Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 1002 The Enemy’s Trump Cards and Tactics

The truck was bumping along the bumpy road.

In the back of the car, there was a group of sleepy children.

In the darkness, they leaned on each other and clung to each other.

Some of them live in slums, some wander around the world, and some have happy families.

But at this moment, they were all abducted by human traffickers because of their negligence and lack of awareness of prevention.

Originally, they were locked in the basement of a casino. In the early hours of the morning, they were all put into a car, not knowing where they were being taken.

Finally, the car stopped and as the door opened, a man with a gentle smile and wearing a white shirt stood outside.

"Children, you are free and safe."

When everyone first heard these words, their reaction was dull.

But as a child slowly stood up and was carried out of the car by the man in the white shirt, everyone realized that they seemed to have really escaped.

Did someone kind-hearted come to rescue them?

There was a boy hiding in the back, a wary look in his eyes.

If Qin Feng were here, he would immediately recognize that this boy was the little guy who provided him with important clues in the slums before.

The boy deliberately got off the bus last because he wanted to observe the surrounding situation and see if there was any chance to escape.

After all the children got off the bus, the man in the white shirt smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, children. You are safe here. I rescued you from the human traffickers."

"I have arranged hot water and delicious food for everyone. After you take a shower, eat, and take a nap, I will send you back to your families."

"Of course, those who don't want to go back can stay here. I will provide you with shelter just like your family."

Most of the children present were between four and eight years old, an age where they were not able to distinguish right from wrong.

In addition, they had just experienced something terrible, and when they met this kind man who spoke softly, they naturally developed a dependence on him.

Soon, they were taken to the bathroom, where everyone took a long-awaited hot shower.

Although the bad guys did give them a bath when they were locked in the basement, they just connected a pipe and rinsed them with cold water, which was no different from showering animals in a pigsty.

After taking a shower, everyone even received a set of clean clothes. The fabric was pure cotton and felt very comfortable.

Many children present had excited expressions on their faces, because they had never worn such comfortable and clean clothes in their lives.

Unlike others, the little boy from the slums was always wary of all this because it was all the same as what he had heard from an older sister.

That sister was called Xiao Diwei, and she should have passed away a long time ago.

The boy turned the clothes over and saw a string of Sanskrit written on it, which he could not understand at all.

But everything before him was so strange and weird, almost exactly the same as the scary story that little Divi had told him before.

A man in a white shirt, a hot shower, clean clothes with strange writing on them, and then delicious food...

"Okay, everyone, eat, have a good meal and a good sleep, and then I'll take you home."

The man in the white shirt still had a gentle smile, but the guy distributing the food was much more rude. He threw the food on the ground as if it were garbage.

But for those children whose living conditions are already poor and who have no idea where to eat, even food spilled on the ground is still delicious.

The children were so hungry that they almost wolfed down the soup and rice, and saved the chicken legs for last.

The man in the white shirt looked at the scene with great satisfaction and kept counting with his fingers. Suddenly, his eyes stopped on the little boy.

The boy seemed to have sensed something, and he quickly lay on the ground, stuffing food into his mouth desperately, pretending to be starving.

But in fact, when the man turned his head, he secretly spat out everything in his mouth.

After more than ten minutes, all the food was swept away by the children.

Afterwards, they were taken to a room filled with beds, where they fell onto them and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

No matter how much the little boy ate, the little bit of soup still made his head dizzy and his consciousness began to gradually become unclear.

"Almost done, come in."

The man in the white shirt looked at his watch and saw that all the children were unconscious, then he gave an order outside.

Soon, several people wearing white coats, masks and rubber gloves, carrying boxes, walked in accompanied by bodyguards.

"let's start."

"it is good."

Several men in white coats took out thick syringes, lifted the back of the child in front of them, and thrust them directly into the middle part of the spine.

Red turbid liquid soon appeared in the tube and accumulated more and more. As a large amount of cerebrospinal fluid was extracted, the condition of the child on the bed gradually began to become abnormal.

But instead of stopping, these people in white coats connected new tubes and continued to draw out after finishing a large tube, until the cerebrospinal fluid of the child in front of them was completely drained.

The little boy's bed was at the back, he watched the scene with his own eyes, he was completely terrified.

He wanted to shout and run, but his body refused to obey him.

Not to mention the limbs, even lifting the eyelids is difficult.

The extraction process was very quick, and the men in white coats moved very skillfully, and it was obvious that this was not their first time doing this.

Soon, a man in a white coat, accompanied by bodyguards, came to the little boy's bed and lifted the clothes on his back.

A brand new large syringe was taken out, and the needle pierced his skin violently and penetrated into the gap between his vertebrae in his back.

It was a piercing pain, but he couldn't cry out.

The little boy felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and as a large amount of cerebrospinal fluid was extracted, his life was slipping away.

How he wished that a hero could stand up at this time, defeat these bad guys and save him.

But unfortunately, no miracle happened until his pupils dilated.

Half an hour later, the white coats finished their work, and all the children who were full of vitality before became fresh corpses with body temperature.

Outside, there was a large helicopter, and bodyguards escorted these guys onto the helicopter.

The hatch closed and the helicopter flew north.

The man in the white shirt got into a car, lit a cigarette, and made a phone call: "Hello, this batch of goods has been delivered. Tell the Supreme that the payment for the previous batch has been settled."

There was a strange Buddhist chant on the other end, and a man's deep voice: "Don't worry, you won't be left behind."

The man in the white shirt fiddled with the dzi beads and thangka hanging from the rearview mirror. "Tomorrow there's a religious ceremony. The Supreme Being is holding a ceremony somewhere. As a most devout believer, I want to come and listen to the teachings, resolve my confusion, and strive for virtuous conduct so I can ascend to the throne sooner rather than later."

The person on the other end responded, "Tomorrow, at the venue in the south of the capital, I'll reserve a seat for you."

"Okay, it's settled then."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and drove away happily.

After he left, a figure wearing a black goat mask appeared outside the building window.

He looked at the lifeless bodies of children in the room, then at the dense sutures on his wrist, and at the hand that was obviously different in skin color and did not belong to him.

Li Qianjun grinned happily because he finally got the answer he wanted: "No wonder so many dignitaries and guests from all over the world are helping that guy to wreak havoc in the Western Regions."

"No wonder he can constantly deceive people and recruit devout believers to work for him. So this is the evil monk's trump card and method. It's really quite interesting..."