There is more than one photo sent.

Ethan looked at the green nails, and continued to flip down another bloody severed hand, only this time it was dry and thin black, but it could still be seen to be a woman's hand.

And then there are two more severed hands.

One is full of dirt, the other is white and fat.

He flipped back with a blank face, and Jaber sent another video file.

Dotted on it and opened it casually.

The picture shook, a large room appeared in front of him, the roar of Eastern European Maozi also came from the mobile phone, of course, there was no lack of screams of pain and sobbing, and the four people in the camera were hung upside down with ropes.

"Ahh

"Don't~"

"Please, we don't know him."

The men were all stripped of their clothes, and a sturdy Eastern European man was practicing boxing in front of these meat targets, and the sound of begging for mercy kept ringing.

Turn your phone around and keep your eyes on it.

Despite being beaten, his nose and face were swollen, and his face was blurred with blood.

But I can vaguely recognize that the two women, one black and one brown, are the two female bodhisattvas in the subway last night, and the gray-faced guy is the homeless man, and the other person is completely unknown.

"Click."

Place your phone on your desktop.

Ethan didn't care that this was someone else's place, so he took out his cigarette and lit it.

The lighter's dancing flame set his eyes on fire.

Although he didn't know how Jaber got these things, but now that everything was clear and where the gunman against him came from, he took a deep puff of his cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke.

The three people next to him looked at each other, completely confused.

But judging by their expressions, they knew that Ethan must have understood something, and waited quietly for the other party's words.

The picture in the mobile phone is in full view.

The scream made Harold hurriedly pick up the wine glass and take a sip, this kind of terrifying scene was the first time he had seen it, although the broken arms were tied, they were still dripping with blood.

This made his face turn blue and white, and it was only with the help of the liquor that he suppressed the feeling of wanting to vomit.

Xiao on the side pursed his mouth tightly and looked at it expressionlessly.

The video finished playing quickly.

It's just beating people and screaming, and nothing else.

Biting a cigarette, he took out his mobile phone and called Jabber, who quickly answered but did not speak.

"It's me!"

Ethan rubbed his head and said in a muffled voice: "It's a bit complicated, but I've already done it here, the gang that hacked my phone is not an enemy, what's going on on your side?" ”

"Hmm."

Jia Bo snorted and said coldly: "I believe you know the other three people, and the last one is a friend I met in a nightclub." ”

"If you're not mistaken."

The other side breathed a sigh of relief, he gritted his teeth and said, "That mom Jayak Fake should have found the subway station where we got on the train through the homeless, and then searched a few nightclubs nearby and found someone who knew me." ”

"Those photos and videos were sent to the phone where I went out."

Nine times out of ten, that's just the way it is.

Jabber is a nightclub creature who often wanders around these places.

It's normal to have a few acquaintances.

And last night, only the homeless man saw which subway entrance he and Jaber had entered, and they pushed all the way backwards, and it was not difficult to find someone who knew them by the means of these gang members.

As for why Harold didn't receive Jaber's social security number.

This is perfectly normal.

Maybe Jia Bo doesn't have a social security number at all, people like him have long since erased their original data, and even the name Jia Bo is not necessarily his real name.

“OK。”

Ethan nodded silently and continued to ask, "You should have contact information, right?" Those people don't send you videos just for fun! ”

"Yes."

On the other side of the phone, Jia Bo nodded: "I also sent a number to come, but I haven't contacted it yet." ”

The place where he was located, in a small apartment.

There were several firearms on the coffee table in front of him, and his little boyfriend Jonny was pressing the bullets into the magazine, looking murderous.

Our bald hackers are also grumpy.

Seeing those guys capture their friends and cut off a hand, no matter who they are, even the most vicious Mexican pro-independence gang, Jaber is going to run into that.

"Send me the number."

Listening to the sound of the bolt being pulled on the other side, Ethan smiled slightly.

Hanging up the phone, feeling the gaze falling on him, he grabbed the bottle and poured himself a full glass of whiskey.

"Just last night."

Putting down the bottle, he grabbed the glass and looked at Harold: "I came out of a nightclub with a friend, and met a few thugs on the subway who were bullying two branch girls, and then those thugs tried to bully me. ”

"You should be able to guess how things are going."

Biting on a cigarette, Ethan smiled and dialed the green nail back from the phone on the table, and said with a sigh: "What a good girl, she was still worried about her child's tuition last night." ”

"I also heard her tell her friends that if she really can't do it, she can only pick up a few more customers, even if she is tired, she can't do anything."

"It's all about life!"

"Mr. Harold."

Taking a sip of whiskey, he looked at the man with glasses happily: "But now her hands have been cut off, what price can you say for a crippled branch girl in the future?" ”

"How else do you live?"

Ethan felt guilty in his heart now, extremely guilty.

Because of his impulsiveness, these people were angry, if it weren't for him, the two female bodhisattvas who were humiliated last night would not have become mutilated.

What else can a prostitute with her hands cut off.

The unhurried voice echoed in the library room, and anyone could hear the murderous intent in it.

Harold nervously pushed his glasses, the cause and effect of the incident were already clear, it must be that there were people from the Eastern European gang among the gangsters, who were revenge for last night's incident.

And there is no doubt that the man in front of him is about to transform from a victim to a perpetrator!

He hurriedly looked at Reese, who was silently sipping his wine, not at all trying to speak, and although he was already well-informed, this level of abuse was extremely rare.

So Reece wasn't sure if he wanted to stop the other party.

Or help.

Shaw was still drinking whiskey, albeit at a much slower pace, and she looked coldly at Ethan's phone on the table.

The image was fixed on the woman who was hung upside down, which was a form of extreme humiliation, and a punishment that made her feel extremely angry.

"Boom."

Before Harold could think about how to answer, he received a number from Jaber on his phone.

Ethan took a cigarette in his mouth and pulled it out. (End of chapter)