Chapter 11: From One Purgatory to Another (I)

In early autumn, in eastern Ukraine, in a remote village in the Donbas region

The rude laughter of soldiers and thugs, the desperate screams of women and children, the rising black smoke, the rumbling of cannon in the distance, the croaking of crows, the Nazi flags fluttering in the wind, and the frantic shouts of "Kill the Russians, kill more Russians......

With the arrival of a group of thugs with banners, this once quiet and laid-back small Russian village fell into hell in an instant.

-- Some people may think that this scene was born in the era of the Soviet-German war, which made the blood of military fans boil, but in fact it was in the 21st century, when the smoke of World War II had long since dissipated. As for these Hitler admirers with Nazi flags and mostly bald tattoos, they are not "noble Germans", but a separate battalion of the National Guard sent by the Kiev government to suppress "terrorists in the east".

In short, after a lapse of 70 years, this land where the Soviet Red Army and Nazi Germany fought to the death finally floated the non-character flag again.

Every qiē is like history repeating itself.

However, the Soviet Red Army, which once defended the land with a sickle and hammer flag, is now gone.

One of the best garden villas in the village, which had been requisitioned by the independent battalion from Kyiv, was now fitted with a full set of mobile hospital surgical equipment, connected to miniature emergency motors, and the smell of disinfectant and blood stained everywhere, as well as people in white coats coming and going from time to time...... But one glance at the "human circle" in the backyard of the villa, fenced off by a high-voltage power grid, the civilians and prisoners who are tied up and crying out in despair, and the corpses piled up in the trench outside the door, waiting to be buried, know that this is not a field hospital, but a Nazi-style death camp.

In the same way, these guys in white coats are not white-clothed angels who save lives, but demon doctors who have lost their conscience - after every "operation", there will be several or even a dozen disemboweled** corpses, which are thrown out like plague pigs that have failed quarantine in the slaughterhouse, making this place not only like the cannibalistic lair of the abyssal demon, but also like the bloody altar of the Mayan civilization in Central America to sacrifice the living.

-- In order to extract money from prisoners more efficiently, the modern concentration camp no longer uses "backward and wasteful" gas chambers.

With a few shrill horns, a Humvee military vehicle slowly drove into the courtyard of the villa, and down stepped a bearded man wearing a camouflage uniform, with a strap-on on his head, and looking like an officer. Before he could enter the house, he saw two doctors in white coats, pulling out a brown boy from the house who had been disemboweled, without even stitches, with a cart, and threw it directly into the trench outside the door like garbage.

Seeing this, the sentry standing at the door skillfully unloaded his rifle and injected a bullet into the young man's forehead, "helping" the unfortunate young man who had just had his organs removed and did not know whether he was dead or alive to relieve his pain, and also to clear the end of their criminal deeds.

“…… Good afternoon, Dr. Hans. Seeing this, the bearded Ukrainian officer quickly stepped forward to stop a doctor in a white coat and greeted him in somewhat stiff German, "...... How's it going, are you free right now? ”

“…… Well, it's okay now, just now it was already the last raw material scheduled to be processed today,. There is no surgery to be done. ”

Dr. Hans from Germany washed his hands by the sink and pouted at the corpse of the young man who had just been thrown into the trench, "...... But didn't I ask you to come over in the morning on the radio? Why has it been delayed until now? ”

“…… Sorry, doctor, but I really can't get out of it in the morning. There are some soldiers on the front line who are slacking off their work and making trouble, they say that they have served in the front line for three months, reaching the time specified in the contract, although they have not fought any hard battles, but they have also suffered a lot, and the food is even worse than that of dogs, and every day there is only black leba bread, which is enough to be worthy of this ZH flag, and now they are either let go home, or give them a salary increase and improve their food. The Ukrainian officer lamented, "...... It's useless for me to talk about it, but many of the people who make trouble are the children of my old friends, and even my relatives and nephews, so I really can't suppress them, so in the end I have to pay some money for the passage and let them go home. ”

“…… Isn't that to be expected? Dr. Hans whistled, then lit a cigarette and smoked...... Seriously, people like you have to pay for food, clothing, housing and transportation at your own expense, you need to buy guns for war, you need to pay for medicine when you are injured, and your monthly salary is only a dozen dollars and you have to be in arrears. ”

“…… Yes, we poor Ukrainian heroes who can't drink vodka can't compare with you fat civil servants and young soldiers raised by Germans with beer and sausages. Even the field rations supported by the United States were sold on the black market by the Kiev authorities, but not a single one was found on the front line.

