Bei Xuan and the others returned the same way, passing through the darkness and arriving on the ground floor.
At this moment, it is already evening.
call!
He Xiaopang couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
He felt like he had returned to the world from hell!
That kind of darkness is so scary!
Mu Fan said: "Captain, although the escapee case has been concluded, the story behind this case..."
Beixuan nodded: "I understand what you mean."
"Let's put this matter aside for now. I'll report it to the Dragon Team first."
Mu Fan nodded and went home with He Xiaopang first.
Beixuan sighed secretly, thinking about the undercurrent behind this case!
Beixuan returned to the lounge, lay on the bed, and recalled all the details of the case.
Gradually, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and he fell into a deep sleep.
The crimson moonlight falls from the sky to the earth like a veil!
Under the shadow of the moon, the outline of the dilapidated slums emerged, and a little boy kept digging through the garbage!
Many wounds on his body also opened again due to excessive force and oozed blood, but he was completely unaware of it.
After rummaging for a long time, he still couldn't find even a little bit of food.
He could only endure the hunger, pain and cold, dragging his thin body back to the slums.
He understood what was waiting for him, like countless children before, silently starving to death.
But he must return to the slums, otherwise the wild dogs in the garbage dump will bite his throat alive before he starves to death.
After all, the beasts are also hungry, and all creatures in the slums are always hungry!
Gradually, the dilapidated houses in the slums appeared in front of the little boy.
But he did not relax at all. Instead, he looked around more carefully, hiding in the shadows by the wall and sneaking towards his residence.
He was very frightened and his body began to tremble involuntarily.
Although there are no hungry beasts here, there are hungry poor people!
When strong people really can't find food, their hungry eyes will be on...the elderly and children.
The little boy is so hungry!
A feeling of powerless dizziness came from his mind. He struggled a few times, and then fell to the ground with a "pop".
In the silent night, people tortured by hunger could not sleep at all.
They tossed and turned in the hay, imagining the wonderful taste of black bread.
Although the sound of the little boy falling to the ground was not loud, it was still caught by the keen nerves of others.
Gradually, figures continued to appear in the dilapidated huts around.
They swayed like ghosts and rushed towards the location where the little boy fell to the ground. Some of them were holding sharpened steel bars and sharp iron pieces in their hands.
Soon, the strongest group of people in the slum had surrounded the little boy on the ground.
Their faint eyes flashed with greed, and they could even hear the sound of each other swallowing saliva.
"What are you waiting for!"
A fierce bald man licked his chapped lips: "There's something to eat!"
"But he's still alive."
Someone muttered something in a low voice, and immediately, the tense atmosphere around him solidified.
Indeed, the little boy was still breathing, although the breathing was already very weak.
"It doesn't matter, you can bleed first."
The scar-faced man swallowed his saliva profusely and said coldly.
After saying that, he clenched the cold steel rod in his hand, leaned over his chest, and wiped the sharp end towards the little boy's neck.
At this moment, a mechanical roar suddenly came from a distance, instantly breaking the silence of the slum!
Two dazzling lights cut through the dark night and shined through the thick fog.
The bald man was shocked and immediately stopped what he was doing!
Everyone in the slums looked at the two dazzling beams of light.
This is a military steam locomotive. Its thin spurts of hot steam, rigid lines and thick bulletproof steel plates make it look more like a ferocious steel behemoth.
At this moment, inside the steam locomotive, a man with blond hair was sitting by the window, squinting at the slums outside the window.
He is in his prime, his eyes are deep and clear, and his chin is raised in a resolute and elegant arc.
He wears a black uniform with a stand-up collar, but there are no rank marks on his shoulders.
The blond man sat there quietly, his sharp edge showing like an unsheathed sword.
In the car, in addition to the ten fully armed soldiers at the back, there was also a man in his fifties sitting.
He was built with a muscular body and a ferocious face, and his two majestic mechanical arms shone with dark silver light.
At this moment, he was staring at the poor-looking people outside the window with a cold look on his lips.
"Zhao Wuji, are you sure you can find a suitable candidate here?"
The blond man asked calmly. His eyes swept over the faces of the poor, showing no emotion at all.
"Yes, sir!"
Zhao Wuji respectfully replied:
"If it comes to endurance, no one is better than the hungry poor."
The blond man nodded coldly, opened the car door and walked out.
Ten heavily armed guardsmen on the steam locomotive also jumped off, following closely behind the blond man.
The poor people surrounding him slowly backed away.
They could see that these soldiers had firearms in their hands and knives at their waists.
"listen!"
Zhao Wuji stood with his head held high and shouted loudly:
"All children between the ages of seven and ten, come out and stand in a line to my left!"
His voice seemed to contain some kind of strange energy, and was not affected by the cold wind and thick fog, covering the entire slum area.
However, the poor people did not take any action after hearing this.
They just looked at these outsiders quietly, and no children came out of the dilapidated hut.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Wuji sneered, raised the mechanical arm embedded with a large-caliber firearm, and pointed the black muzzle at a poor man.
Don't hesitate, pull the trigger!
boom!
The upper half of the poor man's body was directly blown into powder!
Scarlet blood mixed with minced meat spattered on the faces of the people around him, causing a burst of screams and commotion.
"I repeat for the last time, all children between the ages of seven and ten, immediately come to my left and stand in a line!"