I thought it was the man in black who had achieved both soft and hard work in his words, and was about to continue to convince the other party, but at least let go of the weapon that was parked on his neck first.
The girl pressed the button of the electric baton in her hand hard.
After a crackling sound, the man in black robe fainted from the electricity.
Until the moment before he lost consciousness, he thought he had reached a deal with the female adventurer in front of him.
Shi Junjun slowly released the button of the electric baton and looked at the man in black robe with high cheekbones on the ground with burnt smell all over his body, his eyes were cold and full of vigilance.
From the sudden attack to the uniformed opponent, and the time when I listened to the latter's nonsense, it only took half a minute to gather.
This does not represent this man in black robe who claims to be a member of the underground slave market of the old Flins family. He is a soft persimmon that can be controlled at will.
However, it seemed that the other party didn't take her seriously at all. Since this was the case, Junjun didn't mind taking advantage of this.
She silently took out the rope from her backpack and tied the black-robed man's hands and feet, and confirmed that the other party was not the magician who did not carry magic props necessary for casting. She took a deep breath and endured the discomfort in her heart.
I felt that I pulled out a handkerchief to cover the face of the man who could not keep his eyes closed after losing his skin.
When she was fighting with the man in black, the man had already swallowed his last breath in the dirty sewage puddle of this humble alley.
After all this, she looked up and looked at the sky in the shabby alley of Pottugalette.
The haze shrouded in the sky in this city made her chest blocked.
"The captain of the 29th Team of the Southern Squadron of the Inspection Brigade under the Kingdom Anti-Slave Trade Department, thank you for passing on the information that our investigator said before his death."
A tall brown-haired woman with a scale, a sharp sword and a badge stamp, and a full-armored look like a tall brown-haired woman who looked like Shi Junjun last year, bowed deeply to her and thanked her:
"If there was no information you conveyed to us, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to touch the nests of these slave traders in another half a year."
After saying that, she turned her eyes to the thugs who were struggling with the vests of the South Riseyphus underground slave market, who were struggling with her vests.
She quickly stepped forward and drew out her sword without any hesitation.
The bright long sword was placed on the back of the former's neck, and the sharp blade had cut through the skin there, and it could penetrate the flesh with just a little force.
"I know what the consequences will be if you wild dogs fall into the hands of you. Come on, if I kill you, you will be a hero again in 18 years!"
The man who was still stubborn was still shouting, trying to anger the woman and cut off her head.
Because the thug at the underground slave market in South Riseyfus knew that he had just killed the companions of these auditors for the crimes he had committed in the past, he had long lost his way out.
Instead of suffering and being squeezed out all the value before dying, it is better to irritate people now and make fun of them. Maybe the people of the Flins family will take into account the past relationship and arrange their future lives.
"You want to anger me and then get a cheap way to die, right?"
The sound of the tall brown-haired woman without any warmth reached the thug's ears. He was pretending to be calm and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.
"I, oh—"
Without waiting for him to say something, the long sword that was originally parked on the back of his neck changed its angle and slashed it down obliquely, and half of his ear was cut off without any bias.
The thug who was taken to a wooden prison carriage by a horse was still wailing, did not receive any treatment, even if it was bleeding.
The inspectors of the anti-slave trade department of the Kingdom knew that the amount of blood loss from this little flesh injury was far less than fatal.
Besides, the thugs will suffer much more than this in the near future.
Anything that their companions have suffered will be returned from this person.
"If possible, can you invite you to a nearby restaurant so that you can tell us more information."
"Can you change somewhere?"
Shi Junjun replied softly.
She doesn't want to see anything that especially contains meat.
"About three years ago, the Southern Squadron of the Kingdom Anti-Slave Trade Department Inspection Brigade received a letter of complaint about the rampant slave trade in the underground city of Portugalet."
In a window position of a simple coffee shop, the brown-haired woman with a helmet taken off her helmet picked up a white porcelain cup full of steaming coffee and calmly told Shi Junjun about their previous experiences.
The content is roughly like this.
As a model city for the implementation of the Kingdom Race Equality Act and the Slave Abolition Act, Portugalet City has always been known for "all human races can be treated equally here". The Kingdom's anti-slave trade department has not received it for even three consecutive years.
Reports of any case of slave trade and humanoid racial discrimination.
At first, this letter of complaint did not attract the attention of relevant parties to the Southern Squadron of the Kingdom Anti-Slave Trade Department Inspection Brigade. They only symbolically sent a symbolic question to the 35th team stationed in the city of Portugalet to ask whether there were slaves in their jurisdiction.
The letters that occurred in the trade incident will no longer be investigated after receiving a negative reply.
The second, third and even tenth letters of complaint followed were not taken seriously by these people. All their attention was focused on the number of percentage points that the incidence of slave trade cases in the jurisdiction has dropped, and there are
Many example cities of racial equality have involved incidents involving their careers, and letters of complaint will naturally be as if they were muddy in the sea without any news.
The turnaround happened two and a half years ago.
It was a sunny afternoon. The adults of the Southern Squadron were tasting afternoon tea and began to happily fantasize how long the news of the promotion would arrive. When a figure wrapped in rags tried to break into the headquarters of the Southern Squadron of the Inspection Brigade.
The guards guarding the headquarters stopped the suspicious element, and the blocked latter still tried to forcibly break into there.
The latter's rag that covered his body was quickly lifted up. He was a sheep man covered in bruises.
"There are people in the city of Portugalet that are surrounding my fellow countrymen!"
After many hardships, sheep people who escaped from the slave trader's prison van finally came to the inspection brigade of the anti-slave trade department at the head office of the Kingdom's Southern Squadron. They shouted and attracted the attention of everyone nearby and wanted to be here.
Good people go to defeat the bad people who took his compatriots away and save their relatives and friends.
The shouts of the sheep attracted a lot of attention. The headquarters heard about this. In order to avoid the public opinion fermenting among the civilians and have a negative impact on the official image of the kingdom, a famous person in charge with a high position was quickly sent to calm down.
situation.
Having said this, the tall brown-haired woman opened her mouth and stopped talking.