Alas, since we can't count on that damn Kyiv authorities to feed us with money, then we can only do it ourselves, waste it, and make money with these damn Russians. It's all for democracy and freedom in Ukraine," the bearded Ukrainian major sighed, "...... Forget it, let's stop talking nonsense, I'm short on time. Has the money arrived over there in Berlin? ”

“…… Well, the payment for the last batch has already been called. Two hundred euros per kidney and six hundred euros per heart...... After deducting the intermediary's labor fees and erasing the fraction, the total amount is 25,000 euros. You can check your account now. ”

Dr. Hans shrugged his shoulders and instructed his aide to hand the Ukrainian officer a laptop with a satellite dish attached.

“…… Oh, that's the black-hearted price given by Grandet or the Jews," the Ukrainian major complained with some displeasure as he checked his account, but did not raise any further objections - after all, such a business would not have been possible without the German doctor and the organization behind him...... By the way, doctor, you seem to have said on the military radio before, and today there is a new 'business,' ”

“…… Well, yes, the hospital in Berlin has just placed a new order for 7 hearts, 9 kidneys, 6 lungs. But it is required that these organs must be removed from the body of the living, not from the body of the deceased. Otherwise, the product is of poor quality and may be rejected. ”

Dr. Hans handed over another fax and said to the Ukrainian major, "...... By the way, because there are a few patients who are almost unable to hold on, so this order is urgent, it is best to arrive within a week, I hope you can send at least thirty raw materials, come here, it should be no problem"

“…… No problem? Hell, the situation at the front line has not been good lately, those rebels have received a lot of money from Putin, and they are on a counteroffensive, and we already have several independent battalions and independent brigades surrounded on our side, and my troops may retreat at any time, where is the effort to help you capture so many raw materials? The Ukrainian major pursed his lips and looked up at the "circle of people" behind a barbed wire fence, where there were still several huddled figures, "...... Aren't there still some people locked up over there, why don't you let them go? ”

“…… Why not use them? Do you think that modern organ transplantation is as simple as finding a living person or a fresh corpse, removing the heart, liver, lungs and kidneys, then wrapping them in oiled paper, sending them back to Germany in a postal package, and finally installing them on the patient?

If that were the case, Mr. Major, every crematorium or field hospital would have made a fortune on corpses

In fact, we must keep a sufficient number of living people in captivity in advance, and undergo a series of tedious medical examinations while they are alive, at least the basic examination items such as blood routine, liver function, and color must be qualified, and they must be matched with the patients who need transplantation. Otherwise, it is possible to cause rejection after the transplant operation, which is not as good as not transplanting.

In addition, the harvested organs must be stored in special containers, not casually stuffed in the refrigerator, and even then they must not be stored for too long, not for 24 hours at most, otherwise they can only be used as specimens. Therefore, when we start to remove the organs, the German side has to prepare for the operation of the patient at the same time, and if there is a delay in any of these links, the organ deal will be in vain."

In the spirit of the rigid spirit peculiar to the Germans, Dr. Hans reprimanded the major with an arrogant face, "In short, I have disposed of all the 'raw materials' that can be used here." The rest of these people can't even pass the blood test, how do you let me use it? Do you want to pluck off their entrails and make a soup of offal? Mr. Major, if you want more money, please send me more raw materials, come here"

“…… Okay, okay, I see, but there are really no more prisoners of war, and it's very troublesome to arrest people in nearby villages - our organ business somehow seems to leak some rumors, and there may be people from the European Union coming to investigate recently, and it suggests that we need to be a little more restrained......"

The Ukrainian major spat bitterness at the German doctor, but then the conversation changed, "...... However, I still have a few deserters from other units in my hands, and I originally planned to shoot them in public, so I'll send them all to you now, and I can sell them for as much as I want......"

