Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 999 What the hell is this place?

"Boss!"

In a local casino.

A middle-aged man in a flowered shirt with his collar open, revealing his chest hair, was playing Pai Gow.

At this moment, a younger brother hurriedly crawled in from outside. Just as he was about to bend over to report something, he was pushed away by him.

"Can't you see I'm busy? Wait until I finish this game!"

"Open the cards, open the cards, Shuangtian Supreme!"

"Come on, come on, give me money!"

While collecting the money, the man in the flowered shirt turned around with a smile and asked the younger brother: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

The younger brother immediately leaned over and whispered, "Boss, there are two suspicious guys who are asking around about missing persons and missing children."

"Ok?"

The man in the flowered shirt turned around, a hint of amusement on his face. "Is he from the police, or some non-governmental organization?"

The younger brother shook his head. "It's probably not from the police. Maybe a private investigator or a reporter?"

The man in the flowered shirt stood up, twisted his neck, and stretched his butt. "Then there's nothing to worry about. Find a few people to take care of them. I don't like people coming to my territory and disturbing my business."

"Yes, Boss. I'll arrange it right away."

Just as the younger brother was about to leave, he was stopped by the man in the flowered shirt.

He waved, and when his younger brother turned around, he put his arm around his shoulder and said, "The celebration will be in two days. There will be a lot of people everywhere, adults and children, men and women, young and old, and even foreign tourists."

"Let those guys be more cautious during this period. Then we can take advantage of the chaos to do something big, and all the brothers will be able to enjoy a good life."

The younger brother quickly smiled and nodded: "Boss, don't worry, I've already told you. For the next two days, the brothers will not smoke or touch women, just wait for the windfall in a few days."

"Go ahead." The man in the flowered shirt waved his hand. "Hack those two troublemakers to death and throw them into the Ganges to feed the fish."

"Yes."

......

After the younger brother left, the man in the flowered shirt lost interest in playing cards. He staggered out with a cigarette in his mouth.

This is not just a casino, but a comprehensive entertainment venue with a red light house downstairs.

In the local area, daughters from poor families were either selected and sent to temples at a very young age to become maids of God, also known as divine prostitutes.

Either they are still underage, or they are sold to these red-light districts by their parents and directly engaged in this kind of work.

They have no dignity, no freedom, earn the lowest income, and will never be able to break free from the shackles of fate.

The man in the flowered shirt left the casino and walked towards a building at the back. He soon arrived at the door of a bungalow, which was guarded by several strong men.

"Open the door."

"Yes, boss."

The door was pushed open, revealing pairs of desperate and terrified eyes.

These are children who were abducted here in various ways.

The man in the flowered shirt took a quick look and pointed randomly at the crowd: "This one, this one, and those few who look a little worse. Blind their eyes, cut out their tongues, break their legs, and let them go out to beg for food."

"Provide the rest with food and drink. Find time to give them a bath. We have to deliver the goods in two days. Even if one of them starves to death, it will be money. Do you understand?"

"Got it, Boss."

The man in the flowered shirt walked away with a cigarette in his mouth, expressionless.

Not long after walking, I heard the miserable and painful cries of a child behind me.

His business scope is quite broad, and he does whatever makes money.

It was precisely by using unscrupulous means that he was able to get to where he is today and accumulate wealth and status.

The screams of these children sounded to him no different from the sound of money falling to the ground.

Even though they are just artificially created beggars, if you really meet those kind-hearted foreigners, they will give them a lot of US dollars.

However, compared to these small amounts of money, Hua Shirt cared more about the big deal two days later. The buyer was very special and generous, and he never showed up.

But he sent people to secretly investigate and found out that they were a group of lamas who had fled from the western part of Yan State and were entrenched in the northern area here.

The man in the flowered shirt threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out with his foot, and said jokingly, "You still have to beggar people's hearts to make money quickly!"

......

At the same time, Li Jiasheng and Long Tianye disguised themselves, and their skin color and clothing became similar to those of the locals.

Following Qin Feng's orders, they infiltrated the streets of the city to inquire about the people who were missing in the slum fire and those who disappeared inexplicably in the city.

You don't know until you ask, and when you do, you're shocked.

During this time, they checked official data and learned that approximately 18 million people go missing in Peacock every year.

In addition, 480,000 baby girls go missing at birth.

The age group of four to twelve years old is the most prone to disappearance.

After a full day of continuous investigation, Long Tianye felt like his worldview was about to be shattered: "What the hell is this place? So many people get lost every year, and no one asks, no one cares?"

Li Jiasheng drank a sip of mineral water and sighed helplessly: "Before I joined the army, when I was young and ignorant, I traveled abroad with my parents and thought everything was great."

"But after truly understanding the chaos and rampant demons outside, I realized how lucky I was to be born in Yan Country."

"If Journey to the West were a story set at this time, even Monk Sha would have to take a beating."

Long Tianye: “…”

This is not Monk Sha at all. Even the White Dragon Horse will probably not be able to escape.

He asked, "So, where did all these missing people go? They couldn't just disappear into thin air, right? Also, was Brother Feng carrying out some secret mission? Why did he ask us to investigate this?"

Li Jiasheng shook his head: "I don't know the details, just treat it as a side quest. Let's go and take a look at the front. We'll be done in an hour..."

At this moment, four or five figures holding sticks appeared under the street light ahead, walking towards the two men aggressively.

Long Tianye pulled Li Jiasheng and said worriedly, "Hey, hey, hey, something's wrong. It seems like they're coming for us."

Li Jiasheng frowned: "We can't stay here for long, retreat!"

As soon as the two turned around, they found three guys with machetes coming up from behind.

The two looked at each other and ran away without any hesitation.

Seeing that the two of them actually ran away separately, the thugs were stunned at first, and then immediately chased after them.

"Don't run, stop!"

Li Jiasheng rushed into an alley, but because he was unfamiliar with the place, he soon reached a dead end.

Four thugs armed with machetes and steel pipes surrounded them with murderous eyes, and the leader asked with a stern look.

"Boy, where are you from? What are you asking about? Are you looking for death?"

"Don't come over here, don't come over here?"

Li Jiasheng retreated in fear, and the four thugs rushed forward with weapons in hand.

The guy who spoke earlier rushed to the front and was about to drop the machete in his hand.

His chest suddenly felt like it was hit head-on by a truck. His ribs were broken and he flew backwards like a cannonball, knocking over an accomplice.

"Iron Mountain Damn!"

Li Jiasheng's eyes were fierce, he was as still as a mountain, and he growled in his heart!