In a huge warehouse next to the River Thames

Wearing a black tuxedo, a top hat, and a cane, Raymond stood on the second floor of the warehouse, watching a group of workers below carry baskets of iron cages covered with black cloth.

A worker and his colleague were carrying an iron cage together when they accidentally slipped and fell to the ground.

With the slipping of the workers, one end of the iron cage was pressed to the ground, and a few immature exclamations came from the black cloth, and the black cloth also slipped from the iron cage, and the cloth slipped down, exposing the goods from the iron cage.

In the cage were skinny, skinny, hungry children, ranging from 15-year-old to 7 or 8 years old.

Some of them squatted in the iron cage, holding the iron rod of the iron cage in their hands, and their faces were desperate. while others were curled up in an iron cage, unconscious.

Raymond watched the goods in the iron cage exposed, grabbed his hand on the railing on the second floor, and roared at the workers who fell downstairs: "Damn! What's wrong with you! Cover them up quickly! Lift them to the carriage!"

Hearing Raymond's roar, the workers hurriedly got up from the ground, picked up the black cloth, and covered the iron cage again.

Raymond looked at the workers who had started to move again, snorted heavily, walked to the office behind him, and muttered as he walked around.

Raymond walked into the office and said to Finch, who was packing up the papers, "I have to say, you got this group of people from there, clumsy!"

Finch squinted at Raymond as he cleaned up his things: "If you dislike them for being stupid, you can find a better person yourself, instead of coming to me to complain." ”

Raymond didn't answer Fincher's words, walked to the sofa in the room and sat down, his brows furrowed deeply: "I'm a little restless today, I always feel like something is going to happen today!"

Finch packed up his papers and sat down next to Raymond: "I believe in your feelings, but I can't help it, we don't have any money." ”

Finch rubbed his forehead helplessly: "You know, I need to pay a fee to our backstage every week, but I can't even make up this fee now!"

Raymond leaned weakly on the back of the sofa: "Damn, they put in the least effort, but they take the most money!

Finch sighed: "This world is so unfair, Raymond, it has been unfair since we were born, some people are born high, food and clothing, and we have to run for the most basic survival needs, and even have to do this disgusting business, if there is a choice, who would want to hurt these innocent children." But...... We don't have a choice, we have to do it if we're going to survive in London!"

Raymond rudely interrupted Fincher: "Come on, whatever the reason, we will definitely go to hell after we die! But I don't care! I only care about my current life!"

Finch shrugged his shoulders and was about to say something, when he was interrupted by a voice from downstairs.

"Gentlemen, now please put down all your work, we are the police, and we are now going to search your warehouse!"

Raymond stood up with a stirring and rushed out the door.

When Raymond ran to the first floor of the warehouse, a group of police officers surrounded the gate, while warehouse workers stopped in front of the officers to prevent them from entering.

Raymond strode behind the worker, pushed away the worker in front of him, squeezed over to the officer with black hair and a rough beard standing at the front, and yelled at him: "What right do you have to search my warehouse! This is my private territory, you get out of here immediately!"

The police officer standing at the front stood straight: "Please get out of the way and cooperate with our police! We have received a report that we suspect you of human trafficking here!"

Raymond's eyes widened, and his face flushed: "You fart! Who do you think I am? I can ...... at any time."

Finch squeezed in from the crowd of workers and reached out to pat Raymond to stop him from continuing, Finch looked at the officer standing at the front: "Isn't this Sheriff Gregg?" Ah, sorry sorry, it should be Officer Gregg, after all, you have been demoted. ”

Greg didn't reply, his black beard trembling and his cheeks clenching.

Finch slowly circled around Gregg, "Officer Gregor, what are you doing here?"

Greg grimaced and looked at Finch, who was wandering in front of him: "We have received a report that you are trafficking in human beings here!

Finch tilted his head slightly, looked at him with a meaningful smile: "It seems that you haven't figured it out yet, you are basically a semi-public figure, we know where your home is, and we can even know your wife's appearance and name! For the sake of your wife's safety, get out of here!"

Greg couldn't hold back his temper any longer, grabbed Finch by the collar, and pulled him in front of his eyes: "Listen! My wife is very supportive of my career, and she won't let me go of any criminals even in danger!

Finch slapped Gregor's hand away and grimaced: "It seems that we have nothing to talk about, you can search, but you have to take out the search warrant first!"

Greg took the search warrant from his bosom and held it up in front of Finch to show him.

Finch looked at the search warrant carefully, and finally nodded, "Well, it looks like you did get permission!"

Finch turned and walked towards the warehouse, the workers got out of the way, Finch walked into the warehouse and stopped, and said in a low voice: "Kill them!"

The workers neatly put their hands into their clothes, took out the revolvers hidden in the clothes, and started shooting at the police officers outside the door!

Greg realized something was wrong when he saw Finch stop, and when Finch spoke, he slammed into the door, shouting to the other officers, "Hide!

Outside the warehouse door, there was a steady stream of gunfire, and Finch walked briskly to the second floor, pushed open the office door, picked up the phone on his desk, and began to draw.

Outside the warehouse, because of Gregor's timely warning, except for the two officers who did not react and were knocked to the ground, the other officers successfully hid in cover and began to counterattack.

Holding a revolver, Greg hid behind a wall, and from time to time he stretched out his body to shoot at the enemy, unaware that one of the enemies had managed to go around his back through the side door of the warehouse, raise the pistol behind him, and aim it at his back.

"Bang!!"