nashuaworldcup Chapter 187 Human Traffickers (3)
Chapter 187 Human Traffickers (3)
The chief of the primitive tribe personally entertained Su Dingding.
And it was the highest form of etiquette; the bonfire at night illuminated the night sky.
Their prey roasted over the fire, filling the air with its aroma.
The primitive people sang and danced, while twenty-six human traffickers were tied up like dumplings and sat in the circle they formed.
"Are you really going to hand them over to us?" the chieftain asked.
Su Dingding smiled and nodded, "But you have to be careful, don't let them get away, these guys are very cunning."
"Once you arrive here, there is no escape, only death." The leader laughed maniacally.
The traffickers stared in terror at the primitive people, struggling desperately to break free.
Unfortunately, before the campfire had even died down, they were dragged back to their thatched huts by the various leaders and elders.
For them, this place was hell.
"Help!"
"Ahhhh!"
Screams echoed from inside the thatched hut.
To the people of the primitive tribe, they are the kings and rulers of this place, while these human traffickers are slaves, beasts to be played with at their mercy!
Sometimes, being alive is more terrifying than being dead.
The night is dark, and the sky is full of stars...
Su Dingding left without saying goodbye.
There's still no news about the original owner's son, but Gangzi has found the woman who abducted him.
Human trafficker B is over sixty years old and is enjoying his retirement at home.
She trafficked six children and two women looking for work in her lifetime.
However, she has retired from the criminal life for seven or eight years, and now that her son is married, she is content to stay at home and take care of her grandson.
She drugged Fan Yize with a sedative and then carried him away.
When Fan Dalai was searching for her son, her accomplices would deliberately point him in the wrong direction, misleading him and causing him to miss the opportunity to save his child.
Her accomplice was her son!
He was just a teenager at the time, and no one would have thought that a child playing in the street would lie.
When Su Dingding found her, she was watching her five-year-old grandson play in the playground of the community.
As a result, in the short time she spent rummaging through her bag for her keys, she looked up and her grandson was gone.
This really put human trafficker B in a difficult situation. She shouted her grandson's name loudly, searching everywhere.
When she couldn't find it, she called her son, who then called the police.
There are security cameras in the playground, but strangely, all that was seen was a white shadow before the grandson disappeared.
The son of human trafficker B believed it was retribution and was somewhat afraid.
The reason they retired from their criminal activities was because they had caused a death; a perfectly healthy person was accidentally suffocated to death by them.
Since then, human trafficker B has always felt pain in her shoulder, but no problem can be found. She consulted a master who said that a ghost was crawling on her shoulder.
They couldn't drive them away or disperse them, so from then on, they gave up their hoarding and even enshrined a Bodhisattva in their home.
Human trafficker B went home to burn incense and pray to Buddha, kowtowing frantically.
"Bodhisattva, it's my fault. If there's to be retribution, it should be against me, not my little grandson, sob sob sob..."
Su Dingding snorted coldly. This is too hypocritical!
You know how to care for your grandson, but when he was abducting other people's children, all he cared about was money!
For more than ten days in a row, the human trafficker B had no news of her grandson, and she fell seriously ill.
When her son complained to her, his daughter-in-law overheard him and immediately wanted to call the police to send them to jail!
Human trafficker B, not wanting to go to jail, nearly killed his daughter-in-law while trying to stop her from calling the police, along with his son.
Fortunately, Su Dingding appeared in time and took the human trafficker B and her son away.
People like them deserve to go to jail!
Not long after, the trafficker B's grandson returned to his mother's side. He didn't remember what had happened during the time he was abducted, but he hated the traffickers to the core.
This was also Su Dingding's way of educating him, after all, if the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked too, so as to prevent him from going astray as he did.
This time, Su Dingding arrested over a hundred human traffickers.
There were also a few who were just there to make up the numbers; they were all very pretty women, but they were actually scammers.
They brought them all along and locked them in a dark room.
The room was pitch black. Every day, Gangzi would turn on the light for an hour and then throw moldy steamed buns down through the small window above.
Don't be fooled by the fact that they're moldy and the quantity is limited; if you don't eat them, you'll starve to death.
These human traffickers fought tooth and nail over a moldy steamed bun.
In order to survive, they think about how to fight desperately every day.
I lived in that stinking, dark room for two months straight, and I was going crazy from being cooped up for so long.
"Host, we have so many. Let's send them to the primitive tribe now," Gangzi said.
"I'm going to find a place with the highest concentration of human traffickers and build a hellish village for them." Su Dingding already had a plan.
【Okay!】After searching for a while, Gangzi finally found it.
This village is located in a remote area, and 98% of the wives in the village were either tricked back from other places or bought.
Moreover, the villagers are extremely lazy. Even if they have to eat bran and wild vegetables, they are unwilling to leave the village. They give up and just laze around all day.
All the women sold here met a tragic end.
Not only was she the one who got beaten and scolded while doing the work, but she was also the one who gave birth to the children, and most of them had more than three children.
The poorer a family is, the more children they have; it seems that the more sons a family has, the more confident they are.
Because they all gave birth at home and under limited conditions, many women died on the day of childbirth.
When Su Dingding arrived here, he deliberately selected some attractive female traffickers, tied them together with rope, and hung them on a tree.
Even though it was morning, the sun was already high in the sky.
But there are still many people in Lazy Village sleeping in their beds.
Su Dingding cleared his throat and began to bang the gong.
"Look, look! A fresh-faced woman! Anyone interested, come and take a look, or she'll be gone..."
Hearing the noise, many people lazily sat up.
Their place is such a desolate, godforsaken place that hardly anyone ever comes here.
This is the first time someone has ever offered to sell their wife!
Soon, Su Dingding was surrounded by villagers.
The men were all slovenly and lecherously stared at the woman traffickers.
"How much are they for each of you?" someone asked.
“I sell these,” Su Dingding said, taking out several stun bracelets from his backpack. “When they wear these, it’s like Sun Wukong wearing the golden headband!”
"What is this? Can I try it on?" Someone asked, intrigued, and stretched out their wrist.
The person was electrocuted and nearly died on the spot, taking a long time to recover.
Everyone else thought it was a good thing, since they would want to keep an eye on their newly bought wives, and this thing was useful.
"This thing must be expensive, right?" the villager asked.
"One yuan and fifty cents each!" Su Dingding shouted loudly, "Limited quantity, one per person, first come, first served, while supplies last!"
"Will you sell three for five yuan?" a voice suddenly asked loudly.
"Seeing how earnest you are, I'll give you a discount. Three for five yuan!" Su Dingding seemed to have lost out, frowning slightly with a hint of heartache. "But you have to buy them together as a group of three, one for each person..."
"Are these women for sale?" the man asked again.
"I'm not selling my wife, but I'm offering a trade-in!"