The car stopped about 20 minutes later, and it seems that the gang was quite cautious and did not choose to commit crimes near their lair.

When Tang Mo got out of the car, the first thing he saw was a tall wooden fence, more than a person high, and it was wrapped with barbed wire.

At the entrance, there were several strong men who were also tall, sitting on chairs, smoking cigarettes with their legs crossed.

Cigarettes are a luxury in the last days, and it seems that they have not touched porcelain to good things, and they are rich in oil.

"Brother Tiger, do you think the girls I brought back this time are quite handsome?"

The man in the car got down triumphantly and talked triumphantly to the man sitting in the center of the earring at the door.

The man took the cigarette butt off his mouth, then stood up and looked at Tang Mo from top to bottom.

Then nodded with satisfaction, the woman brought back this time was different from the previous dirty, yellow-skinned and thin women, and it was a high-end product at first glance.

"Explain it, don't touch this woman anyone, I'll keep it useful."

Brother Tiger is obviously the leader of this small gang, and this place can exist for so long, so naturally it has touched someone else's cake.

And Tang Mo is the "gift" that Brother Tiger is going to take to make some connections.

"Throw her into the house too, give her a better meal, and don't make me hungry."

Hearing the house, the little girl's shoulders visibly shrunk, as if she had thought of something terrible.

I could feel that the house was a terrible existence for the little girl.

Tang Mo was led into the high fence, feeling as if he had walked into a prison before the end of the world.

The fence is not very large, and it is roughly divided into three areas.

At the closest place to the exit, there are several houses, and there are still people in and out of them, most of them men, and when they see strange women coming in, their eyes are shining green, like groups of wolves.

The houses in the middle are obviously much more advanced, both in size and in terms of exterior decoration.

Tang Mo couldn't guess what kind of house it was, maybe it was where the tiger brother lived at the gate of the base just now?

After walking back for a while, in the far corner of the base, there were two dilapidated houses nestled next to each other, standing alone.

It may not be accurate to say that the house is more like two huge warehouses, each of which is rectangular in shape, about one or two hundred square meters.

The house itself has windows, but they are sealed with iron plates and nails, and no sunlight can penetrate it, like a huge sealed container.

There is only one door to the warehouse, and a huge lock hangs on the outside, which can only be opened from the outside.

The man unlocked the door of one of the warehouses and pushed the little girl inside.

"Sister, my name is Xiao Mantou."

The little girl summoned up the courage to shout at the last second of entering.

The door was slowly closed, and Tang Mo finally looked inside the crack in the door, only to see a gloom, as if there was only a faint light, and there was no trace of sunlight.

A door that completely separates the inside and the outside into two different worlds.

However, there was not much time left for Tang Mo to sigh, and soon Tang Mo was sent to another house next to him.

"Stay in there honestly, don't mess with me."

The man confessed.

"As long as you settle down a little, you will eat and drink."

Looking at Tang Mo's clean face, the man couldn't help but want to touch it.

But I thought of Brother Hu's explanation at the end, and finally stopped thinking.

Here, there is no good end for those who go against Brother Tiger's will, and the most important thing here is women, so there is no need to provoke Brother Tiger for this.

After the door was closed, Tang Mo squinted his eyes and adapted to the dark environment here for a while.

I opened my eyes again and looked at it carefully.

The entire warehouse is rectangular in shape and is divided into two areas.

One area is the dormitory, all bunk beds with only simple straw and a sheet on top, as well as a quilt and pillow.

Probably because of the lack of water resources, in order to resist dirt, the quilt of both the bed sheets and the pillow is pure black, which makes people more depressed.

At a glance, there were about a hundred or so beds, and almost half of them were now occupied.

On the other side was a row of tables next to the wall, presumably for the people to eat or freshen up, with many basins under the row of tables and no chairs.

The arrival of the newcomer did not make the people here have any superfluous reactions and expressions.

Everyone is still doing their own thing as usual.

In fact, there is nothing to do here, that is, lying on his own bed.

There are no entertainment facilities, and life is so boring that there is nothing else to do but sleep.

It stands to reason that the new women should give this group of women a little new fun and gossip, but it is a bit unusual to be so quiet now.

Tang Mo could only feel a lot of eyes constantly looking at him, but there was no one who really came up to talk.

There were about forty people in the warehouse, all of them women in their teens and thirties.

Tang Mo didn't have to think about it to know what kind of place this was.

It seems that the industrial chain of this gang is still quite rich, a warehouse of children, a warehouse of women, they have not lost a single thing of conscience.

Tang Mo found a bunk in the corner and settled down.

The corner was damp and dark, and no one wanted to live in it when the beds were still surplus, so the few beds next to Tang Mo were empty.

The backpack Tang Mo had already emptied and was also taken away at this time.

She crept up and replaced the bed with sheets, pillows, and quilt covers of the same color in her space.

Fortunately, it was pure black, and she could find the same replacement, otherwise if it was a special pattern, she would really have to settle for it.

The underside of the sheets was also covered with a layer of soft cushions, and Tang Mo felt much more comfortable.

I raised my hand and looked at my ID watch, and it was still able to use it normally.

I looked at the other women again, and the wrists were already empty, and the little steamed bun just now didn't wear an ID watch on his hand.

It seems that this gang has a special way to take off the ID watch in their hands, and it is no wonder that they dare to be so arrogant and cruel to women and children in the vicinity of Huaxi City.

In the eyes of those men, Tang Mo came here voluntarily, not forced, and it was the first time they had seen such a situation.

There was no resistance or struggle at all, and they forgot the step of taking off her ID watch.

Tang Mo moved his ID watch upwards and covered it with his sleeve.

"Little sister, look at your appearance, have you been in contact with this before?"

Just as Tang Mo was about to lie down, a woman in her thirties came to her bed and greeted her.

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