No!

No!

You have to believe that our ancestors only wanted us to live happily because they remembered hatred, but the truth is that remembering hatred does not change anything, nor does it make us happy, it only makes us kill and exclude each other.

So if we want to be happy, we can only live happier if we forget hatred, strife, and greed, and only if we identify ourselves as a whole, and only when we agree that the essence of the world is that all things are one, so I think this is also a situation that our ancestors were happy to see.

"Here they are, that's their drug-making base." The little boy stood on the top of the hill and pointed to a dilapidated factory area in the col.

I saw that the houses in the factory area were all improvised bricks and asbestos tiles, and I could vaguely see a few dirty people busy in the yard, and the roar of electrical equipment echoed in my ears, which at first glance looked a bit like a small makeshift workshop.

I asked the little boy if he was sure that Chubby was inside, and the little boy nodded and said, "Yes, it's the fat man they took away, but I don't know what happened now." ”

"Well, thank you for bringing me here, and we'll say goodbye." I say.

The little boy showed a trace of reluctance on his face, pursed his thick lips and said, "Well, goodbye, you are a good person, be careful of them, there are a lot of them." ”

"I know, you go home and take care of your sister, you are a man, you are the pillar of the family, don't forget your original intention."

As I spoke, I began to slide down the barren slope to the dirt road outside the factory, where it seemed to have just rained, and there were many puddles of water everywhere, and the fresh ruts on the road told me that a large truck had just passed.

Of course, now I don't dare to blatantly walk through the gate, but still walk down the wilderness towards the red brick courtyard wall with a high-voltage power grid. After a while I got a lot of prickly weeds on my pant legs, I didn't know what kind of thing it was, I just thought it was a hindrance, but I knew it was a way for it to thrive.

The red bricks of the courtyard wall have been somewhat weathered, and they are full of traces of time, so I speculate that this drug-making base must be some years old, and I don't know how many harmful things it can provide every year.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Then I faintly heard a woman's crying, it was a faint voice, but I thought she was only a wall away from me, and then I heard the laughter of several men, who I guessed were molesting women.

According to the voice, I judged that there were at least three men inside, and in order to make sure I pulled out the Red Moon Sword and cut off a brick, in fact, the process was not difficult for me at all, it was as easy as peeling a piece of tofu.

In a moment I quietly pried off a brick, and through the empty wall I saw a naked young woman lying on the messy bed, she was thin, her hair was messy, and there was a lot of undried filth on her body. The woman was in a bad spirit, and she seemed to be dying, but I knew that it was a drug addiction that had completely deprived her of her mind.

Next to them were three scruffy men, shirtless with only trousers or large trousers, slippers under their feet, and many stains on their dark feet. At the moment they were sitting around a square table with beer dishes, smoking cigarettes and chatting and chatting, because they spoke the local dialect so I didn't understand the specifics, but it was definitely related to the woman.

"Look, are you really going to get an injection?"

The long-haired man in ripped denim shorts said to the woman with a dirty needle in his hand, and the woman opened her eyelids slightly, and then crawled over excitedly like a dog that saw its owner.

The reason why I describe it this way is because she still has a finger-thick iron chain around her neck, one end confined to the iron bed, and the distance is so close that she keeps tugging, as if she has long forgotten that it is her own neck.

This drew laughter from the men, and the man in the jeans was still not satisfied, so he asked the woman to make a few humiliating poses as he wanted, and the women did so one by one. Finally the jeans man stretched out his dirty, smelly feet and said, "Come, lick him clean and I'll give it to you." ”

The woman was still obedient like a sheep for the sake of drugs, kneeling there as if licking ice cream, completely ignoring the dirty and smelly feet.

Then the man in the pants said, "Okay, give it to her, we won't be happy if she dies." ”

The man next to him also agreed: "Yes, yes, the boss also asked us to deal with the fat man." ”

As soon as I heard that the fat man began to pry the wall again, the man in jeans put away his stinky feet and threw the syringe to the woman, so he said in disappointment: "What kind of yellow fat man from TM, he doesn't eat hard and soft, he was shot according to me, what are you trying to interrogate?" ”

The woman picked up the syringe, pinched the pillow that was bent on the bend, squeezed out the potion to expel the air, and was very satisfied with the needle stuck in her thigh.

"What can we do, Boss." The man in the pants stood up as he spoke, came to the woman's side, pried her legs open, and began an unsightly picture.

The other two glanced at the man in the pants with disdain: "You TM is here again, didn't you just do it just now?" ”

The man in the pants looked at the roof: "Hmph, what do you know, those who do our business can live one more day and enjoy it." ”

"I've enjoyed the fart, I just can't see you, it's over, it's time for Lao Tzu to come.

The woman's moans tickled their lust, and they were so unaware that I had dug a hole in the back wall, so much so that when I got behind them, they were still arguing over who would come first.

I backhanded the jeans man sitting at the table, and slashed the man who was arguing with the pants man, but I didn't have time to dispose of the pants man, he opened his mouth in fright, but he raised his hands without making a sound.

"Hehe, don't kill me, don't kill me, I'll say whatever you want to know, I will give it to you if you want this woman."

I glanced at him, and then looked at the woman, only to see her covering her eyes, trembling, and chanting, "Don't kill me, I don't see anything......"

The man in the pants seemed to be more anxious than me, and scolded in a suppressed voice, "Don't make a sound, bitch." ”

I said you can not kill him, but you have to tell me where the fat yellow man is, and the man in the pants nodded in cringe: "Okay, he ..... He's ....."

Although I looked at the woman on the surface, I kept an eye on the fat man, and the moment his hand sneaked up on the pistol hanging on the hanger, I swung my sword and slashed at his arm.

"Don't scream, dare to squeak and I'll cut off your head." I warned.

Of course, I didn't do this to vent my personal anger, but I noticed that there were a lot of cigarette butts burned on the woman's private parts, and although I don't know who burned them, I knew that he must have been indispensable.

(End of chapter)