Chapter 20: Strongest ?
"Where... am I?" Neo's voice came out weak. He tried lifting his head, but everything blurred.
His skull throbbed. The last thing he remembered was the rifle's butt slamming into him.
Now, his scalp felt crusty with dried blood, and a dull ache pounded behind his eyes.
He blinked, his vision slowly clearing.
A small, cement-walled room surrounded him. The air was cold, biting through his skin and making him shiver.
He tried to sit up, but something held him down. Thick chains strapped across his torso, locking him in place.
"Fuck this thing!" He tugged at it, but it didn't budge.
Suddenly, the door swung open. A group of people stepped inside—several in dark tactical gear, their vests loaded with ammo and knives.
Black masks covered their faces, leaving only their cold, watchful eyes visible. Their boots thudded against the cement floor with each step.
Among them were two others dressed in white, their uniforms crisp and sterile, looking more like medical staff than soldiers.
He barely had time to process their presence before the mercenaries stepped forward, their grins creeping across their faces, like they were looking at a dead man.