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On the other side, in the "human circle" behind the high-voltage power grid, Sophie, who had just been thrown here for less than a day, but was already in rags and had bruises at the corners of her mouth, hugged Sonya, who was trembling slightly in her arms, and stared at the two humanoid demons talking in the courtyard with desperate and resentful eyes.

Despite the warm sunlight shining down on her, she only felt a bone-chilling cold.

God, they are openly selling the human organs of their fellow human beings, treating living humans as lambs in slaughterhouses

Damn these neo-Nazis, who are brazenly preaching democracy and freedom, are doing this crazy evil behind their backs, what is the difference between the German Nazi SS who used human skin as a lampshade seventy years ago?

I thought that after so many years after World War II, Europeans should become a little more civilized...... Sophie thought to herself in despair.

The two villains, who were plotting to kill people and sell their organs, seemed to have failed to see the "raw materials" behind the barbed wire as human beings, or thought they did not understand German. But Sophie had learned German very fluently twenty years earlier – from the crotch of a German prostitute

Twenty years have passed, and she has changed from an innocent and kind pure girl to a dust girl who is proficient in bed skills. However, compared to the Ukrainian golden girls who were addicted to drugs or AIDS and died in a foreign country, Sophie originally thought that she was lucky, because she finally survived those unbearable years, and returned to her hometown with the savings of years of selling her body and rebuilt her own home.

However, this luck came to an abrupt end this year - as if in the blink of an eye, the overwhelming flames and smoke of war tore apart the poorest country in Europe, and the house she had built with her life savings was burned to the ground in the war. Ms. Sophie, who had lost her home again, joined the militia guerrillas in a fit of rage, but she was really not a good woman to carry a gun, and unfortunately fell behind and was captured when she participated in the battle for the first time last night. After that, she was humiliated and beaten before being thrown into this death camp.

Next, Sophie saw with her own eyes what is a more cruel purgatory on earth.

“…… Last week, they arrested our family. The day before yesterday they took away Dad, yesterday they took Mom again, and they never came back...... My sister and brother were killed by shells last month, and it's probably going to be my turn, auntie guerrilla. ”

Sonya, the little golden girl lying in her arms, told her tragic grief experience in an indescribable wooden tone, "...... I've heard the story of Zoya and Shura, and I know what the Nazis are going to do to me. I don't have a home anymore, so I'm not afraid of death, really...... But, partisan aunt, please sue me, will your men defeat these Nazis and avenge us? ”

“…… Yes," replied Sophie, sobbing and sobbing - what a lovely child, as delicate as a flower, but now withering under the clutches of the Nazis," ...... Our ancestors defeated the Nazis, and we will defeat the neo-Nazis now."

With tears in her eyes, she comforted Sonia and was pleased to see a smile on the little girl's lips.

Although this still does not change the desperate fate of their disembowelments and corpses.

However, at this moment, Sophie felt the mobile phone in the inner pocket of her clothes, and suddenly there was a vibration - after being captured last night, those enemies seemed to be quite layman, and they didn't search her very carefully, so that Sophie successfully brought the phone in.

However, this place has been scorched to the ground, and there is still a mobile phone signal?

Sophie thought suspiciously, but while vigilantly watching the movements of the guards, she carefully turned on her mobile phone - she had already made up her mind, even if she couldn't see the dawn of victory with her own eyes, even if she couldn't wait for the rescue of her comrades, even if she and Sonia might not be able to leave here alive, she would at least spread the tragic situation here, so that everyone who still had kindness and justice in their hearts knew what atrocities these mad neo-Nazis had committed......

Then, she and Sonia were on the screen of their phone and saw a strange dialog box:

“…… Want to know the meaning of life? Want to ...... Alive? 🤔 What does this mean? ”

Sophie and Sonia exchanged a confused look, and then Sonia tried to hold out her finger and press "ye".

In the next moment, there was darkness before their eyes......

And then, the two ill-fated golden women, one big and one young, disappeared from the death camps of the neo-Nazis.

- Although, it seems that it is just a jump from one purgatory to another......

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