"Everyone, we're here."
The driver didn't turn around, but just reminded in a deep voice.
The four team members immediately opened the door and filed out. The employee who was lucky enough to escape and is still trembling was left in the car.
An apartment building with warm and lively colors and style is located behind a wall beside the road. Next to it is an open space covered with lawn, on which many children's play facilities and fitness equipment are distributed in an orderly manner.
The lush green ivy and osmanthus flowers covered the iron fence, making the area look full of vitality.
On the left side of the wall, there is a double-opening iron gate.
There is an arched bracket above the gate, and on top of it is a metal plaque with a few lines of childlike words printed on it:
"Stoner Orphanage - founded in 987 with funds from the kind and philanthropic Count Stoner."
At this moment, this orphanage, which should have been filled with the childish figures of children, was empty and there was no sound at all.
It was so cold and filled with a terrifying atmosphere.
Outside the wall, there was already a large group of fully armed security police officers surrounding it.
They wore long daggers and revolvers on their waists. Some of them paced back and forth in front of the door with anxious and uneasy looks on their faces, while others gathered in twos and threes, discussing in deliberately suppressed but still very excited voices.
When they saw Nancy and the others arriving in executor uniforms, they all breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had seen their savior arrive.
"Sir, you are finally here!"
A middle-aged man in a public security uniform ran up to him, his eyes filled with tiredness:
"I am the captain of the third detachment of the Western District of the Public Security Team, and also a peripheral member of the Super Management Bureau's Execution Team, Golin."
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Thanks to the book friend "benben244" for the reward to the cross-dressing guy, and congratulations to him for becoming the first book friend to be promoted to Emperor Yan in this book?★,°?:.☆(￣▽￣)/$:?.°★? .
Chapter 199 Stoner Orphanage (Part )
The dark red marks seeped into the carpet and had long since dried up.
The strong smell of blood filled the air, making people dizzy.
In the originally tidy office, there was only an extremely horrifying scene.
A barely recognizable human body lay flat on the carpeted floor.
He was a man of medium build, without any clothes on.
Even though he was long dead, the muscles on his face were still twisted in an inhuman way.
It was as if he had suffered great torture before his death, and the pain he felt was so intense that it could transcend life and death and solidify on his body.
As for his lower body, his flesh and organs were almost completely hollowed out, leaving only a bloody skeleton.
On both sides of his body, the human tissues and organs that originally belonged to him were placed on the ground in an orderly and classified manner, like demonstration specimens in a university anatomy class.
A blood-stained fruit knife was held in a hand. Obviously, this was the weapon that turned him into this state.
But the strange thing is that this hand... belongs to the man himself.
It seemed as if he was personally manipulating this small, not-too-sharp fruit knife, cutting open his body bit by bit, peeling off the human skin completely from the surface of his body, cutting the tendons of every muscle, and pulling out his intestines, spleen, and stomach...
Then, carefully, lay them flat on both sides of your body.
until death.
"No...don't...please..."
A voice full of fear, trembling and begging.
Its owner was a young woman wearing an orphanage staff uniform. She stood beside the body that was so mutilated that it was unbearable to look at. She held a letter opener in one hand and was slowly moving it towards her lower abdomen.
Her whole body was shaking violently, and the muscles in the hand holding the letter opener were tense, with veins protruding, as if she was trying to stop the knife from piercing her body.
However, no matter how hard she tried, her hands were out of control and moved slowly but irresistibly.
Her legs, her other hand, and even her neck were all in a stiff and immobile state.
It completely cut off her possibility of escaping or fighting to the death.
A man in a royal blue suit sat in an office chair opposite the female employee.
He crossed his legs, leaned back in a natural and relaxed manner, and looked at the other person across the terrifying corpse.
His face was full of interest smile, as if he was watching a wonderful drama.
Faced with the woman's sobbing pleas, he was not moved at all, but became even more pleased.
"Ma'am, do you know?"
He rested one elbow on the armrest of his office chair and supported the side of his chin with the back of his hand. His voice was young and magnetic:
"Modern medicine has proven that without any drugs or supernatural powers, men can survive even if they lose up to one-third of their blood, while women can survive even if they lose about half of their blood."
"Please...let me go..."
The sharp end of the letter opener pressed against the woman's clothes on her abdomen and was moving inward millimeter by millimeter.
Tears and snot were already running down her face, and her despair was so thick that it seemed about to overflow.
"And if there is the protection of extraordinary people in related fields, this ratio can be infinitely close to 100%."
The man in a suit sitting on the office chair tapped the armrest with his other hand and explained in a tone that sounded almost like popular science:
"It just so happens that I am a righteous mage, a righteous mage who specializes in 'flesh and blood', 'life' and 'transformation'."
The excited smile on his face became more obvious. He changed his sitting posture slightly and lowered his voice in a mysterious way:
"Look, this guy was fully conscious for a whole night before he died. With his experience, I can definitely do a better job on you. Do you believe it?"
“No… ah…”
The tip of the knife broke through the clothes, and the cold and hard touch entered her mind. The huge fear made her lose the ability to think, and her face was so pale that she looked deathly pale.
"Don't kill me... I can do anything! I can give you money and sleep with you, please, please... Ughhhhh!!!"
"Deacon Burton, here come the red and white dogs."
