pocket rate palace

Chapter 77 Bloodthirsty Monster
This is a dilapidated chemical factory with rusty iron doors and cobwebs in the room. The thick dust on the ground shows that no one has been in for a long time.

But today, someone broke the silence here.

Three black cars drove into the factory one after another and stopped in the open space.The car door opened, and a dozen men in black suits stepped out.

The first one is a man wearing sunglasses.The man was tall and thin, and his face was frighteningly pale. He covered his mouth and coughed violently from time to time, as if suffering from a very serious lung disease.

"Ahem...haven't they arrived yet?" the man coughed and asked the person beside him.

"It should be soon." The subordinate who answered was physically fit, and his face, which should have been healthy and rosy, was also white, which was quite strange.

The tuberculosis man nodded, and coughed violently again.

The group of people waited for about three or four minutes before a large Dongfeng truck roared into the factory.

The tuberculosis man and his party raised their heads and stared at the uninvited passenger.

The Dongfeng truck drove to the opposite side of the man in the sunglasses before slowly stopping.Soon, a middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth and a beard jumped out of the car.

"You're 5 minutes late." The subordinate looked at his wrist and said to the middle-aged man expressionlessly.

The middle-aged man took off his cigarette, casually puffed out the smoke ring, and spread his hands indifferently: "It's only five minutes."

The subordinate frowned, and was about to say something more, but the tuberculosis man next to him had already held his hand: "Ahem...see the goods first."

The subordinate nodded respectfully, and then said to the middle-aged man in a deep voice, "Where's the goods?"

The middle-aged man tilted his head, took out another cigarette and lit it: "See for yourself later."

The subordinates called a few people and walked to the back compartment of the truck together.

Just above their heads, where no one can see, there are two people lying on the big ventilation duct.

"Sister Nan, what does the red deal mean?" Wang Anyuan asked carefully.

Nangong lay half prone on the pipe, his body undulating into a thrilling curve.The two used Yugui's spirit to communicate, so they would not be discovered by the people below.

"Use your spiritual sense to see what's in the carriage?" Nangong glanced at Wang Anyuan with a half-smile.

Wang Anyuan frowned slightly, and let out his consciousness to explore the truck compartment.

Soon his consciousness entered the carriage, and in his field of vision, more than a dozen people who were sleeping soundly appeared.These people include men and women, and each one has regular facial features, ruddy and healthy complexion.

"Human? Is it human trafficking?" Wang Anyuan asked suspiciously.

Nangong chuckled and shook his head: "If it's just human trafficking, it's not called a red deal, and there's no need for us to come."

"Red trade refers to the human body trade involving people with supernatural abilities. There are some distorted and vicious evil monks or people with dark abilities who need to use human flesh and blood to practice. Hunting them privately will quickly attract our attention, so they Choose to trade with human trafficking organizations."

"Practice with living people?" Wang Anyuan was very surprised.

Nangong nodded and explained: "These people were bought by them. They were either eaten as food or tortured to death. The end was very miserable."

This is the first time Wang Anyuan has heard of such inhumane methods. As human beings, there are still people who feed on the same race for the so-called power. It is really devoid of humanity.

"Sister Nan, let's go down." Wang Anyuan's eyes became murderous, and his tone became cold.

"You have to go down alone." Nangong changed into a more comfortable position, stretched like a lazy Persian cat, and said, "As your novice mentor, the first mission is to ensure that you don't die. .The rest can only be done by you.”

There was no fluctuation on Wang Anyuan's face, he could only nod his head: "Okay."

At this time, the tuberculosis man's subordinates had already seen the "goods", and walked back quickly, his face a bit ugly: "Why are you all anesthetized?"

The middle-aged man tilted his head innocently: "Please, how can I deliver it without anesthesia."

"Besides, don't you also need to be anesthetized when you take the organs in the operation? Does it affect it?"

The tuberculosis man's already pale face became even more ugly when he heard this: "Damn it, do you know how unpalatable the meat that has been anesthetized is?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback suddenly: "What did you say?"

"Get rid of him." The tuberculosis boy waved his hand angrily.The subordinates couldn't bear it for a long time, and as soon as they raised their hands, they grabbed the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man lowered his head, nimbly dodged, distanced himself from several people, and sneered, threw the cigarette butt in his mouth under his feet and stamped it out.

"I knew you bastards would be unruly."

After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and a large group of men with pistols ran out from both sides of the factory.

The group of tuberculosis men were pointed at by more than a dozen guns, but there was no panic on their faces. Instead, they looked at the middle-aged man with a half-smile.

The middle-aged man didn't notice this, he took out another cigarette and put it in his mouth, then waved his hand triumphantly: "Brothers, kill them."

A dozen flames lit up behind the middle-aged man, and the deafening gunshots rang out continuously, turning the tuberculosis man's group into a hornet's nest.

After a while, the gunfire stopped.The middle-aged man's proud expression was frozen on his face, and he even forgot to light a cigarette.

"How could this be?"

The middle-aged man blinked his eyes, only to see that no one on the field fell to the ground.The seven or eight people behind the tuberculosis man were covered in bullet holes all over their bodies, and dark red blood flowed out, but each of them looked as usual as if nothing had happened.

The tuberculosis man and his confidants even missed a single shot. The suits on both of them were as neat as before, and their faces were full of joking expressions.

"Kill them." The tuberculosis man raised his coughing handkerchief and waved it weakly forward, as if to drive away an insignificant mosquito.

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of his confidants suddenly burst into a strange red light, and he opened his mouth to reveal a mouthful of sharp teeth overflowing with saliva.The rest of the subordinates also became like him one after another. Everyone seemed to be a bloodthirsty beast, rushing towards the people with guns.

"Weird, monster..." The middle-aged man was so frightened that the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground, his feet slipped and he almost fell, and ran back like hell.

"Block them."

The gunshots rang out again, and some unbelievers raised their guns to shoot, but it had no effect on these people.The tuberculosis man's subordinates were not afraid of bullets at all, they rushed towards the gunmen one by one, bit them hard, and tore a large piece of flesh and blood.

"what"

The screams were endless, and everyone started to run around, but the transformed monsters were surprisingly fast, and quickly caught up with them one by one, feasting on them.

The dilapidated chemical plant soon turned into a bloody hell on earth.

(End of this chapter)