[Zongyingmi] You are all my father

ten suspects chasing son

The criminals made their way into the hills with what they believed to be three commodities. Root went to call the police, Samion chose to follow these people and waited for an opportunity, and Riser had already brought his siblings to the county town. They moved quickly. Although they could not use wooden warehouse weapons, Chandra did not know where I got something similar to a wooden warehouse, and the method of use is the same, but the thing that shoots out is a ray, which can only stun people - it looks like a toy wooden warehouse, which is very suitable to be used to deal with these people at this moment .

And Chandra walked the mountain road with these people. They were obviously not professional kidnappers, nor did they blindfold any of them.

When the criminals' cars stopped, what Chandra saw was a dilapidated mountain village.

Urged by these people, he got out of the car and followed them to the village.

And along the way, people began to watch.

"The smallest one looks the best!" a man in his twenties said, pointing at Chandra. "How much?"

"You can't afford it, get away!" The old woman waved her hand at him, "It will take a few years to buy it back."

Another woman in her forties followed them with a big belly and a grin.

An old woman in her fifties pointed her mouth at Chandra and asked, "My son just wants to find a good-looking one. Old Guai, tell me, how much is this little girl?"

The old woman stretched out her hand: "[-], if you don't have [-], you can't take it away, take away the one with the highest price." She grabbed Chandra's arm, "Look for yourself, how beautiful this little girl is, if you marry her back, she will be Improve your family's planting! This is still a little foreigner!"

"Hey! Why don't you say that marrying back will turn my family into bastards! It's only [-], and I'll take [-] away." The old lady bargained with the old woman, "It's still so old, it doesn't look good at this age Come on, I have to raise it for a few more years, if I got it early, it won't be born."

"Nonsense, now that she can be raised and matured, she still can't speak Chinese, what do you teach!" The old woman didn't back down, "[-] yuan, I can't take her away for a penny less!"

These people talk to each other, as if they are talking about the livestock in the family - cats and dogs are not bad, chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep are not bad - rather than a person.

Harold heard this over the earphones.He stood up and paced back and forth. He thought that the matter could be resolved by the local police, but now he was shaken.

If people in this place think that this kind of thing is normal and correct... then is it useful to go to the police?Or... the police, do they think so?

Such thinking is not unfounded.

Harold saw with his own eyes how the Samaritans made people feel good under a strict and complete monitoring system. Girls who would have run away from home actually learned to kill-this environment created The distortion of human nature can never be said to not exist.In fact...it's scary, it makes people think that what's wrong is right, and that they're not wrong.

"He's a nice guy"—that's a really good excuse.

Harold sat there, staring at the computer screen—Samien bought a camera from the county seat and connected it to her mobile phone, and put it on the hat, which allowed Harold to see it from her perspective. The whole thing happened.

In Samien's camera, he quickly saw someone dragging away the adult woman, and the old woman was chatting and laughing with that person, and even patted her satchel.

After that, he saw a face suddenly appeared in a small window, a woman, the face of a woman who looked crazy.She opened her mouth to shout at Samion, but she could only make a sound of "ahah". Samion dodged to the side, the camera shook, and Harold's viewing angle became a little narrower. But that didn't stop him from seeing the inside of the woman's mouth - TheMachien enlarged her face, and there was no tongue in her mouth!

But from the fact that her first reaction was to yell, it can be seen that she was not born without a tongue, so...

Harold felt cold all over.

He vomited for a while, but nothing came out.

"IAMSORRY." The Machien typed these words on the screen.

"No, it's not your fault." Harold took two deep breaths. It can be said that the criminals he had come into contact with before were actually more vicious than these people, but these people didn't feel that they were criminals. This is the scariest thing—— That's what scares him the most.

At this moment, an old man suddenly yelled: "Send all the women to the mountains! Let's attack!"

The old woman also immediately grabbed the little girl and Chandra and tried to drag them back to the car.

Just then, Chandra moved.

All mages have magic weapons, and so does Chandra. He has three magic weapons, one of which is a hair band, which he usually wears to tie his hair. Take it out, and it becomes a weapon—either a sword, or a stick or sticks, or a rope that can be tied to anything, and saddest of all, it is a weapon Undead!

At this time, it is just right to take it out.

Chandra yanked his headband straight from his hair.

What happened after that is a bit unclear-how can I put it... these people were quickly defeated by Chandra.

very fast.

The little girl shouted loudly: "Yeah! Hit! Kill them!"

"Sorry, I can't beat them to death." Chandra gave her an embarrassed look, and raised his hand to block an old man rushing towards him with a kitchen knife, "I can only beat them down, I won't kill people made."

Everyone in this village followed, but of course they couldn't beat Chandra, that's for sure—Samien took advantage of this time to open all the closed doors in the house. A dozen women rushed out.

And at the same time, the police arrived.

"How can you gather a crowd to fight!" A young policeman rushed out before anyone else could speak, "Who did this? How did you beat everyone like this? You all have to go with us!" He pointed to those who could still stand—clearly, Chandra and the little girl, Samien, and the forty or so women, who were all standing—"Go! Don't play tricks! You hurt people People, be detained!"

"Wait!" Mr. Reese appeared with the siblings.

They caught some men on the other side of the village, who were driving some two dozen young women up the mountain like cattle.

"Wait?" The young policeman glanced at Riise, "Yo! There's a gringo here! And you! You! You all have to be detained!"

Samien tilted her head, walked over with a foolish smile on the corner of her mouth, reached out her hand and took out an ID from her trouser pocket and shook it: "Interpol."