Sensing Beard's vigilance, Old Brown behaved like one of those hesitant old men, and he said cautiously.

"I heard you have those things here, I ...... I want to do some business. ”

Beard seemed a little unconscious, shaking his head and looking at Old Brown.

Old Brown didn't change his expression, showing that he had to buy it.

Seeing this, Beard didn't reply, just looked at old Brown and closed the iron door directly.

With a thud, the iron door closed.

Old Brown's pupils shrank slightly, but he didn't leave, and continued to stop where he was.

The identity of the old man can reduce the vigilance of these people, and at the same time, it also gives his words a certain authenticity.

What do people who sell dudu need most? A steady stream of people and resources are needed, just like a dealer who only charges a fee, they are not afraid of losing or winning or losing, they are afraid that you will not gamble.

Therefore, the people who sell du are not afraid that you will buy it, they are afraid that you will not buy enough.

After waiting for a few seconds, there was still no movement inside, Old Brown stretched out his hand and continued to knock on the iron door, before he could touch the iron door, the sound of soldiers continued to sound inside, and he quickly put away his hand.

Like Beard in front, the iron door first showed a small slit, but the person who came out was not Beard, but a man who was still thin.

The dark circles under his eyes, and the naked upper body covered with scars all show what kind of ingredients this person is, and he is a ghost!

"Doing business? What business? ”

The man seemed to have an itchy scalp, scratching his head all the time, and then scratching his face, all the while revealing a kind of stiffness and unnaturalness.

Old Brown pretended not to see and hesitated. "The stuff you sell, I've been told that I can buy what I want just by looking for you and Beard."

The man against the iron gate twisted his neck unnaturally, and his right hand scratched again on the scar that covered his chest, and he stared at Old Brown.

"How much are you going to buy?"

Old Brown didn't hesitate this time, nor did he say how much he wanted to buy, but chose to be very general.

"A lot."

"A lot?" The man at the iron gate stopped scratching and stared at Old Brown in confirmation. "Are you sure?"

Old Brown nodded.

Seeing this, the person who was leaning against the iron gate glanced behind Old Brown, then opened the iron door and tilted his head to signal.

"Then come in."

Seeing that the person in front of him did not mean to go in first, Old Brown walked in with a calm face.

As soon as he walked in, a pistol appeared suddenly in the right direction, directly against his temple.

Old Brown's expression remained unchanged, but he raised his hand and looked to the right, where there were three people, one fat and three thin, and the hero of the pistol was none other than Beard.

"I just wanted to buy something."

However, the men did not respond, but looked at the person who had closed the iron door again.

"No one."

Feeling the gaze, the person who closed the door scratched and said.

That's why Felton spoke out.

"Put the gun down, Beard."

Beard stared at Old Brown for a few seconds, then obediently lowered his pistol.

Old Brown also carefully withdrew his hand and looked straight at the fat man inside, he knew that this was the person in charge, but what he didn't expect was that the fat man's face was a typical Russian face.

"Russians?"

Before Old Brown could absorb this information, Felton inside observed him for a few seconds, then pulled out a small packet of white powder from his arms and said suddenly.

"Old man, you want to buy this?"

Old Brown came back to his senses in an instant, ignoring the four thin men around him, including Beard, and nodded silently.

Seeing this, Felton looked a little playful and nodded.

"Search, I want to see what's on this old man!"

As soon as these words fell, the four people who had been surrounding Old Brown suddenly took a few steps, two of them caught his movements, and two of them groped on him.

Although Old Brown was calm, there was a trace of impatience on his face, as if he hated what they were doing.

"I'm serious, if you don't want to sell, I'll leave immediately."

Felton didn't speak, and watched as his two men in charge of groping found only two heavy envelopes from the old man.

"Are you going to rob? Kid, this is not the way of business, you will scare away a lot of customers. ”

Hearing this, Felton glanced at Old Brown, beckoned his groping subordinates to come over, took the two envelopes in his hand, and then unsealed each one and took out the money inside to take a look.

After doing this, Felton looked at old Brown and said, "To buy so much?" ”

"Hmm."

Old Brown, still clamped, responded. "I also want to buy a gun."

As he spoke, Old Brown gestured for the pistol in Beard's hand.

"A gun like him."

Felton patted the two envelopes in his hand and continued to ask.

"What do you want to do when you die old man buys these things?"

Old Brown knew it was the last minute, and he took a deep breath.

"Suck it for my child at home, and as for the pistol, I'll wait for him to finish sucking, I'll give him a bullet, and I'll give myself a bullet......"

This was said very calmly, which made everyone present raise their eyebrows, and they were a little surprised when they stared at the old man.

"Huh." Felton let go of Old Brown and walked inside.

"Ruthless old man, I like it, come with me."

The rest of the skinny men also glanced at Old Brown and followed behind their boss.

Old Brown looked calm, and swept around the surroundings to keep up with the group of people by knowing what to do.

As a result, this one shocked him, and the killing intent towards the few people in front of him became stronger in his heart.

It's certainly not as ordinary as it seems. He thought that there would definitely be something inside, but he didn't expect that it would be so unconscionable.

On either side were small rooms made of wooden planks, each with a single piece of cloth hanging from a rope that was a door that obscured the view.

This arrangement could not hide anything at all, and old Brown could see through the gap that there were one girl after another, lying or sitting, all of different colors.

Some sat there in a daze, and some just lay like a silent corpse.

Some of them have their capes and they can't see their faces clearly, and they look up and don't move, which is like a dead person.

Some just watched him pass by in a daze, and there was no light in their eyes.

There are even people who are being abused......

Shocking, the more Old Brown looked at it, the more unbearable he became, and the anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger, so that his whole face was a little stiff.

Judging from the handcuffs that fell off or did not fall off and the syringes on the ground, the old man knew that these girls were imprisoned and free, and at the same time, they were injected with du products by these scumbags......