Fake hero

When a person is in a tense environment, the tense nerves will keep the body in a state where it can explode in an instant, and once it relaxes, the person will be terrified.

Like a sleepy koala, Meisha finally found a warm embrace, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck and she refused to let go for a moment.

"No, even if I don't have new clothes, I won't let go. I'm so sleepy, I'll sleep a little longer." Meisha pouted with half-opened eyes.Even beautiful clothes and mutton skewers can't make her leave my arms.

The big black man walking across from me looked at me maliciously, as if he was measuring whether his muscles could break my bones.

He walked over to look at Meisha in his arms, and asked in a low voice, "Is this little girl for sale?"

Meisha, who was sleeping peacefully in her arms, suddenly woke up, her beautiful big eyes were full of fear and struggle.

I said coldly: "Not for sale!"

Big Hei didn't give up, looked at Meisha in his arms, looked around and saw that there were no policemen around, and said, "What a beauty, if you don't sell it, the law and order here will not be very good, maybe tomorrow you will People would cut off their hamstrings and throw them on the avenue."

Seeing Meisha's terrified appearance, I couldn't suppress the temper I had been holding back.Before I became the bloodthirsty me again, the last bit of reason made me yell at him: "Get out! If you don't want to die, get out!"

The big black man obviously didn't expect my thin body to dare to challenge his authority. His big black and white eyes radiated a frightening cold light, and he squeezed his thick hands like bear's paws.

Seeing the policeman looking over here, he whispered to me unwillingly, "We'll see!"

Looking at his figure walking away, a cold smile appeared on the corner of my mouth.If it wasn't for Meisha, I wouldn't have thought of eradicating these scum completely. For Meisha's sake, and even more so for those children who were persecuted by them, I finally wanted to kill again.

This land owes them too much, so let's use their lives to redeem the heinous crimes they committed.

Sure enough, as I expected, the big black man turned around at a corner not far away and played a game of cops and robbers with me.He didn't know that what he was facing was a specially trained killer who was good at killing, tracking and anti-tracking. Playing this kind of game was tantamount to premature death.

When he saw that we had entered the best hotel in Kabul, he couldn't help feeling disappointed, and spat hard on the ground.

In Guinea, trafficking children is punishable by death.When child reselling was most rampant ten years ago, almost all newborns and [-]-[-]-year-old babies in Guinea were resold, and there was even a gap in the population.That's why the big black man didn't dare to ask me openly, and would hide away when he saw the police.

The fact that the police collected black money did not mean that he ignored the transactions in broad daylight.

I put Meisha into the room, and under the temptation of a lollipop and a Winnie the Pooh, Meisha finally took a peaceful nap.

I packed up my belongings and walked in the direction where the big black man disappeared.

The continuous rain made the daytime in Kabul very uncomfortable. Turning the corner of the street, I began to search aimlessly.

I bought a pack of the best local cigarettes. To my surprise, there are Huaxia brand cigarettes from Huaxia in the small city of Kabul, but this kind of cigarettes, which are very expensive in China, can only be regarded as moderate in foreign countries.

I handed one to the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper quickly took it flattered, first lit the cigarette for me, then lit it myself, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the pleasure between swallowing and inhaling.

He is a businessman who has seen countless people with sharp eyes. He didn't neglect me because of my age and clothes, and he always maintained respect and caution in his words.I even began to wonder if this guy was the eyes and ears of a criminal gang or a mercenary group.

"Do you know the local human traffickers?" After chatting for a long time, I finally got to the point and asked in a low voice.

The boss flicked his beard as if frightened, and his expression became tense.

"It's okay, I'm just asking, are these guys hateful?"

The boss nodded, and said in a lower voice: "What they did was outrageous, but we can't afford to mess with them, so we can only take care of our own children."

"How can you find them?"

The boss was so surprised that he didn't even know that the good cigarette fell on the ground.I refilled a cigarette for him and signaled him to continue talking with my eyes.

Mysteriously, I took out a certificate from my pocket. It was the certificate of a captain I had stolen from the team that brought Juliet back to the capital.

I swayed in front of him, and his eyes immediately found focus again, and he nodded and bowed to me again and again.Although Guinea is a democratic republic, everyone knows that the president is just a puppet pushed up by the army.

"I'm currently on a secret mission. My superior has authorized me to arrest anyone who doesn't cooperate with me." The boss wiped the cold sweat from his face and nodded like a chicken pecking rice.It can be seen what the Guinea army does in peacetime.

Not only did I get an answer, I got fifty guinean francs.Putting them in my pocket, under the watchful eye of the boss, I ran directly to the place he said, the stronghold of human traffickers in Kabul City.

This stronghold is located in a remote village on the outskirts of the city. In the urban area of ​​Kabul, the security is relatively good. After all, there are no major problems in the political and economic environment in Guinea.But out of the urban area, I even feel like I have come to another world.

All kinds of rubbish are scattered on the messy streets, and skinny refugees are lazily basking in the sun on the side of the street.The beggars in the urban area who were driven out by the police are everywhere here like weeds.In front of several houses, seven or eight-year-old children were chained and lying in their dens like dogs.

I couldn't comprehend what I was seeing, when I threw a guinea franc into the beggar's bowl, there was a crowd of crazy beggars.I quickly threw a bagful of Guinean francs into the sky, and ran out smoothly while the beggars were yelling and fighting for it.

The chained child looked at everything in front of him numbly, turned around and crawled into his nest.I saw that his legs were neatly severed by something.Another tethered child nearby had lost his entire left arm.

When I stretched my head to look into the room, I saw several black men playing cards with cigarettes in their mouths.When they saw me looking around, they ran out cursing, and a few guys even drew their knives.

I seem to understand the fate of these children, but I can't change it.I spread my hands and stepped back, showing that I didn't mean any harm.Then, under their fierce gaze, they left in a hurry.

Even if I kill them all, those children disabled by them will die here.They have lost the ability to live independently. If they want to blame, they can blame themselves for being born on this land.

When I continued to walk outside the city, I saw the trafficker stronghold that the boss told me.

The chapters uploaded recently are all pre-stored, and I only saw it when I turned on the computer today, and one chapter was actually hidden.It's really frustrating, sorry for the inconvenience. Chapter 372 (Crossing the River) was hidden and reposted, without changing a single word, but it was reposted.It seems that during our party meeting, the control over words has become a little stricter.