Wangcheng in the mountains.

After Zhao Changshu ended the call with Wu Tianfeng, he turned his head and asked Zhao Yushan: "Brother Yushan, aren't you in the police station, why did you suddenly run here and fight with these bastards?"

Zhao Yushan borrowed Hong Aaron's mobile phone just now, and just talked to Tong Xiaorui on the phone to report his safety. After hearing Zhao Changlan's words, he returned his mobile phone to Hong Aaron and said, "Brother Gun, I'll tell you later, how I got to this place, I'll take you to see a place first." You would never think of that place. ”

As he spoke, Zhao Yushan patted the head of Nineteen Jiro beside him, telling him to stay outside honestly, and then walked towards the gate on the earth cliff.

Zhao Changshu looked at the mysterious Zhao Yushan, so he had to shake his head and say to Hong Aaron: "Aaron, you are watching them here, I'll go down and take a look." ”

Hong Aaron unloaded the slightly punched magazine in his hand, checked it, and then pushed it back on with a click, and then said: "Brother gun, don't worry, there will be nothing wrong here." ”

Hong Aaron's love for guns is hard to understand, just like Zhao Yushan's love for cows is incomprehensible. He always believed that guns also have souls, and whenever he had a gun in his hand, he had a wonderful feeling. He could feel the soul of the gun colliding with his soul and talking to each other. At that moment, he was the gun, the gun was him, at that moment, he was the master of life, and whoever he wanted to die, he had to die.

Zhao Changshu knows Hong Aaron's marksmanship, as long as he has a gun in his hand, let alone optimistic about these people in front of him, I am afraid that he can deal with a platoon, he can more than enough.

Zhao Yushan followed Zhao Yushan and walked into the gate on the earth cliff.

The underground hall was a mess, full of chaotic machines, thrown bullet casings, and dead corpses, Zhao Changlan didn't count how many of these dead bodies there were, but at a cursory glance, there must be about thirty. The mixture of gunsmoke and gore wafted through the air, and the smell was very unpleasant.

The two of them went to the hut in the corner of the wall first, and told Wang Guohan and the three of them that the matter outside had been resolved, and let them go outside. After all, the air here is a bit terrible. It may be that the ventilation duct was damaged by bullets in the previous fierce battle.

It wasn't until Wang Guohan and the three of them supported each other and left that Zhao Yushan pointed to the messy machines all over the ground and said, "Brother Gun, do you know what these machines are for,"

Zhao Changshu shook his head, he was also wondering what these people wanted to produce by moving so many machines underground.

"They're going to produce drugs here. These are machines that produce methamphetamine. I suspect that the person in charge of this organization may be disgusted with not making money as a second-hand drug dealer, so he wants to get raw materials from outside and produce them himself. These foreigners were hired by the head of the organization, and their task was to be responsible for the future distribution of rhyming drugs to all parts of the world, including of course all over China. These devils usually live there. Zhao Yushan casually pointed to a lane on the wall. There is a damper on the roadway, so you can't see the inside clearly.

Zhao Changshu couldn't help but be surprised, looking at the number of these machines, once this drug processing plant is put into operation, its production scale will be very huge. It may become a drug supply center for the entire East Asian region. At the feet of the Son of Heaven, it is really bold that someone dares to do such a thing.

Not to mention how much difficulty this factory will bring to China's anti-narcotics cause once it is put into operation, even international public opinion will crush China to death.

"Brother Yushan, how do you know that these machines are used to produce drugs," Zhao Changshu would rather believe that Zhao Yushan's news was fake, and would rather believe that this was just Zhao Yushan's speculation than believe that it was true.

"Brother Gun, come with me, what surprises you is still to come. Zhao Yushan didn't answer Brother Gun's words, but walked to a distribution box placed on the wall, opened the small iron door that had been punched out by the bullet with two bullet holes, and then pressed a button inside.

Fortunately, the two bullets that pierced the small iron door of the distribution box did not hit the button, otherwise the button inside would have failed.

At the moment when Zhao Yushan pressed the button, Zhao Changshu heard a slight squeak from a corner, and he turned his head to look at the place where the sound came from. He knew it was the sound of a hydraulic top telescopic contraction.

In Zhao Changshu's astonished gaze, a one-meter-square piece of ground in the corner of the wall suddenly slowly fell downward, and when it fell to about fifty centimeters, it stopped falling downward, and instead slid sideways under the floor to the side.

Zhao Changshu walked to the corner of the wall and found that a one-meter-square hole had appeared in front of his eyes, and below the hole was a downward staircase, and the walls on both sides of the staircase were not made of mixed steel like above, but were original earthen walls. Energy-saving light bulbs are installed on the earthen wall every five meters or so, so the passage is not dim.

Because after more than two meters down the stairs, there was a turnback, so Zhao Lance couldn't see the scene below from above, but what puzzled Zhao Lance was that he actually heard the occasional "woo" mastiff cry from below, thick and majestic, Zhao Lance was no stranger to the cry of this thing.

