, a new box would appear at the bottom of the well, basically containing props for self-defense, and sometimes food and daily necessities.

Maybe it was a Jingdong cat, and he would know that he was locked there.Fu Wan thought.

But in the end he only wounded the old man with that gun, and did not move the others, and did not bring the boxes out, but left them in the dungeon.

If that person also participated in the arrest operation, it should be paid back.It's not his stuff after all.

Fu Wan had never communicated with anyone normally, and no one in the dungeon talked to him, so that was the only way he could think of to deal with it.

Like now, he couldn't move, and he didn't even think about asking for help.

After such a meditation, the sky suddenly changed again.

The sound of thunder rang out, and the heavy rain fell, and the sound of fine rain filled my ears.

Fu Wan couldn't move his body for the time being, and sat under the eaves wearing a hood. His feet were covered with bleeding wounds, and some places were stuck with shards of glass.

He smashed all the glass doors closed to children in the laboratory, and there were glass residues everywhere, which inevitably caused injuries.

The cold rainwater hit the feet, washing away the blood stains stuck to them, leaving only the shining glass.

Fu Wan glanced at the light blue blood vessels emerging on the instep, and looked back indifferently, looking down at the rainwater falling on his knees, but suddenly an umbrella covered his head, and a pair of black military boots also appeared in front of his eyes.

Fu Wan's gaze was still fixed on the splash of water caused by the stepping on of military boots, but in the next second, a strong arm circled his back, encircled him, lifted him up easily, and clamped He was held in the crook of his arms like a chick.

Fu Wan frowned, and his first reaction was to punch the opponent's abdomen with a backhand, but because of the remaining medicinal properties on his body, the speed of punching was two seconds slower than usual.

According to this situation, the other party would definitely dodge, but the fist with protruding joints hit the hard abdomen of the visitor without hindrance, and one could even feel the solid outline of his lower abdominal muscles.

Fu Wan could knock a 1.9-meter strong man to the ground with a single punch, but at this moment the body of the beaten man remained motionless, without making a sound, and the hands surrounding him were still steady.

Unable to resist, Fu Wan frowned, and raised his head fiercely to look at the person coming.

It was a man dressed in a military uniform. He was tall, but there were several holes pierced by bullets on the tall and straight black military uniform. Sharp blade, sharp and compelling.

"Let go." Fu Wan recognized that the opponent was a high-ranking soldier, and let go of his clenched fist again.

Hearing the sound, the man lowered his head, looked carefully at the boy who was half-supporting him with one hand, and said in a low voice:

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend, I thought you passed out."

As he spoke, the man held the bowl with one hand, placed him on the steps inside, and then withdrew his hand.

He can easily support a 16-year-old boy with one hand. Although Fu Wan is malnourished due to past torture, his height is 172. This man's physical fitness is definitely top-notch.

Fu Wan put away his ferocious expression, looked at the man squatting in front of him with one knee expressionlessly, thought for a while, and said a little jerky: "...Thank you."

This is the first time Fu Wan talks to people outside, and he is still not used to it, but he will be exposed to the rain outside, and it will be much better if he moves in, so I should thank him.

In such a big life, no one has ever been kind to him, which is really a bit novel.

The man's long and narrow eyes stared at him well, his lips curled up suddenly, and he raised a wicked smile.

Fu Wan was stunned, a little confused.

The other party has a sharp appearance, and looks extremely majestic when he doesn't smile, but unexpectedly when he smiles, he is full of ruffian, as if two people.

Despite being puzzled, Fu Wan only stayed for two seconds before returning to his senses, his face was still numb, and he didn't speak.

The man looked at him, smiled, and said, "My name is Luo Yu, the domain of the field. You look tired, stay here, and fall asleep later, the old man in the community may send you to the police when he comes back. bureau."

Fu Wan frowned upon hearing the sound, and said vigilantly, "You said it on the radio..."

"Hush." ​​Luo Yu flipped his wrist, and his fingertips suddenly pulled out a document like magic.

He suppressed his smile and said seriously:

"They will be back in 10 minutes, would you like to change a place to rest with me first?"

After the operation in the afternoon, he has been looking for someone. Luo Yu actually stood at the intersection and looked at Fu Wan for a long time.

The boy seemed to be a very calm and intelligent person, with good skills, otherwise he would not have been able to escape from that terrible place, and he had done the police a great favor.

Now it seems that he is still very good at enduring hardships, and he will act as if he is injured, but in Luo Yu's eyes, he is still just a child sitting alone under the eaves and drenched in the rain.

"I've been looking for you for a long time, the weather is so bad, it's time to go home, kid."