A sharp dagger pressed against Sinclair's heart: "Be honest, lie down, don't move." ”

Sinclair lay down helplessly, and then, helplessly, listened to the sound of the horse's hooves of the mounted police fading away.

His eyes were covered with a thick black cloth, and he didn't know where he had been.

If the threat these guys just made is true, it means that they are temporarily safe until they reach the slaughterhouse, and if they can't escape before then......

Damn, Aurora doesn't know what's going on.

She must have noticed something abnormal, and she would definitely report it in time......

With a bang, his chest was heavily stepped on by a big man: "Is it right to run away in the middle of thinking?"

Sinclairton's eyes darkened.

"Look, what's in the sleeve, oh yes, isn't this the blade we sent? She must have gone to report the crime now, right? But what's the use? You know, it's not just the black-hearted factory owner who hates you. ”

The big man smiled: "It's a pity, it seems that she will taste the sausage provided by the police master first." ”

There was a lewd laugh in the carriage.

Sinclair's heart was bleeding.

"I don't know who gave you this kind of stupid courage, you know, you are not only challenging a factory, but all the factory owners who have made a fortune together! Declare war on money in an era where money is supreme, hehe, fool, let future generations praise your courage......

With a thud, the carriage shook violently, almost shaking the people in the carriage under their seats.

The hapless Sinclair hit his head on the leg guard of the chair and picked up the boss's bag.

The big man at the head asked embarrassedly, "What's wrong?"

The coachman is also on fire: "There are people who are not afraid of death to stop the car,, the road is also blocked!"

The big man at the head picked up a crack in the curtain, glanced at it and put it down: "It's troublesome, there must be five or six hundred people, and the factory is blocked!

The man asked, "What then?" Let's go around the back door and go in......

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen young men dressed as students held flags of various colors and tin horns, and ran by the side of the car breathlessly, shouting as they ran: "There are several back doors in the Weikeqi factory, all blocked, all blocked, don't let them escape!"

Several big men looked at each other.

"Boss, this formation...... I'm afraid, for a while, I won't be able to get in. What to do?"

"yes, we can't stop here. ”

The leader was obviously bold enough to raise the curtains: "Hey, boys, we're going to the Wei Tak Factory, what's going on up ahead?"

A student said indignantly: "This big brother, you must not go! Wei Teqi mixed the spoiled rotten meat into the good meat to make sausages and ate people to death! More than 60 people were poisoned! These black-hearted factory owners deserve to die!"

The leader was furious and slapped his thigh: "Damn, the rumors turned out to be true, the Governor will never allow such a thing!"

"You ......"

"The special investigation team of the Governor's Palace!" said the leader, raising his finger and "shh

The student's eyes lit up with excitement: "Great, great......"

The leader said anxiously: "How can we get in? If we delay for one more minute, they will destroy one more piece of evidence!"

"No problem!" the student handed over a book, "You hold this battle letter and make sure that no one will stop you!"

The leader took a look and was dumbfounded.

"The Slaughterhouse" - Sinclair".

"Your Excellency," the student asked excitedly, "Your Excellency the Governor will send someone to clean them up, won't you?"

"Don't worry, brave young man, the Governor will definitely give you an explanation!

The leader held aloft the captor's masterpiece, and the car drove all the way into the depths of the factory.

The leader motioned for his men to loosen Sinclair's blindfold, then smiled and held up the book and shook it at him: "You are such a great character, and now, you are really going to be sent to the death of your own book, great writer—it's okay, brothers, get rid of him." ”

Sinclair spat twice and looked at the thugs with pity: "You are wrong. I'm going to write it even if I die, it's for you!"

"For that bullshit justice?" the leader smiled coldly, "You must not have been rolling in the slums, have you? As for the others, the horse's and get off!"

Sinclair was roughly dragged out of the car, pushed and shoved again, to the roaring meat grinder.

The meat grinder lay on the ground, like a huge demon, the inlet has been opened, and the black hole is the throat of the demon; the huge spiral shaft blade head makes a rumbling roar, like the roar of a hellish demon; the strong rancid smell hits the brain, it is the breath of the demon; the scarlet flesh is entangled in the flesh grinding holes of countless black holes, and is carried by the knife head to whirl, weaving into a dark and bright red nightmare.

Sinclair's legs were shaking, and he had seen this cruel and horrific sight for the first time.

"Mr. Sinclair, it's a good thing!" a well-dressed man with gold-rimmed glasses held out his hand enthusiastically, "The contemptible man is Dai Lock, the business manager of the processing department of the Weitqi Meat Factory. I have the pleasure of reading your masterpiece, it is really like Hong Zhong Dalu, deafening. ”

"If you still have a shred of justice and conscience, please join me in exposing this darkness. ”

"No, no, don't get me wrong. I'm just talking about things. I hate you more than anyone else, and it's my idea to grind you into minced meat. I heard that you squatted in our factory for seven weeks in order to write a book, and this courage is really not easy. The idiot foreman, the auditor, and the supervisor of your shift who recruited you into the factory are already one step ahead of you. Now, it's your turn. ”

"You inhumanizing bastards!"

"Seven weeks, that's a little shorter. Moreover, you have not fully understood the slaughtering and primary processing links, but now, please enjoy the rare scene of ordinary people, the internal structure of the meat grinder. We also want to know if the flesh and blood of great writers are particularly bright and tender. Don't worry, your pregnant wife will come in soon to join you. ”

"Bastard, asshole!"

Dellok patted Sinclair's face lightly: "Great writer, don't dream. Even if you die, you won't get anything back. Your enemies are all vested interests in the system, retailers, officials, police, and even candidates for the next governor. Tell me, what can you change?"

"Your black-hearted intestines have killed more than sixty people, and if you don't stop them, you will kill six hundred, six thousand, sixty thousand!"

"Oh, that's a wonderful pun, 'black heart-intestines', or 'black-heart', worthy of a great writer, so you can add some red and white to it, and make it richer in color - do it!"

Sinclair was bent down by two big men, and with a terrible scream, he was thrown into the inlet of the black hole.