Chapter 2: Youth Anti-Terror Special Training Camp

  The streets were desolate and cold, with only a few people huddled together on the side of the road. The buildings around us were surprisingly all in European and American styles, completely devoid of the beauty I had imagined, but instead were dilapidated and worn out, with remnants of war still visible everywhere.

  This is a new map...

  "Achoo."

  Xu Ming let out a satisfying sneeze and rubbed his still-itchy nose. Cold, he actually felt cold. He looked down to see that except for wearing a pair of large underwear, he had nothing on.

  Isn't this what I wore when playing games? What kind of crappy game is this, can't even give a piece of clothing? Forget it, I'm not playing anymore.

  Get out! Get out! Get out!

  He had issued three consecutive commands without any response. Xu Ming suddenly realized that something was seriously wrong, and wondered if he had encountered the legendary "lag".

  What the...?! Others who travel through time and space are either going to a peaceful and prosperous era to enjoy life, or they become rich second-generation, official second-generation, or have some kind of awesome superpower, golden finger. What about me? I only got a pair of pants?! Looking at this weather, it's already deep autumn, just giving me a pair of pants is too inhumane...

  This is not the most important thing, what's important is where it is? The United States? Great Britain? Or Iraq?

  Looking at the dilapidated appearance of the building in front of me, I guess it should be Iraq. However, the appearance and dress of the people around seem not to be Arabs, but rather like residents of Great Britain.

  But whether it's Iraq or Great Britain, can't you speak a little English? Oh God! Give me some English skills, it's more convenient to communicate.

  Another gust of cold wind blew, and Xu Ming let out another sneeze. He quickly hid in the corner of the street. In late autumn Europe, the daytime wasn't very cold, but at night it was unbearable.

  But I heard that welfare in Europe is very good, often giving out milk, bread and clothes to vagrants, it seems like I should find a relief station first.

  Just as Xu Ming was thinking about it, a loud noise suddenly came from the street.

  Xu Ming subconsciously stuck his head out to take a look, and saw a team of people wearing bulletproof helmets, holding shields, and wearing black bulletproof vests appearing on the street. The crowds on both sides of the street bowed their heads and hid, not daring to move.

  Due to the angle being just right, Xu Ming was able to clearly see the "police" on the bulletproof vest. Having played CF for a long time, this police officer's English vocabulary was still recognizable.

  I'm afraid they are here to check ID cards, and I just happen to have nothing on me, nor am I a terrorist. Given the friendly relations between our two countries, it's not bad to be deported back home.

  Thinking of this, Xu Ming hastily jumped out and rushed towards the police, waving his hands and shouting: "Help! Help!"

  He shouted twice and suddenly felt something was wrong, because the people huddled in the corners of the street actually looked up at him, with a look of looking at an idiot.

  Is it because of my own incorrect pronunciation?

  Fortunately, however, the police had already been attracted over and more than a dozen of them surrounded Xuming in a circle, each one sizing him up with great interest.

  Xu Ming couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, after all, wearing only one pant leg and being stared at by a group of rough men was quite an unusual and awkward feeling.

  The leading policeman suddenly spoke, surprisingly in fluent Chinese, "I didn't expect that, looking like a noble race of the Huaxia Empire, actually speaking this native language. I haven't heard this native language for so long, I almost forgot."

  Shrimp rice? Noble race? English is actually an indigenous language?

  Xu Ming's brain suddenly short-circuited and he was momentarily unable to react.

  However, a policeman next to him asked in a calm voice: "Your name, age?"

  Xu Ming's English is really poor, but this sentence can still be understood. However, he won't speak in English and can only respond in Chinese: "Xu Ming, 19 years old."

  "Huh?!" Not only the lead brown-haired, blue-eyed police officer, but also the dozen or so police officers beside him were all filled with astonished expressions. "It's actually pure Hua Xia language. But..."

  The leading policeman looked up and down at Xu Ming again, his eyes filled with doubt.

  A policeman next to him leaned in close to the leader's ear and said in a low voice, "Boss, could it be that fugitive from over there?"

  Although the voice was small, how could it escape Xu Ming's ears?

