March 23, 2056
As soon as a ray of sunlight entered a small room in the early morning, snoring could be heard everywhere, the room was filled with the smell of wine, and a soft whimpering sound could be heard.
A young girl wiped her tears and stood up in pain. There were eight men and three women in the room. They were captured by this organization called Vulture, and they had to dress up differently every night.
At this time, the two girls who were still crying looked at Melinda, who was older than them. She casually took out a cigarette from the pocket of a sleeping man, walked to the window, lit it and took a puff.
He casually picked up a shirt and put it on.
The two girls didn't understand why Melinda was so calm and composed. They had been arrested for a week, and this week had been hell for them.
There are nearly 1,500 armed forces entrenched here. They have completely occupied this small town. Some male laborers are building city walls in the outer areas. It seems that they plan to stay here for a long time.
Different people would be arrested here every day, and women would be given to some cadres first. When the cadres got tired of them, they would be assigned to their subordinates.
After Melinda finished smoking a cigarette, she turned towards the small room where the three of them lived. After walking in, she lay down directly on the big bed. The other two girls took back their clothes and pants, and their bodies were covered in bruises and bruises.
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After the two entered and closed the door, one of them asked with tears in his eyes.
"Dr. Melinda, please look at me, I'm in pain here."
Melinda checked it for a while and said relaxedly.
"It's okay, you'll get used to it in a few days."
"Aren't you afraid?"
Melinda smiled.
"What's the use of being afraid? Fear can't solve any problem. No matter how scared, sad or angry you are, the situation is already a foregone conclusion."
The two girls talked about whether the international rescue organization might find a way to save them. Melinda didn't say it clearly. She knew very well that with the current situation, no country would be willing to waste a bullet on this land.
, leaving the people on this land to fend for themselves.
There are too many blood-soaked lessons in this era. War means money, and every shot fired is money. The intricate situation over the past decades has caused countless wars, large and small, to break out. In the end, only the injured are
When a dispute breaks out between the two sides, it is always the ordinary people who suffer.
Melinda once thought that this might be her end, but soon Melinda laughed, and these things no longer mattered to her.
Melinda lay on the bed and listened to the two little girls still talking about their escape. Melinda said nothing. These two women were nearby employees who had not yet had time to evacuate the company.
It seems that the scope of the vulture's sweep this time was very large, and many people were captured.
Melinda glanced at the light coming from the gap in the sealed curtains, poked it with a finger, smiled, then closed her eyes, and fell asleep soon after.
10 am
The sun had begun to scorch the land, and Piet, blushing and leaning on a cane, was still arguing with the captain about handing over Dr. Melinda a week ago.
The captain looked at Pierre who was on crutches. He had tried many methods, but this incident did not attract any attention from the international community. The people from the international rescue team were already planning to evacuate, and even the captain also received the evacuation notice.
Order.
Looking at the peaceful little village behind me, everything goes as usual every day. The people here live a pretty good life. However, since there are no doctors, many injuries and illnesses can only be dealt with by nurses.
And why do those armed forces know that there are doctors here? It is certain that the people here told those armed forces about the information about this place.
"We at least have to do something, don't we?"
Pierre continued to speak, and the captain finally became impatient.
"If you have the ability, ask your country to send troops. There is nothing we can do. We also have families!"
Pierre was silent, and the captain continued to pack up. They would leave in a few days.
When he thought of his own country, Pierre sighed helplessly. Not to mention that he was just a young reporter. Even if he had the ability to contact people from the military, they would not be able to send any soldiers here.
Pie's country is currently being devastated by the refugee flow. Large-scale riots caused by refugees often occur, and there is no time to pay attention to this land.
At this time, dust was rising in the distance. The captain immediately shouted. Everyone picked up their weapons. People in the village began to get nervous. Several jeeps came towards this direction. There were 6 people in total.
A jeep and two minivans.
In the jeep, you can see many capable-looking people, all holding weapons. Judging from their skin color, they are from outside. The captain felt a little relieved.
"We are members of the Survivor Mercenary Union and have received a commission from a technology seminar."
The captain immediately looked at the muscular men who got out of the car in shock. Many of them had tattoos, with patterns scratched by sharp blades.
This internationally renowned mercenary organization will come here to explain that the abducted people have been saved, and they were hired by the Science and Technology Seminar.
"You are welcome here."
"My name is Ben, and I am the leader of this team."
The captain immediately understood their purpose. Ben took out a satellite-scanned map. The captain began to take out a local map. Some mercenaries also gathered around. At this time, Pierre who was standing aside immediately came over.
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"Can I come with you? I'm a reporter and I want to report on this."
Ben, who looked carefree, smiled.
"reporter?"
Many mercenaries around him burst out laughing, each of them looking full of ridicule and disdain.
"Boy, if you know how to pee your pants, the smell will be unpleasant in such a hot day."
Although Pierre was a little angry, he was serious. Ben raised his hands to signal his subordinates to stop making trouble, and began to inquire with some local soldiers individually.
This place is less than 100 kilometers away from the small town where the kidnapped people were taken. I decided to make a plan here, and there was a problem in this village just a week ago, so I should know more information.
"Are you serious?"
Pierre nodded, then took out a cigarette, lit it and said with a smile.
"I can take you with me, but you will be responsible for the consequences."
As he spoke, the captain took out the pistol from his waist and threw it to Pierre.
When Pie was still at a loss, a gagged man was pulled out of the truck. He was a member of the vultures. When they came over, a small group of vultures attacked them, but they were repelled.
Chapter completed!