"There's a Tibetan mastiff down there," Zhao Changshu asked Zhao Yushan, who was about to climb the stairs in confusion.

"Hehe, Brother Gun, if it's just a Tibetan mastiff, it's okay to say, after you finish reading it all, you can blow up your lungs. Zhao Yushan said as he walked down the stairs.

As soon as Zhao Changshu followed Zhao Yushan into the passage, suddenly there was a sneer above his head, and Zhao Changshu suddenly raised his head, and was surprised to find that the floor that had originally slipped to the side actually began to reset.

Zhao Changshu was shocked and said, "It's broken, someone wants to lock us inside." ”

As Zhao Changshu spoke, he was about to jump out, but at this moment, he heard Zhao Yushan say calmly: "Don't worry, Brother Gun, this thing is automatically turned off, and there is a control switch below, it's okay." ”

Zhao Changshu relieved his mind and continued to follow Zhao Yushan down, as soon as he walked to the exit, Zhao Changshu found two corpses, both of their heads were rotten and unshaped, as if they had been bitten by a tiger, and red and white flowed to the ground.

If it weren't for Zhao Changlan's nerves being big enough, he would have to vomit.

"These two bastards are the watchdogs here, trying to stop Lao Tzu from letting out, so they are like this. Zhao Yushan said casually.

r/> Zhao Changshu understood, Zhao Yushan had hit it from here before.

When he walked to the end of the stairs and saw the situation in front of him, Zhao Changshu couldn't help but be surprised, only to see that this was actually a large Tibetan mastiff farm. The bright fluorescent lamps on the ceiling, and the rows of iron cages below, the majestic Tibetan mastiffs in them couldn't help barking in unison when they saw a living person coming in, and the whimpering and whining of the people hurt their brains.

"Brother Gun, do you remember what I told you about Xiang Shaojie's Tibetan mastiff farm, when I went there for the second time, there was not a single Tibetan mastiff there, and even the ground was cleaned. At that time, I wondered where so many Tibetan mastiffs had gotten to Shaojie. It wasn't until I was brought to this place by them that it dawned on me that the dogs had brought those Tibetan mastiffs to this place overnight. It's not far from the original farm, that's why they moved so quickly. ”

The whining mastiff screams were disturbed, and Zhao Yushan had to increase the volume to make Zhao Changshu hear his words clearly.

"Have you checked to see if these mastiffs have drugs in their bellies? Zhao asked.

"I've tested. You see. Zhao Yushan took out a white plastic bag from his body and handed it to Zhao Changlan's hand, "This is methamphetamine." It was taken out of the mastiff's belly before. ”

Zhao Changshu casually looked at the plastic paper bag in his hand, and then pointed to the two laneway openings in the wall not far away with his hand and said, "Where does it lead?"

"Brother Gun, just go and take a look. Let's go, I'll take you to see you. As Zhao Yushan spoke, he first led Zhao Changlan into a lane on the left.

This tunnel is not deep, only about five meters, and there is a gate at the end. After passing the gate, the alley suddenly widened, forming a small space, which can be regarded as a hall, but when Zhao Changshu saw everything in front of the alley, he finally understood why Zhao Yushan said that he was going to be blown up after seeing the situation below.

I saw that the left and right sides of this hall were also full of iron cages, but these iron cages were not Tibetan mastiffs, but people. Living people.

Although they were alive, they were blind, pale, scrawny, and seriously ill, and many of them were covered in scars. These people didn't know Zhao Changlan, but they seemed to know Zhao Yushan, after seeing Zhao Yushan, the eyes that originally seemed to be dead suddenly flashed with brilliance, and they fell on the steel cage, and said to Zhao Yushan in a chaotic manner: "Mr. Zhao, you are back." ”

"You're really back. You've come to save us, and oh my God, we're finally saved. ”

"Brother Zhao, hurry, please, let me out. ”

Looking at these people lying on the cage and constantly shouting, Zhao Changshu actually remembered those Tibetan mastiffs. These poor people, they are not treated as well as the Tibetan mastiffs, who can at least enjoy plenty of light, but here, there is only an incandescent lamp of about twenty-five watts on the ceiling. The entire space was unusually dark.

Zhao Changshu was stunned by the scene in front of him. He couldn't believe his eyes, he really couldn't believe that there were still people so cruel in today's civilized society.

Zhao Changshu is not a rare and strange person, and there are also many ruthless people in the rivers and lakes, and those Mexican executioners will even dissect people and hang them on the street one by one to show the public. But he had never seen anyone gather so many people together like dogs, or even worse than dogs. What a sin this should be.

Zhao Yushan didn't bother to explain to Zhao Changshu first, but shouted loudly to everyone in the cage: "Don't worry, let me introduce to you, this is my eldest brother Zhao Changshu, we are here to save everyone." Rest assured, the bastards out there have been killed by us. My eldest brother and I will let you out. ”