It was a dilapidated chemical factory, with rusty iron doors, cobwebs, and a thick layer of dust on the ground that showed that no one had been in for a long time. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But today, someone broke the silence.

Three black cars drove into the factory one after the other and stopped in the open field. The door opened, and a dozen men in black suits stepped down.

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

"Ahem.. Haven't they arrived yet? The man coughed and asked one of the men beside him.

"It should be soon." The subordinates who replied were in good health, and their faces that should have been healthy and ruddy were also snow-white, which was quite weird.

The tuberculosis man nodded, and coughed violently again.

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

The tuberculosis man and his party all raised their heads and looked at the uninvited guest.

Dongfeng drove until the opposite side of the man in sunglasses and slowly stopped. Soon, a middle-aged man with a cigarette and a scumbag jumped out of the car.

"You're five minutes late." The subordinate looked at the surface of the hand and said to the middle-aged man expressionlessly.

The middle-aged man took off his cigarette, spat out the smoke ring casually, 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 grabbed his hand: "Ahem.. Look at the goods first. ”

The subordinate nodded respectfully yes, and then said to the middle-aged man in a deep voice: "What about the goods?" ”

The middle-aged man tilted his head and took out another cigarette and lit it: "Look at it later." ”

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

Just above the heads of a few people, where no one could see, there were two people lying on top of the big ventilation duct.

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

Nangong was half-lying on the pipe, his body undulating into a thrilling curve. The two of them used Yugui's divine thoughts to communicate, so they would not be discovered by the people below.

"You use your mind to see what's in the carriage?" Nangong glanced at Wang Anyuan with a smile.

Wang Anyuan frowned slightly, and released his divine sense to probe towards the truck compartment.

Soon the divine consciousness entered the carriage, and in his field of vision, more than a dozen sleeping people appeared. These people are men and women, and each of them has good facial features and a ruddy and healthy complexion.

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

Nangong chuckled and shook his head: "If it's just human trafficking, it's not called red trade, and we don't need to come." ”

"The red trade refers to the human trade in which people with supernatural abilities participate. There are some evil monks or dark abilities with twisted personalities who need to use human flesh and blood to practice, and hunting them will quickly attract our attention, so they choose to trade with human trafficking organizations. ”

"Practicing with a living person?" Wang Anyuan was very surprised.

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

It was the first time Wang Anyuan heard of such a cruel and inhumane method, and he was also a human being, and there were even people who ate his own clan for the so-called strength, which was really inhumane.

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

"If you want to go, you will go down alone." Nangong changed to a more comfortable position, stretched his waist like a lazy Persian cat and said, "As your novice mentor, I will ensure that you don't die on the first mission." The rest can only be done by yourself. ”

Wang Anyuan's face did not fluctuate at all, so he could only nod: "Okay." ”

At this time, the men with tuberculosis had already seen the "goods", and walked back quickly, their faces were a little ugly: "Why are they all anesthetized?" ”

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

"Besides, don't you have to be anesthetized when you have surgery to get your organs? Does this make a difference? ”

When the tuberculosis man heard this, his already pale face became even more difficult to look at: "Damn, do you know how unpalatable the meat with anesthetics is?" ”

The middle-aged man was stunned suddenly: "What did you say?" ”

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

The middle-aged man had a short head, flexibly dodged, distanced himself from several people, and sneered at the cigarette butt in his mouth and stepped on it.

"I knew you bastards were going to be unruly."

After saying that, he clapped his hands, and a large group of men with pistols ran out of the hula on both sides of the factory.

The tuberculosis man and his party were pointed at more than a dozen guns, but there was no panicked look on their faces, but they looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.

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

More than a dozen fires lit up behind the middle-aged man, and the deafening gunshots rang out continuously, sweeping the tuberculosis man and his party into a hornet's nest.

Moments later, the gunfire stopped. The middle-aged man's smug expression froze on his face, and he even forgot to light a cigarette.

"How.. How so? ”

The middle-aged man blinked, and saw that no one on the field had fallen to the ground. The seven or eight people behind the tuberculosis man were covered with bullet holes all over their bodies, and dark red blood was flowing out, but they all looked as if nothing had happened.

The tuberculosis man and his henchmen missed a shot, and the suits on the two were as neat as ever, with playful expressions on their faces.

"Kill them." The tuberculosis man lifted his coughing handkerchief and waved it forward weakly, like to chase away an insignificant mosquito.

As soon as his words fell, a strange red light burst out from the eyes of his henchmen, and he opened his mouth to reveal a mouthful of sharp salivating teeth. The rest of his men became like him, all of them as if they were bloodthirsty beasts, rushing towards the people with guns.

"Strange, monster." The middle-aged man was so frightened that the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground, and he slipped and almost fell, and ran backwards with a stream of urine.

"Block them."

The sound of gunfire rang out again, and there were unbelievers who raised their guns and shots, but to no avail of them hitting these people. The men of the tuberculosis man were not afraid of bullets at all, and one by one they pounced on the gunmen, biting them fiercely, tearing up large pieces of flesh and blood.

"Ahh

The screams were incessant, and everyone began to scatter, but the transformed monsters were incredibly fast, and soon caught up with them one by one, feasting on them.

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