night.

Came very quickly.

Winter also seems particularly gloomy.

More than a dozen cars parked at the entrance of the amusement park. Dozens of Asians got off the car. The security guards at the evening show felt their scalps were numb.

Who would jump out at this time?

With a salary to buy tea eggs, do you still want to sell your boyfriend?

Even if the amusement park is smashed, at worst you will be fired, but if you are beaten, do you think the capitalists will pay for your medical expenses?

They will pay a team of lawyers to sue you for blackmail.

Therefore, professional ethics must be equal to money.

The boss gives you 2,000 a month. Good guy, how about you take this little money and give him 996?

Sir, it’s hard for me to help you with your little money.

"Cousin." Nie Zhenbang was standing anxiously at the door. When he saw Gao Jun getting out of the car, he hurried over, grabbed his shoulders, and said helplessly, "Wenwen is gone, she can't be found.

"

"Calm down, calm down." Gao Jun clapped his hand, glanced at Tonikov behind him, who nodded, and rushed into the amusement park with everyone.

Start a carpet search inside.

"Tell me what happened in the middle."

"I went to the vending machine to buy Coke, and Wenwen went to buy ice cream, but when I came back, I didn't see her. Even the stall was gone. I searched the entire amusement park and didn't see her...

"

Gao Jun's expression was serious. Huo Bingkun stood next to him, holding a cigarette and wearing a black suit with a blue shirt underneath and an open collar. He shook his head when he heard this, "I'm afraid he encountered human trafficking."

These words shocked Nie Zhenbang and his eyes widened.

"Are you sure?" Gao Jun also frowned and turned back.

There are too many extreme trades in this world. Arms, drugs, and human trafficking have become the three main black trades. Moreover, according to a survey by the United Nations Human Rights Organization, between 1980 and 1990, there were approximately more than 1.2 million to 7.8 million illegal slaves.

And they predict that after the rapid development of the Internet, this number will reach about 34 million!

There were five adult women among the ten people. What were they sold for?

You can tell with your toes.

Don't think that this world is very clean, just because you are poor and have no access to high-level "evil!"

"People who are poor, invisible and have no voice have lived in peace for a thousand years."

The cigarette flew upwards, confusing Huo Bingkun's eyes. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out, and nodded, "This is what the Thai gang does here. They transport people to Southeast Asia, and then sell them through shipping.

In the red light district of the world, I can contact him first."

"Call him." Gao Jun pointed at Huo Bingkun and said.

"Understood." He nodded, took the phone from Ma Zai, and stood far away to call the Thai guy.

"Don't worry, they will definitely be found." Gao Jun glanced at Nie Zhenbang, then looked at Huo Bingkun in the distance again, and saw him waving his right hand excitedly. After a while, he hung up the phone and came over with a solemn expression.

"The Thai guy said it wasn't them, and his people didn't come here. The most active people in this amusement park recently are a group of Malays. Those people have a relatively deep background. There are people in the upper class. I heard that they specialize in serving the rich and politicians.

"

The X service is also a traditional project for high-level Americans.

"Find them out!"

"Tell other societies that whoever finds it can come to me and I will give him a benefit."

Huo Bingkun glanced at Nie Zhenbang and lowered his voice, "There is too much noise. I'm afraid of the police station..."

"When the sun sets, San Francisco does not belong to the White House. The role of their police department is to ensure the smooth flow of our business at night." Gao Jun looked at him with deep eyes, "I just want results."

Huo Bingkun could feel the suppressed anger in Gao Jun's tone, "As you wish."

"Akun, call someone! Damn it, go through San Francisco."

Gao Jun's meaning was conveyed to more than 20 cooperative societies through Huo Bingkun, and the benefits he said immediately made people think.

If you give money directly, maybe they won't be interested, but the benefit of this guess is a little deeper.

and…

Mr. Gao doesn't look like a stingy person.

Wanhe!

Ruan Qiming sat in the main seat with squinted eyes. When the brothers below stood firm, he opened his eyes and said, "Tonight, I'm looking for someone. I have all the photos. Whoever finds it will get 20,000 US dollars! You want to see the person alive, and you want to see the corpse if you die."

!”

20,000!

Make the eyelids of the club members below warm.

There was someone nearby who specifically posted photos of Wu Wenwen, in a group of four.

Hundreds of people rushed outside.

Tenderloin District, San Francisco.

The highest crime rate in the entire city.

You can see gangsters and drug addicts wandering here, as well as black dogs hiding behind telephone poles. They look around with their eyes, hoping to find lone and some lost tourists.

Then, go up and give them a stick.

In the middle of 1990, the San Francisco government also replaced more than 300 telephone poles in this area because...

They were corroded by urine.

It is indeed the animal characteristic of the black dog.

A sign at the intersection reads: "Do not roll down your windows and watch your head."

In a bar.

There was a lot of people inside, exuding energy.

The lights shine on the stage, and you can see the people above shaking their heads excitedly, as if they've kowtowed too much, and there are also people below cheering.

Four Asians walked in from the door. Their eyes scanned the crowd, and suddenly they spotted one of them. They walked over, pushed away the black man who was blocking the way, and surrounded one of the skinny white men.

Ingested illegal drugs, looks very scary.

Even standing there, it felt like a gust of wind would blow me down.

"Jerry, we are looking for you." The two Asians held him between their hands and tried to leave. The addict struggled excitedly and roared hoarsely, "Damn it, let me go, you are taking me there."

What to do?"

"Hey! Yellow monkey..." The black man who was pushed down stood up unhappily, but then his pupils shrank and he saw one of the Asians holding an M11 submachine gun and shooting at the top of his head.

Chug tug tug…

The lights were all blown out.

The people around him were so frightened that they squatted on the ground.

"Gentlemen, please stick your butts out, lie on the ground, and don't move!"

After his companions dragged Jerry out, the Asian man holding the weapon laughed evilly, took out a grenade from his pocket, pulled off the tab, and threw it in.

boom!

Exploded.

What the hell, throwing a bomb in public?

Jerry looked back at this scene dumbfounded. He was so frightened that he lost his appetite. These people were killing people!

"I'll ask you an answer."

"Do you know Shaman?"

Jerry looked at the muzzle of the gun and nodded hurriedly, "I know... I know you."

"Where can I find her?"

"You can find her at Melbourne Dental in the Tenderloin."

"Thank you!" Asian smiled and waved, "Goodbye!"

A hail of bullets hit Jerry all over his body.

Did you see it?

Who told you that Asians are a race that only knows how to obey?

The methods of crime are the same!
To be continued...