"Find out who is in that house?" In a small two-story building not far from the house, the man put down the binoculars in his hand and whispered to the people next to him.

"Yes, boss." A man dressed in a traditional white Arabic robe opens the door and leaves. Mobile phone and computer signals are blocked in this area, which indicates that there is an unsightly illegal transaction in the vicinity. Blocking the signal of a computer or mobile phone is to prevent people from mixing in. However, his Edmund power had infiltrated the large and small illegal or legal organizations here several years ago, and he naturally had his own way to find out about the matter.

In less than five minutes, the man pushed the door in, leaned over and whispered a few words in Edmund's ear, and his face instantly became cloudy, like a harbinger of a storm.

The man who spoke trembled a few times, took a few steps back, and saw Edmund wave his hand, and the coffee cup on the table in front of him fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the aroma of coffee suddenly overflowed.

It was an illegal slave market, where women were trafficked from all over the world, according to their skin color, age, and appearance, as goods, and then selected by the rich who came to the house for a price, and the highest price was obtained. The fate of the goods sold is even more conceivable, although Momo is still a child, she is already extremely beautiful, such a child is very suitable for some people with pedophilia.

I didn't expect those people to be so vicious! Treat a little girl like this, and even be afraid to be an enemy of the Hoffman family and his Edmund forces.

“boss？ Now what? "Don't look at the ordinary style of that private house, in fact, it has bodyguards with weapons hidden in the front and back, left and right. With their numbers, it would be unwise to rush in and save people.

"Let's follow the local customs and go see it." Edmund pulled out a black card from his bosom, which had a black rose printed on it and gold bars around it. This is a few years ago, a gang boss bribed him to curry favor with him, but he didn't expect it to be used today.

At seven o'clock in the evening, this usually deserted street comes alive. Edmund changed into the unique costume of an Arab man, and slowly paced to the door of the house with a few people, and when he showed the gold card in his hand, the face of the doorkeeper suddenly changed from doubtful to respectful, and he nodded and invited the five of them into the door.

The house looks ordinary on the outside, but luxuriously decorated on the inside, with a huge platform in front of it, and rows of chairs in front of it, which look like an ordinary auction site. It's just that at a glance, all the people sitting on the seats are all men. These people are dressed in designer clothes, but they have a disgusting undisguised eagerness on their faces.

Edmund smiled coldly and walked up to the box on the second floor, which was dedicated to the wealthier and unwilling to reveal his identity. Sitting inside, through the two-way mirror in front of you, you can see the platform below at a glance, and the people below can only see smooth and bright mirrors when they look up. As for the price offering, there is a row of blue buttons in front of each seat in the box, corresponding to a row of numbers. As long as the corresponding button is pressed, the display above the mirror will show the price without revealing the identity of the bidder.

The waiter respectfully offered Edmund a bottle of 1904 red wine, nodded and retreated, closing the door.

"Boss, there are no cameras or bugs in the room." The bodyguard standing behind him stepped forward and whispered in his ear.

Edmund bowed slightly, staring intently at the platform below. He didn't need to be afraid that someone outside would investigate his identity, and all the people who held that kind of gold card were platinum members here, and their identities were either oil tycoons or 'black' and 'dao' overlords. Otherwise, it is a billionaire or even the king of a country, of course, using a pseudonym, he uses the name of Francis. As for his appearance, he didn't have to worry about it, although the file on the ICPO's computer had his name Edmund, there was no photograph. In other words, even Interpol doesn't know what he looks like, let alone these people?

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