My own war game

Chapter 427 Escape
At dinner time, the KKK members who stayed in the cave were very satisfied with today's dishes.

"What is this? It tastes so good!" Someone picked up a spoon and swallowed it in big gulps.

"Yes, it has a smooth texture and is extremely delicious. The bright color is really tempting." The accomplice at the side was still commenting on it seriously.

"It's just that they didn't make enough. It's not enough." This is what people with big appetites say regretfully.

The chef in the pointed hat put the last bit of food in the bucket into the guy's plate and apologized, "It can't be helped. It hasn't rained here recently, so the production of this kind of food is not high. If we want to ensure that everyone can eat it, the amount may be relatively small, but it should be enough."

"Ah~" The person on the other side swallowed the food on the spoon in one gulp, and then asked curiously, "By the way, what is this? I don't think I've ever eaten it before."

"Parasol, a Los Angeles specialty, fresh, crispy, rich in broth, and even has..."

"And the effect of truth serum."

At this moment, the scenery in the diners' eyes began to become colorful, the table in front of them began to become distorted, and their tongues began to become tied.

"Okay, there are only a few minutes left, let's hurry up." The chef holding the iron bucket took off his hat, lowered his head and lowered his voice.
"Can you tell me something different? For example, what is the combination of the safe at the back..."

The guy's eyes became dull and he muttered unclear numbers involuntarily.

Half an hour later, no KKK member could stand up in the cave. Monroe and Garland walked through the cave, and the American actress subconsciously stood on tiptoe - it was too dirty in there.

The vomit of the poisoned people was sprayed everywhere, and the air was filled with an unbearable sour and rotten smell.

"He, are they all dead?" Monroe asked with some fear.

"Probably not. This mushroom mainly attacks the nervous system. The symptoms are hallucinations and subconscious answering of other people's questions. The average intake for a single person will probably result in a coma for more than ten hours. Oh, those greedy guys may sleep longer." He Chi shrugged his shoulders and stepped over a guy lying on the ground and walked inside.

Turning a corner, several people could see the door of the temporary cell, and Garland could already see the pretty figure inside.

"Ms. Audrey, are you okay? I came from Europe and rushed here directly after hearing the news about you." The mustached German's tone couldn't help but carry a hint of eagerness in love.

"Thank you, Mr. Garland. I'm really surprised that you can come. You must have experienced a lot of dangers along the way." Hepburn covered her delicate mouth with her hands, being polite despite her surprise.

"Fortunately, I'm lucky. I guess I can still continue telling you stories in the future." Garland said with a smile, then took a step forward.

"I'm looking forward to it." Hepburn also smiled in response, and took a half step towards He Chi without leaving a trace.

As they moved forward and backward, an inexplicable atmosphere flowed among the people.

Not only Garland, but even Monroe in the distance looked unhappy.

The scene was a bit awkward for a while.

"Plop!" A sound from the cell broke the silence, and the crash of Miss Felton falling over helped everyone out.

"Wuwuwu~~~ What's wrong with being tall? Why did you eliminate me just because I'm tall? It was obviously because that bitch slept with the screenwriter. I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Damn Hollywood! Damn capital! Damn America!"

Felton was in a very bad state, staggering like a drunk, and complaining loudly. "Well, she said the dinner smelled delicious and insisted on having a taste, and I didn't stop her..." Hepburn explained nervously, then she let the tall girl lean on her and called softly, "Barbara, Barbara, wake up, someone is here to save us, you've been here for three weeks, don't you always want to go home?"

"What? You asked about my measurements. I'll tell you in secret, there's only a little bit there. I usually have to add some padding..."

Hepburn covered her companion's mouth in panic and turned to look at He Chi beside her.

"It's a neurotoxin. If the dose is too high, you will fall into a coma. If you only take a little bit, you will be like this. It will get better after a while." The Oriental man explained helplessly.

Then He Chi told Hepburn, "You and Mr. Garland go out first. I will search this place."

Hepburn shook her head, and Monroe beside her actually wanted to stay.

"Okay, I'll go in first then. If anything unexpected happens, Mr. Garland will take the ladies away immediately."

He Chi picked up a flashlight and led the way at the front of the team. There were occasional forks in the road, but the Orientals walked inward without much thought.

"What is this place for?" Garland saw a faint glow and leaned over to check.

"Don't move!" The Oriental man pulled the mustache away, and then a crossbow arrow shot at the stone slab with a "ding" sound.

"These guys are not that stupid when it comes to traps camouflaged with light. Be careful." He Chi warned the people behind him.

"Thank you, but I won't give up." Garland whispered to He Chi.

"What do you mean?" The Oriental man pretended not to understand.

"Don't avoid the subject. Miss Hepburn just told me that you are the driver of the White Knight! But I won't always lose to you!" Garland stared at the Oriental man with the same eyes he would look at an opponent.

"I don't want to discourage you, but you really have no hope in this matter." Seeing that the other party didn't want to give up, He Chi simply spoke directly.

"Giving up is not in my dictionary. This is true on the battlefield and elsewhere." The expression on the German's face was extremely serious at this moment.

"It's up to you. If you get dumped, I can have a drink with you then." As He Chi spoke, he moved a switch and pushed open a secret door.

"You seem to be very familiar with this place." Garland, who had escaped death, whispered.

"I've become familiar with them these past few days. Some of them even told me their private lives, such as how many times they can have sex a night." He Chi said rudely in the front.

"Just like how you lied to me back then?" The man with a mustache had a hint of resentment in his voice.

"That's different. It cost me a lot of money to cheat you back then. A total of 3000 pounds. The Sixth Department even didn't reimburse me for the balance in the end." The Oriental man explained seriously.

"You guy." Some of the cold jokes made Garland unable to keep a straight face anymore. Thinking back to the past, the old-fashioned German actually felt a sense of mutual sympathy in his heart.

Before he could say anything else, a small hidden room appeared in front of everyone.

(End of this chapter)