sjar Chapter 263 Human Traffickers Deserve to Die 8
Chapter 263 Human Traffickers Deserve to Die 8
"Hello! Where are you? Sister Hong and I are almost freezing to death!" Hongmao shouted into the phone, with a bit of anxiety and complaints in his tone.
The voice of the man with the flat head came from the other end of the phone. It sounded a little hurried, but mostly calm: "Right away, right away, just around the corner and we'll be there."
Red Hair breathed a sigh of relief and relayed Flathead's words to Sister Hong. "They'll be here soon, just around the corner."
Sister Hong nodded, but her brows were still furrowed.
She knew in her heart that this uneasy feeling was not unfounded. Tonight's action was crucial, and any negligence could lead to irreversible consequences.
Not long after, the sound of a car engine came from a distance, breaking the silence in the factory.
Hong Jie and Hong Mao immediately became alert, their eyes fixed on the factory gate. The sound was getting closer and closer, and finally, the flat-headed man and the bearded man appeared in everyone's sight.
"Finally!" Flathead jumped out of the van, shook off the cold, and turned to open the back door. "You must be getting impatient waiting here. This broken road is hard to navigate, full of potholes!"
"It's okay, as long as you're safe." Sister Hong smiled slightly, but her eyes were still wary. "What's the situation?"
The flat-headed man nodded and said unconcernedly: "Everything went well. When I was shopping with Xiaojiu this morning, I brought back a little girl."
That Xiaojiu was the woman who pretended to be Sirong's mother. They had not originally targeted Sirong and her grandmother today. It was just that Xiaojiu wanted to go shopping, and when she was waiting for the traffic light on her way back after buying clothes, she saw Sirong and her grandmother.
A few people came up with this idea on a whim.
Anyway, the car has a fake license plate, and there is a batch of goods to be traded tonight, so robbing Sirong is just a matter of convenience, just to make up for the money spent on buying clothes today.
Sirong heard their conversation and quickly adjusted her posture, pretending to be asleep. She closed her eyes, slowed her breathing, and tried her best to make herself look flawless.
The car stopped and both doors on the rear side of the van were opened. The cold night wind from outside instantly rushed in, mixed with the smell of damp earth.
Sirong could feel someone approaching. It was Brother Beard. He had a strong smell of tobacco and sweat on him, which mixed into a disgusting odor.
Brother Beard was not polite at all. He took Sirong and Zhang Jiacheng under his armpits, one in each hand, like carrying a package, and quickly pulled them out of the car.
Sirong could feel her body dangling in mid-air. She was completely unable to resist and could only continue to pretend to be unconscious.
The honey badger seemed relatively gentle.
He was not as rough as the bearded man, but reached out and took the baby out of the car first.
The baby was still fast asleep, seemingly unaware of what was happening around him.
He handed the baby to Sister Hong, who took the child and gently patted the baby's back, as if to comfort it.
A smug smile appeared on the flat-headed brother's face, and he said complacently, "Sister Hong, look at this, a boy, I just brought it out after it was born."
Sister Hong nodded, a look of satisfaction in her eyes. She looked at the baby in her arms, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if she was very satisfied with the quality of the child.
This kind of child is the best-selling one. He is healthy, a boy, newly born, and has no memory.
Their identities are clean, they have no social records, they don't even have a name, let alone registering their household.
The baby's appearance changes every day. Even if someone really comes to look for it, searching for a newborn baby in such a huge crowd is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Moreover, such children are the easiest to explain to buyers.
Whether it is to relatives and friends or to register the baby, it can be easily deceived. A newborn baby has no trace of the past, and the buyer can fabricate his identity and origin at will without worrying about being exposed.
Sister Hong is well aware of this, which is why she attaches so much importance to this operation.
After transferring Sirong and the others to another car, Sister Hong moved quickly and skillfully. She handed the child to the henchman beside her, and then began to take out a thick stack of cash from her bag.
People in their line of work usually use cash when doing business.
This is the rule, and it is also to avoid leaving any electronic traces. Cash transactions are simple and direct, with no transfer records and no bank monitoring. Everything is done in secret, as if it never happened.
Sister Hong's fingers counted the money quickly, and stacks of hundred-yuan bills flew in her hands, making a slight "rustling" sound.
Her expression was calm and focused, as if she were just conducting an ordinary transaction. As she counted the money, she glanced at her surroundings to make sure there was nothing unusual.
The honey badger stood opposite her, with an unconcealable look of excitement and anticipation on his face.
After the deal was successful, they could eat, drink, have fun and lie down for a while.
Sister Hong handed the counted money to the flat-headed brother. Her movements were neat and clear, without any hesitation. "Count it carefully, don't leave any less."
The flat-headed man took the money and quickly counted it. After confirming that it was correct, he smiled with satisfaction. "I trust Sister Hong to handle things," he said with a smile, his eyes gleaming with greed.
Brother Beard watched from the sidelines, not daring to say anything. He knew that Sister Hong was known in the industry for her shrewdness and ruthlessness, and that it was best not to play any tricks when dealing with her.
"It's a pleasure working with you this time. I hope we'll have the opportunity to do business together again next time." Sister Hong patted the flat-headed man's shoulder and turned around to get in the car.
A delighted smile appeared on Pingtou's face. "Of course, Sister Hong, I'll let you know the next time we have stock."
The transaction was completed. Sister Hong waved her hand and the thugs in the car immediately started the car and prepared to leave.
Everything seemed to be going smoothly, the transaction had been completed, the target person and the goods were ready, and it seemed that they only needed to leave here and disappear into the night as if they had never appeared.
However, at this moment, the silence of the abandoned factory was suddenly broken by an ominous noise.
At two intersections where cars could enter, countless car lights lit up almost simultaneously, and the dazzling light cut through the darkness of the night, as if hunters were approaching their prey.
The headlights flashed, illuminating the silhouettes of the vehicles, each one looking heavy and threatening, surrounding the abandoned factory.
In order not to alert the enemy, they turned off all their headlights when turning into the intersection of the factory. Two cars were left at the intersection to remind people passing by to turn off their headlights and slow down.