At the last moment when the sharp blade was about to penetrate her skin and pierce her body, the office door was suddenly pushed open.
A burly man walked in.
"Not earlier, not later, but now..." The man in the suit pouted in disappointment, "It's really not the right time."
He stood up from his office chair, brushed past the burly man in the vest, and walked out of the office.
At the same time, the female employee's body suddenly relaxed, as if the force that had been binding and controlling her body had disappeared.
She instantly collapsed to the ground with a thud, breathing rapidly and heavily, twitching as if she had been electrocuted, and unable to utter a word.
"Several people?"
The man in the suit came outside the office, scanned the scene in front of him, and said to his accomplices around him.
Outside was a fairly spacious hall, with the door to the orphanage apartment not far away.
Seven or eight big men with unfriendly faces and fierce eyes, holding different weapons, stood at various positions outside the hall.
In the middle of the hall, eleven children ranging in age from one or two to teenagers were squatting on the ground, shivering and sobbing from time to time.
"Four. That bitch Nancy is here too."
A middle-aged man with stubble on his face, wearing a leather jacket and jeans, walked up to the man in the suit:
"Burton, it's almost time."
The man in the suit called Burton nodded silently, and smiled again:
"Tell them to raise one million aire within an hour, and we'll give them a child for every ten minutes that passes."
At this point, he paused, and the smile on his face became wider, but it revealed an inexplicable but palpable chill:
"The same person, paying it back in batches."
"it is good."
The bearded man in the jacket didn't say much. After agreeing, he called one of his men and started giving instructions.
"Speaking of which," after the subordinate who was ordered to pass on the message left, the bearded man turned to look at the eleven children of different ages and genders in the middle of the hall, "The boss said that only seven are enough, right?"
"That's what I said," the man in the suit, Burton, seemed to realize something and frowned slightly with a hint of dissatisfaction, "but we have to keep some redundancy as a backup."
"Hehe, then just leave two or three more at most."
The bearded man suddenly laughed a few times in a slightly vulgar manner, his eyes still moving between the children in front of him, but with a bit of greasy and greedy desire:
"Before we go, it should be okay for me to pick one to play with, right?"
Seeing that the other party's face was still somewhat unhappy, he added:
"I'll take care of it myself when the time comes. It won't bother you. What do you have to worry about?"
Burton showed a disgusted expression and rebuked in a low voice:
"Your old problem has come back again."
"Is that a promise?"
Seeing that Burton did not directly refuse, the bearded man rubbed his hands excitedly, and his lewd smile that contained cruelty and brutality was revealed without any concealment.
Burton snorted coldly, turned and walked towards the office without saying anything, as if he agreed.
"Hehe, I haven't relieved myself for a long time, I have to indulge myself this time..."
His eyes, full of desire and lust, swept through the crowd and soon locked onto a thin little girl of about eleven or twelve years old.
The girl had her head down, but suddenly she shuddered all over, and raised her head as if she had a premonition, just in time to meet the bearded man's burning and murderous eyes.
"Well……"
She suddenly felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave, and the bone-chilling cold made her unable to move.
The bearded man rushed forward, grabbed the girl's slender neck without waiting for her to react, and lifted her up!
Chapter 200 Stoner Orphanage (Part )
“Ugh! … Cough! … Kaka…”
As the girl's thin and slender body left the ground, all her cries and screams were caught in her throat by the big, iron-like hand.
Her eyes widened in horror, her legs kicked wildly instinctively, and her hands tightly clasped the hands that were strangling her neck, trying to pry them open to buy herself some breathing space.
However, that strong and bony hand was as strong as iron, and she was not able to move it at all with her strength.
The other children all cried out in fear, but none of them dared to run away. They could only bury their bodies lower, hoping that they would not be noticed by these vicious criminals.
The bearded man effortlessly lifted the struggling girl with one hand, turned around and walked happily towards a remote room, without a trace of pity on his face.
It was as if what he held in his hand was not a living person, but a cheap object that could be manipulated at will and was not very valuable.
He walked into the room at a leisurely pace, humming a cheerful tune, and with his free hand he slammed the door behind him.
As a warrior, his strength was far too great for a thin little girl. The hand that was strangling her neck not only completely cut off her breathing, but also seriously obstructed the flow of blood in her arteries.
At this point, only a dozen seconds had passed and the girl was almost losing consciousness due to severe lack of oxygen. Her hands and feet no longer struggled, but drooped weakly, only twitching occasionally.
The fair and pretty face was suffocated to purple and blue, the wide-open lips were trembling in pain, and the pupils were gradually dilating under the eyelids that were stretched to their limit.
After closing the door, the bearded man took a few steps forward and then mercilessly threw the almost unconscious girl forward.
"thump!"
With the dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground, the girl fell heavily to the ground.
But he did not cry out in pain, nor did he struggle, as if he had completely fainted.
The bearded man first flexed his fingers as if warming up, pressing the joints to make crisp snapping sounds, and then walked step by step towards the girl who had been thrown several meters away.
"Ho-"
After a few seconds, the girl who fell to the ground took a deep breath greedily and exhaled it slowly. She repeated this several times in a row, as if she wanted to inhale all the air in the world into her chest.
"Ahem!..."
Then she started coughing violently. The purple and blue complexion eased slightly, and her empty and distracted eyes regained focus.