  Innumerable grass mud horses are galloping in my heart, damn it, you're the fugitive on the wanted list, I'm a good citizen! A big good citizen!

  But Xu Ming didn't dare to argue loudly, on someone else's turf, he could only protest in a low voice: "I'm not a wanted criminal..."

  Unexpectedly, the leading policeman sneered and said loudly: "As for whether you are a wanted criminal or not, we'll know when we sit down over there. Gentlemen, take him away."

  Before Xu Ming could protest, two tall policemen, both around 1.8 meters in height, came over and took him away without saying a word.

  Xu Ming calmed down at this time, thinking that since he had an ID card that could be checked, even if he had traveled through time and space, without an online identity verification system, at the very least, out of consideration for international law, they would send him back to his own country. As long as he returned to his own country, he still had a chance to go back.

  Across the street, there was an olive green armored transport vehicle. The armored transport vehicle was full of camouflage decorations and looked a bit like a wild land combat vehicle. It can't be seen that European police equipment is very complete, even urban police use military armored transport vehicles.

  Xu Ming was roughly pushed into the car, where two policemen were already waiting with handcuffs to lock him up. They sat on either side of Xu Ming and then leisurely lit a cigarette each.

  Others also crowded into the freight car, then pulled up the curtains inside the windows of the car. The carriage, which was not very bright to begin with, immediately became dark.

  The police didn't ask Xu Ming a single question on the way, and they hardly communicated with each other. They just shook in silence for over 40 minutes before the armed escort vehicle finally stopped.

  Xu Ming couldn't help but feel a strong sense of emotion, it seems that the highways in developed countries are just like this, and he, who never gets carsick, was shaken to the point where he felt like vomiting.

  He was brutally pushed off the bus, and Xu Ming couldn't help but be stunned.

  Are police stations in developed countries all located in suburbs?

  As far as the eye can see, the surroundings are surprisingly desolate, and only the outline of the city can be seen in the distance. Here, except for a five-meter-high wall surrounding an unknown building of unknown size, it is desolate.

  Wait!! This place is like a prison? Or should I say it's more like a concentration camp.

  Before Xu Ming could react, two tall policemen pushed him into the iron gate. Two fully armed soldiers in combat uniforms immediately came out of the iron gate, pinned down Xu Ming and stuffed a rag into his mouth with their hands.

  What the hell is going on?!

  These goods won't be terrorists disguising themselves as police officers, will they?

  Isn't there still the right to protest and appeal in developed countries? I protest! I will appeal!

  Xu Ming's heart was screaming non-stop, and he couldn't help but have a cow-full face.

  At this time, a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and a fierce expression appeared in front of Xu Ming. He was dressed in olive green military uniform with a star-studded rank badge that shone brightly.

  The leading policeman stuck his head out of the iron gate, smiled at the middle-aged man and said, "Colonel, I've brought you another one. Are you satisfied?"

  The middle-aged man glanced at Xu Ming, nodded and said expressionlessly: "It's okay, but Mr., please carefully check the identity of the person you sent over. Last time, you actually caught a private son of a member of parliament, which caused me a lot of trouble. If it weren't for the superior officials covering for me, I'm afraid it wouldn't have ended well."

  "Don't worry, don't worry." The leading policeman smiled all over his face and said: "Commander, there will absolutely be no next time, it's definitely not going to happen again."

  A middle-aged man snorted, his thick muscles slightly trembling as he pointed at Xu Ming and said: "How come I think he looks so much like a person from the Hua Xia Empire? Is he a mixed-blood? Even if he is a mixed-blood, one of his parents must be a person from the Hua Xia Empire. If we let his parents find him, we can't afford to take on that responsibility. Do you understand, sir?"

  "I understand. I understand." The police officer nodded and said: "Colonel, we have investigated this person, he is a wanted criminal of the Huaxia Empire, and he is also on death row."

  "That's good." The middle-aged man nodded and waved his hand at the leading police officer, saying impatiently: "You go first, there will be a soldier to help you take note of it."

  The leading policeman nodded happily, his head shrunk, and the iron gate closed heavily.

  A middle-aged man walked up to Xu Ming and smiled: "Mr. Death Row, welcome to the Great Britain Youth Anti-Terrorism Special Training Camp."

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