The wind is bright and the sun is bright. The early people start to enjoy the warm morning sunshine and milk bread.

“Woooooo……”

The whistling of the police sirens sounded on the street, and dozens of black police cars rushed past the street, and people were curiously poking their heads out of the window. They were curious about what happened and whether there was another bandit, which made the police mobilize so much.

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Outside the Colosseum disguised as a warehouse, Superintendent Cole received a call and hurried over with the police. Looking at the quiet warehouse and the frozen blood flowing out of the warehouse door, everyone's hearts were raised to their throats.

The person who called the police said that many people died here, and it seems that there are more people in a warehouse now than they imagined, otherwise the blood from the warehouse gate would not have been so rich.

"vomit!"

When the warehouse door was opened, everyone was shocked. Police officers covered their mouths and did not dare to take a look. They ran out in panic and vomited wildly.

"What the hell is going on here...?"

Superintendent Cole trembled, suppressed the twitching and nausea in his stomach, and widened his eyes. He was a person who had been on the battlefield and had long seen the piles of dead bodies. He thought that he would not be shocked no matter how tragic the crime scene was, but when he saw the scene in the warehouse, he was still shocked, shocking his hands and feet. If there was really hell on earth, he believed that what he saw now was.

Blood accumulates into ponds, meat turns into oars, walls, stools, and iron pipes are attached with a thick layer of minced meat. Such a tragic scene is absolutely not visible even on the battlefield. The pieces of clothes, hair and bones inside all indicate that these minced meat were still alive half a day ago.

No one knows how many people died inside, but it is definitely not something that hundreds of people can tell. Because the thick flesh and blood plasma inside can even overwhelm people's calves.

“It can’t be done by humans at all…”

Sheriff Willen Ap murmured that he and Cole were friends on the battlefield, and he did not believe that anyone would do this. This was simply an inhumane act.

"Maybe it was made by that monster, that monster..." Kerr said, and Willen Ap reminded him. "This should be an underground Colosseum. The tragedy in the seaside town, the tragedy in the slave market, and here, probably all caused by the monster that escaped from the military. Apart from that monster, I really can't think of anyone else who can do this and will do this."

Willen Ap said: "Then report it to the military and let the military deal with it. We can't fight against that monster at all. You know, even the military was killed or injured in the hands of that monster. We only had light weapons and could not capture or kill that monster. No one wanted to die, let alone die so miserably."

"Protect the scene, search around, see if there are any clues. Notify the military! This is indeed not something we can deal with." Hearing this, Kerr was silent for a moment before ordering.

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On the unknown dock by the sea, watching large ships dock, almost every ship would have a large number of Chinese people with a face and a baby face and a baby face and a baby face and a baby face and a baby face and a baby face, Wang Han clenched his fists, but just hid and looked at them from afar.

According to the three women rescued, they got off the boat from here, then took to the slave market and were bought by people. This is the transit station for those who bought and sold slaves. I don’t know how many millions of slaves have tragic fates from here.

Wang Han really wanted to destroy this place now, but Wang Han knew that a small impulse would cause trouble, so he must now resist the impulse and anger in his heart. If he destroyed this place now, although he was happy, he could only save a group of people here now.

Wang Han hated these people in Citigroup regard their compatriots as slaves and their lives as livestock, and even their livestock are not as good as livestock.

I also hate those who sent these compatriots here, those compradors, don’t they know what the outcome of these people will be after they are sold to Citigroup? No, those compradors know, but they still do it, and they enjoy it and do their best. Wang Han hates them even more. This is a kind of betrayal, a betrayal of the country and the nation.

I hate the court even more, hate the weak court, hate them for not doing anything, and fear foreigners, otherwise how could the scene be like today?

"I will come back soon. I must turn everything here into ruins."

After watching all the slaves on the boat get off the boat, Wang Han gritted his teeth and said to himself, choosing the most slaves, quietly followed and heading towards the west.

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The night is quiet and the wind is blowing. A separate warehouse stands in the wilderness near the desert station in the Gobi Desert. Nearly three hundred ragged Chinese are crowded inside, trembling with coldness, curled up one by one, with numb and unsightly eyes.

There was no furniture in the warehouse. Except for one door, all windows were tightly sealed. More than a dozen tall and big blonde men were baking in thick clothes and baking on fire, guarding the door, preventing these slaves from escaping from the small house at night.

Outside the house, in the dark night fifty meters away, Wang Han, wearing a blood-colored straw raincoat and a straw hat, hid in the dark night, looking at the house with faint lights from afar.

This is the second day that Wang Han has followed these slaves.

After leaving the dock, these slave traders walked twenty miles with more than 100 slaves. When they arrived at the train station, hundreds of slaves were squeezed into the same carriage like livestock and locked into the carriage. After the train started, they passed by more than a dozen stations along the way, but the carriage full of slaves was never opened.

Wang Han followed the train for a whole day, and the slaves inside were hungry for a whole day, and then got off at the nearby station, which was already the wasteland Gobi in the west.

When they got off the bus, the slaves inside were so hungry that they had no strength to walk. However, the slave owner gave them two bowls of porridge and continued to drive them to the wasteland. Several people fainted in the desert along the way, and were carried by other slaves and continued on the way. When they arrived here, it was already evening.

The desert at night is very cold, but it is not as cold as the hearts of these slave owners.

After continuing to observe for a while, Wang Han silently retreated a little and practiced a lot of skills in the dark. After ten days of peaceful life in the village, Wang Han's physical activities have reached nearly twenty times that of adults, but Wang Han knew that this was far from enough. If he wanted to change this era, he was only twenty times the physical fitness of an adult man. Even if he had his own plug-in, his strength was still small.
Chapter completed!