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Chapter 15 Profits make up this fucking world

"We will...send the captured people to the construction site for screening and divide them into three grades, those with the worst figures and faces, those with average faces, and...the best..."

Marco spoke slowly, not knowing whether he had not yet reacted to the previous electric shock, or was deliberately delaying time to gain a breather, or was thinking of countermeasures.

Anxi didn't know, but he was a human trafficker anyway, and if he didn't like it, he just turned on the switch.

"Ahhh!"

The sudden electric current caused Marco to scream, and then suddenly disappeared. His saliva, tears, and nose were all flowing, and his whole body was twitching.

"I forgot to remind you, if you speak too slowly, you will get shocked." Anxi said, "So, in order not to torture each other, please speak faster, okay?"

"Okay, okay!" Marco responded repeatedly, ignoring the pain caused by the electric shock.

As a self-aware person, he knew that his fate today would not be good and death was inevitable, but now he just wanted to stop suffering so much pain.

Sometimes even death is a luxury.

"We will leave the worst ones at the construction site and bring the better ones here. Then, the ones that are not virgins are generally worthless. After playing with them for a while, they will be put on the construction site. If they are good-looking, they will be put to the construction site.

If they are virgins, then we will find someone to sell them at a high price..."

"Is this the Patrice St. Gabriel I mentioned before?" Anxi asked.

"Yes, that's him...that's all I know!" Marco nodded.

"That's all? Where can I find him?" Anxi frowned.

"I...I don't know..." Marco replied with a trembling voice.

"It seems that our punishment is not enough." Anxi raised his eyebrows and pointed his eyes at Brian who was standing aside. Brian walked over directly with the cloth ball and was about to stuff it into Marco's mouth.

"No, please, no... I really don't know, I only know that he is from the National Bureau of Internal Security in Paris!"

Marco cried bitterly and begged. If he didn't know who he was, he might even be heartbroken when he saw this miserable situation, but now Anxi just felt quite comfortable and happy.

Scumbag, he has no human rights here.

"Do you think this squeezes out something more? Are you sure there is nothing more?" Anxi asked with a smile.

"No, it really doesn't exist anymore. I only know this much. Every time he makes a transaction, he asks us to put the goods on a ship and then send people to drive away. We don't dare to follow him..." Marco said

Everything he knew was told in one breath.

"Looking at your performance, I somewhat believe it. However, since you said no before and ended up telling useful information, your credibility level with me has become lower." Anxi said slowly.

The first half of the sentence made Mark couldn't help but look happy, while the second half of the sentence made him feel like he was in heaven and fell into hell.

"No, you have to believe me, I'm telling the truth, I really don't know any more!" Marco begged.

"Believe in yourself, the limits of human beings are improved through repeated challenges. Under the stimulation of electric current, I believe you can recall more useful information, which can help you to escape quickly." Anxi persuaded seriously.

Then he motioned to Brian.

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Brian forcefully stuffed the ball of cloth into Marco's mouth and turned on the switch.

Anxi directly picked up the camera on the table and walked outside. Brian did the same. Marco, who was racking his brains in despair to recall any other information, widened his eyes. This obviously meant that he was not planning to come back!

Damn it, they just want to torture themselves to death in the electric chair. They never planned to give themselves a happy life from the beginning!

Marco realized this, but it was useless. The strong ropes tightly bound his body to the chair. With Brian, a retired agent's method, there was no chance that the chair would loosen or break.

The feeling of being burned in the fire of hell will last until he dies completely!

"Are you sure this is all?" Brian asked Anxi after going out.

"Probably, he obviously doesn't have that kind of willpower. It's basically impossible not to say anything in this situation," Anxi nodded, "And the most important thing is that the information I got from him is different from what I got before. Got in touch.”

"That Patrice St. Caliph?" Brian asked.

"Yes, the information I got from the chief of the Paris Police Department is that this is the person he knows, and because the other person is from the National Security Bureau, he cannot find out more detailed information." Anxi nodded.

"...How did you get the news from him?" Brian couldn't help but ask.

"Director Laurent is a man with a strong sense of justice. Under my influence, he successfully recognized himself, told me everything, and made the decision to sacrifice himself."

Anxi said seriously.

"...Are you serious?" Brian was stunned. On the one hand, he felt that what Anxi said was simply a myth, but on the other hand, Anxi probably wouldn't joke about this kind of thing... He was immediately confused.

Is there really something that can emerge from the mud and remain unstained?

"The main thing is that I compared the information he gave me with the information I got from here, and after verification, they are consistent with each other." Anxi lowered his head and swung the camera and said.

"Then combined with all the current intelligence, it is obvious that the root cause of this matter involves French officials, or at the level of senior officials."

"As expected." Brian nodded.

French officials were involved in this matter, and Bryan also had speculations.

It is absolutely impossible to say that France, one of the five permanent members, is unable to control or does not know about the gangs in the country that are doing such dirty deeds.

The only possibility is to reach cooperation.

Profit makes up this fucked up world - Brian knows this very well.

He has understood this truth countless times in the past, but he has no intention of exposing it, it is useless.

Even he himself was once a member of this filth. Not everyone in the missions he performed was innocent.

But they should never have, they arrested their own daughter.

There aren't many things that Brian cares about, and if the only thing he values ​​most is taken away, then who will find them will be an angry father and a king's agent with no bottom line.

"We need to obtain the files of the Internal Security Bureau before we can take the next step," Anxi said.

"I have a friend who is now the deputy director of the French Internal Security Service. I have contacted him before." Brian said suddenly, and then paused as if he had realized something.

"...Deputy Director, your position seems to be quite high."

Anxi, who was playing with the camera, raised his head and looked at Brian: "Do you think your friend was involved in this matter?"

"..." Brian was silent and spoke.

"He'd better not."


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