Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 28
Sensing Beard's vigilance, Old Brown acted like a hesitant old man, he said cautiously.

"I heard that 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's expression remained unchanged, showing an expression of insisting on buying.

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

With a bang, the iron door closed.

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

While the identity of the old man can reduce the vigilance of these people, it also makes his words have a certain degree of authenticity.

What do traffickers need most?It needs a steady stream of people and resources, just like a banker who only charges a handling fee. They are not afraid of losing or winning or losing, but they are afraid that you will not gamble.

Therefore, drug dealers are not afraid that you will buy them, but 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 bangs, bangs, bangs and bangs continued to be heard inside, and he quickly put away his hands.

Like Beard before, a small crack was exposed in the iron door, but the person who came out was not Beard, but a man who was still thin.

The dark dark circles under the eyes, and the scarred bare upper body all showed what this person was like, he looked like a ghost!
"Business? What business?"

This person seemed to have an itchy scalp, scratching his head all the time, then scratching his face along the way, with a feeling of stiffness and unnaturalness throughout.

Old Brown pretended not to see it, and hesitated. "Those things you sell, someone told me that I can buy what I want just by looking for you and Beard."

The man against the iron gate twisted his neck unnaturally, scratched the scars all over his chest with his right hand again, and stared at Old Brown.

"How much do you want to buy?"

Old Brown didn't have any hesitation this time, nor did he say how much he wanted to buy, but chose to be very flattering.

"a lot of."

"A lot?" The person who arrived at the iron gate stopped scratching and stared at Old Brown for confirmation. "Sure?"

Old Brown nodded.

Seeing this, the person standing next to the iron gate glanced behind Old Brown, then opened the iron gate, and tilted his head as a signal.

"Then come in."

Seeing that the person in front of him didn't intend to go in first, Old Brown walked in with a calm face.

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

Old Brown's expression remained unchanged, he just raised his hand, and looked to the right out of the corner of his eye, there were three people standing there, one fat man and three thin men, and the owner of the pistol was Beard.

"I just wanted to buy something."

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

"nobody."

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

That's why the fat man Felton inside spoke.

"Put the gun down, Beard."

Beard stared at Old Brown for a few seconds, then obediently put down the pistol.

Old Brown also retracted his hand carefully, 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 one.

"Russian?"

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

"Old man, do you want to buy this?"

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

Seeing this, Felton looked playful and nodded.

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

After saying this, the four people who had been surrounding Old Brown immediately took a few steps forward. The two of them held his movements, and the two of them groped on him.

Although Old Brown was calm in his heart, there was a hint of impatience on his face, as if he hated their actions.

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

Felton didn't say a word, watching his two men who were in charge of groping only found two heavy envelopes from the old man.

"Are you trying to rob? Children, this is not the way of business. You will scare away many customers."

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

After completing this step, Felton looked at Old Brown and asked, "Do you want to buy so many?"

"Ah."

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

With that said, Old Brown motioned for the pistol in Beard's hand.

"A gun like his."

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

"What do you want to buy these things, you dying old man?"

Old Brown knew that this was the last moment, he took a deep breath and said.

"Give it to the child in my family. As for the pistol, I will wait for him to finish smoking. I will give him a bullet and give myself a bullet..."

This was said so calmly that everyone present raised their eyebrows and stared at the old man in surprise.

"Hehe." Felton let out a hehe, and let the little brothers who were holding him release Old Brown and walked inside.

"A ruthless old man, I like it, come with me."

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

With a calm expression, Old Brown scanned the surrounding environment and followed the footsteps of this group of people only after he knew what he knew.

As a result, this stalk made him startled, and the killing intent towards the few people in front of him grew stronger.

The ordinary low building is definitely not as ordinary as it looks.He thought that there must be something inside, but he never thought that it would be so devoid of conscience,
On both sides are one after another small rooms made of wooden boards, and each small room is only hung with a piece of cloth on a rope, which is a door that covers the view.

Such an arrangement could not conceal anything at all, and from the gap, Old Brown could see one girl after another lying or sitting inside, with different skin colors.

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

Some have disheveled hair and can't see their faces clearly, and they look like dead people with their heads up and motionless.

Some just watched him passing by in a daze, with no light in their eyes.

There are even people who are being ruined...

Shocking, the more Old Brown looked at it, the more he couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and the anger in his heart became more and more intense, so that his whole face became 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 drugs by these scumbags...

(End of this chapter)