Reborn Super Bank System

"Crack!"

The world is pale.

Kitty slowly opened her eyes, the memory rushed to her heart, suddenly, she sat up, looked around and saw that she was lying in the middle of a huge square, the sky was clouded and thunder was shining.

It looks like.

It will be a downpour later.

Look around.

Some of the people lying on the ground next to them knew, some did not.

far away.

The dim light was on, and you could vaguely see rows of houses around the square, and further away, the vertical walls of nearly ten stories made it even more strange.

"Where is this?"

Kitty murmured.

Wondering.

"Squeak!"

There was a noise behind him.

Turn your head.

An iron door was slowly opening, and three people walked in from the outside, all dressed in black, with a belt tied around their waist, and a consistent sound of footsteps. Kitty couldn't help being nervous when seeing these three people.

"prison."

Her first thought.

This shape.

Only prison.

Guard.

High wall.

And small houses, who are they, what are they doing, and where are they?I haven't heard of any prison in the world with a ten-story wall, and I can't find it in my memory.

"Tap!"

The three approached.

"who are you?"

Kitty asked.

No one answered her, each holding a plastic device, like grabbing, one by one at the unconscious person on the ground, arm, or neck, and then, after shaking like an electric shock.

The subordinates wake up one after another.

Roughly count.

There are nearly two hundred people.

"Who beat me with anesthesia?"

Some people thought it was a prank.

"Neck hurts, who attacked me?" A big African man touched his neck, was going to the toilet, put on his pants, and was knocked out. He was a loss of an adult. He thought it was a prank.

Punch hard.

Usually very low-key, with very few enemies.

"Mousse, aren't you in the South African training camp?"

"Kay, aren't you in Australia?"

"..."

quickly.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Under what circumstances, how the responsible persons around the world, and some action teams, were all gathered here, or this way, the last memory was all being attacked.

fist.

Anesthesia grab.

Prescribe medicine.

There are all kinds of methods, and they are all hit.

As for Kitty.

He didn't stand up. As a dark force, except for a few confidants, of course, the controller could not easily show the face to others. That would be too risky. At this moment, dozens of confidants are surrounded by Kitty.

Be silent.

At this time.

"Hello."

A loud voice sounded, even overwhelming the noise of more than a hundred people. In an instant, the scene fell silent, and they all looked at the three people not far away, obviously dressed differently from them.

"Congratulations, you are now our captives."

This word came out.

The audience was in an uproar.

captive?

Despite preparation, it is still difficult to accept.

"Who are you?"

"Asshole."

"You have the ability to speak with your fist."

"..."

If you lose, you don’t lose, you must be strong and prestigious. Many people lift up their sleeves. No matter where they are, they will vent their anger before talking. Even in prison, sometimes, they survive with their fists.

"it is good."

Said the middle man.

then.

As everyone was stunned, three figures rushed into the crowd.

"Snapped."

a slap.

One person in front was fanned to the ground.

"Boom!"

Fist.

The second person almost had a concussion.

Fight back.

Fight back.

They shouted and rushed to the three of them.

Punch.

"Crack."

People's hands are extremely fast, without being hard, they wiped their hands to the joints, closed their five fingers, like an eagle pecking, they felt a pain in the bone marrow coming into my mind, and my face was distorted with pain.

This.

Just the beginning.

"Ouch."

"Crack!"

"Hands are dislocated."

"my leg."

"Help."

"My ribs."

"..."

ten minutes later.

on the square.

No one was standing still who had the courage to punch.

A piece of sadness.

Nearly one hundred and twenty people lost the ability to fight, and at the same time they lost confidence. They found that the fighting skills they were proud of were as weak as vegetables, and were not the enemy of others.

speed.

endurance.

skill.

power.

Be crushed in all directions.

"Hiss~"

Kitty took a deep breath, and her calf trembled, one to forty. This battle damage, unless it is a hot weapon versus a cold weapon, is impossible under the same means, but the thing is happening right now.

Have to accept.

This picture.

It's too impactful.

"Don't worry, it's just a broken bone. I'll take it back to you later. From now on, please remember your identity as a prisoner, and be a qualified prisoner, a prisoner with self-knowledge."

These words.

Hearing everyone was ashamed.

Quality.

What is the quality of the captive?

Accept fate?

It should be, it is not wrong to lose to such strength.

"In the future, this will be your residence, a circle of houses with numbers on them. No one else is allowed to occupy them. As for how to find them, please check the number on the back of your hand."

One listen.

Everyone noticed that there was a string of cyan characters on the back of their hands, composed of letters and numbers, and there were more tattoos for no reason, but they didn't care. Some people present were all tattooed.

"The rules here are very simple---obedient, otherwise, you will be regarded as worthless, a worthless person, what the consequences are, you can make up for it yourself and ask seniors."

"Just now, it was the first time, and it was the only time that you shot at us without paying a price. In the future, attacking managers, whether you win or lose, will be unforgettable for your life."

One minute later.

"Ouch."

"Crack."

"pain."

"..."

In the horrible expressions of the crowd, the three of them boned them one by one in almost two seconds. They were familiar with the road. In other words, several big brothers, how many people have you discounted?

Suddenly.

All feel the creeps.

terrible.

too frightening.

What kind of people is this, and how much misfortune they are doing.It didn't take long for everyone to regain their ability to move. Although it was a bit painful, they knew that there was no serious problem.

Stand up.

Looking at the three with complicated eyes.

myth.

If this is said, no one will believe it.

"Three people stand in a row, standing back, one row for women, two rows for men." Since Kitty is a woman, naturally, there are many women in heavy punches, especially in the headquarters, where there are nearly sixty.

All are orphans.

No worries.

otherwise.

Who gave up his life to do this kind of work.

at this time.

No one dared to question anymore, standing obediently in three rows, Kitty stood in the middle of the line, not very eye-catching, then the three rows followed the three people out and went out to see other scenery.

A long road.

It is nearly one kilometer long.

On both sides.

It is the same design as before. The square in the middle and the surrounding rooms are supposed to be used for activities. At this moment, the other detention areas are not empty, but lights are on.

The gate fence.

Many people watched.

Dressed in blue..Prison uniform?

Like.

"A newcomer is here."

"many."

"I don't know which hapless organization it was that provoked these monsters and was taken in one go."

"Poor."

"..."

The superiority of being an'advanced' makes them forget that they are one of them.