Zhou Lin

The Port of Santos, located 60 kilometers southeast of Sao Paulo, is the largest port in Latin America.

This place naturally falls within the sphere of influence of the Jimenez family.

As long as it is their family's goods, the local administrative department will not inspect them at all. Not only that, they can also blatantly assign special escorts to certain goods and let their private armed forces travel back and forth on land and sea with live ammunition.

This... is almost equivalent to the authority of the federal action agency; but because it is in South America, as long as the mountain "Gimenez" is backed up, it can be done with one hand covering the sky.

Among all the goods that the Jimenez family needs "key care", there is one batch that is particularly special.

It was a cargo ship traveling to and from an "unknown destination." On the penultimate day of every month, this cargo ship, which did not even have a name or identification number, would set sail from the port of Santos and return in the early morning of the last day of the month.

All the staff and armed guards on the ship are insiders of the Gimenez family. Whether loading or unloading, the workers operate in a closed place, and outsiders have no idea what they are transporting.

Of course, this is a big port after all. As time goes by, even if no one knows what they are doing, there will definitely be rumors.

Some people said they were smuggling raw materials for drug production, some said they were transporting arms, and some said they were buying and selling people. In short... people basically guessed at all the serious contraband items that were prohibited by law.

Unfortunately, no one guessed correctly.

Because...three views limit their imagination.

In fact, the goods that this freighter is really transporting are some "luxury goods", some special luxuries that even if you have money, you may not be able to buy them.

More than twenty years ago, when old Jimenez was still alive, he built a unique place in the world on an artificial island about thirty nautical miles east of Santos Port, and named it straightforwardly—— "Human Farm", from this day on, this "supply line" of special luxury goods was born.

On the penultimate day of every month, the Jimenez family's cargo ship will transport a batch of supplies and living people to the island. Needless to say, the supplies, as for the living people... there are enemies of their family and huge debts. There are gamblers who are unable to repay, police officers who are "ignorant of current affairs", homeless people, death row prisoners, and trafficked women and children. If demand is high, even innocent citizens may suffer.

After these people are brought to the island, they are no longer regarded as "human beings". They will be treated like domestic animals and treated inhumanely.

There are specialized technical staff on the island who will allocate the diet, sleep time, and daily activities of these "goods" according to the needs of the "customers".

They never worry that the "goods" will not cooperate. On the premise of "not treating people as human beings", they have countless ways to make the objects obey orders; if they really encounter a difficult bone to chew, they will treat the person He was stripped naked and fixed in a special stent cage, and a feed mixed with a large amount of hormones and antibiotics was inserted directly into his stomach through a feeding tube to "feed" him.

Being unable to survive or dying is the daily life on this farm.

Finally, the "commodities" produced on the farm include, but are not limited to... meat, offal, dairy products, manure, handicrafts, and some specially customized items, etc.

Some people may wonder, do people really want these things?

The answer is yes.

Human desires have no boundaries, and often become distorted and deformed due to expansion...

In the upper echelons of the federation, there is a group of people... Their wealth has been accumulated to the point where they can never use it up if they use it rationally, but there are many more flamboyant ways to spend money that they cannot get involved in, so some of them, or their Heirs, nepotism... will pursue some "unique enjoyment" that is beyond ordinary people's awareness.

Some people like to taste specific flavors of human feces, some like to try various "human dishes", and still others like handicrafts made from bones, skin, hair, or dried internal organs.

"Human farms" serve these "customers". These people will pay incredible prices to buy these "treasures" and sometimes make various requests, such as specifying that babies or virgins are required as raw materials, or using How many bones from different people make up a chess set and so on.

The business running on this farm and what happens here every day, if made into a documentary, would probably be more shocking and creepy than any notorious and heart-rending horror film in history. It is said that this farm is “Hell on Earth” is no exaggeration.

But it does exist, and has existed for more than twenty years.

…………

Morning, November 28, 2218.

Santos Port, in the cargo hold of "that cruise ship".

A man in a black suit, holding a submachine gun, who looked like a small boss, was talking to a foreman.

"Are they all here?"

"Ah, sixteen people in total."

"are you sure?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Do you know why the foreman before you was fired?"

"Why?"

"One time when loading goods, he fell in love with a young girl among the goods, so he hid her and falsely reported the quantity of the goods. Afterwards, he quietly took the goods back to a secret room in his home, thinking that If you hide people there, no one will notice them, and you can have fun slowly."

"Hmph...you are such a daredevil."

"I don't know if it's true or not, but after the incident was revealed, he himself was sent to the island. Maybe he had been made into pie crust and used to stuff the stuffing..."

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of idiot who is obsessed with sex. I can just spend some money. Why take that kind of risk?"

"I'm just using a recent example to remind you. In addition to the idiot I mentioned, there were also guys who showed compassion for the goods and let them go before, but no matter what the motivation was...their endings were similar. I hope you can learn from this."

"Then I would like to thank you for the reminder..."

While the two were handing over the goods, they chatted about some mind-numbing content.

Halfway through the conversation, the man in a suit suddenly fixed his eyes on the two "goods" in the cage. After hesitating for two seconds, he asked: "Hey, what's going on with those two people...?"

The foreman followed his gaze and saw two middle-aged men and women sitting shoulder to shoulder with their backs against the wall.

He frowned and responded: "Oh, those two were just caught a few days ago. According to the person responsible for the arrest, these two treasures actually dared to enter the No. 4 cannabis cultivation farm unarmed, but they were After being discovered by the patrol, they surrendered immediately. Several people in Field No. 4 took turns interrogating them for several days, but nothing was asked. After the search, they only found two ticket stubs from Linyi to Sao Paulo, and two more. It’s a very real fake ID card, the kind that... is so real that even the computers at the airport can’t recognize it, but people on the road can tell the truth at a glance.”

Hearing this, the man in a suit pulled the foreman aside, lowered his voice and said, "This isn't quite right... Listening to your description, why do you feel like these two are undercover agents?" He paused. , "Look at the expressions and demeanor of these two people, they are also different from the people around them..."

He was right. Although this man and woman looked very ordinary, they were the kind of middle-aged couple in their forties or fifties that you see everywhere. But as two people who had been tortured and illegally detained for nearly a month, And their expressions seemed too calm for someone who was about to be taken to an unknown place.

The other people around them were either in a state of being tortured and helpless, with faces ashen as death, or with frightened expressions. Only they... were neither happy nor sad, neither angry nor fearful, neither humble nor arrogant. Their expressions... ...like two robots in standby mode, or a scumbag pretending to understand what the teacher is saying in math class.

"Ha... look what you said, even if you are an undercover agent and go 'there', you can still get out?" The foreman glanced at the two people and then continued.

"Hmm..." The man in the suit pondered and thought in his mind, "That's right... Assuming these two people are really agents sent by an organization, they definitely don't know where they are going on this trip. If they do, , I’m afraid they have revealed their identity and negotiated terms with us long ago... Anyway, once they arrive on the island, they will not be able to control it, and all the goods that enter... will only die."

Thinking of this, he said nothing more, just nodded, signed the I-PEN interface in his hand, and completed the handover of the goods.

However, out of caution, after the handover procedures were completed, the man in the suit deliberately wrote a note next to the two people's information - "Dispose of them as meat as soon as possible and with priority."

If this happens quickly, these two people will die that night; no matter who they are, if they die... it will be over.

After making the notes, the man in the suit settled down a little more, and soon after, the cargo ship left the port.