Guoyun: My system rests with the country

The radish head fell on the cabinet, punched and kicked, and shook vigorously.

"Wuuuu...my best brother, why did you die here!"

The cabinet didn't move at all, and the high-strength alloy was directly embedded into the ground.

The carrot head slapped the glass in vain, as if trying to wake up the head with closed eyes. His expression was sad, and his eyes were full of fierce light.

"Hey, hey, who killed you, Eric, I must help you avenge."

On the other side, Wang Ziqian found a small door.

The door was unlocked, and inside was a rest room similar to a warehouse.

In the small room, there is a table, a bed, and dozens of cans stacked in the corner.

Open the drawer, there is a delivery list inside.

The more he turned back, the more ugly Wang Ziqian's face became.

"Hey, Carrot Head, come here!"

Unmoved, Luobotou knelt down on the ground, weeping sadly.

"Hey, come here quickly, I have clues about Eric here."

Hearing this, Luobotou wiped away his tears and ran over.

"Where are the clues, how did Eric die?"

"Here, this is the book. The last article contains news about Eric."

Luobotou took the notebook, turned to the last page, and his expression changed after a few glances.

He went back to the first page and read it again, turning faster and faster, suddenly threw the book on the table, and shouted angrily: "This is murder, how dare they do it!"

This book is the delivery list of the goods, and the goods recorded on it are all human organs.

This is a human organ trafficking den.

The delivery list clearly records how many "goods" have been sent out from this warehouse since this year.

The raw materials for the "goods" are these prisoners who have been severely punished and will never be released from prison for almost their entire lives.

Wang Ziqian never expected that Citigroup, known for its democracy and civilization, would have such an evil and dark side.

Citigroup once circulated that a black market price list of human organs, an organ that can be sold by a healthy adult, reached a maximum of 4300 million Citicoins.

This is a dark and bloody market with amazing benefits and great demand.

There are countless dignitaries and rich people who are waiting for matching organ treatment. There are too many people, even if they go bankrupt, they have to queue up to apply for organs to continue their lives.

And people who voluntarily donate their bodies have more or less flaws, at least as "raw materials", they are not so perfect.

Only the prisoners in the prison, especially this prison dedicated to serious criminals.Once inside, there is no hope of getting out. The prisoners inside have no worries about food and clothing, work and rest regularly, and basically have no other entertainment except for fitness. It has become an organ market and the best "raw material" production place.

Although these people have committed countless crimes outside, the crimes are unforgivable, and the heinous blood debt cannot be repaid in a lifetime.

But their end should not be like pigs, horses, cattle and sheep, like animals, decomposing their bodies and selling them for money.

This is a bottom line!
The reason why a person is called a person is because he regards other people as the same kind, and will not trample on and cross this bottom line.Otherwise, it is the annihilation of human nature.

Wang Ziqian patted Luobo's head on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, it's useless to be sad. Even if you want to avenge your friend, you have to escape from here first."

Luobotou nodded, and said in a low voice, "I know, thank you."

Wang Ziqian put the notebook in his arms, this is the evidence of secret activities in Citi Country Prison.

The two lifted the table to the gap of the exhaust fan, ready to climb in again.

"Huh? What are these jars for?"

"It's liquid nitrogen, the refrigerant added to the glass case."

"Let's take a few cans away, I think this thing will be useful."

The two carried a few cans of liquid nitrogen and stuffed them into the vent, crawling and pushing in the vent pipe.

After a while, suddenly a light flashed in front of him.

Immediately, the ventilation duct creaked and tilted downward.

Under the action of gravity, the liquid nitrogen tank fell out along the gap.

Wang Ziqian crawled ahead this time, he was in a state of surprise, looked down the gap, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Unexpectedly, the pipe was four or five meters high from the ground. What was even more frightening was that the ground was a mess, bloody and bloody. Hundreds of muscular men ran around and stomped on the ground, turning the blood and muscle tissue into purple-black flesh. mud.

Swish~!

A black figure flashed past, and the muscular man next to him jumped up and swung his claws, scooping up the black liquid, revealing the true colors of the people inside.

Wang Ziqian saw that he was an acquaintance, and quickly shouted:
"Lin Dong! Why are you here!"

Lin Dong saw that the person lying on the gap in the sloping ventilation duct was Wang Ziqian.

I was going to find him, but I didn't expect that the other party would find him by himself.

"Be careful, I'm here to save you, you step back, these people are monsters."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ziqian quickly kicked the carrot head.

"Quick back, quick back!"

While speaking, a muscular man jumped up and put his hands on the edge of the pipe.

A round head appeared in front of Wang Ziqian.

"Monster, go to hell!"

Holding the handle of the toothbrush, Wang Ziqian poked hard at the top of the opponent's forehead.

He still remembered what the big black man who was pierced by him in the cell said:
"The forehead is the hardest, but the forehead is the softest."

Pa~!

The handle of the toothbrush snapped off.

The big man grinned ferociously, and he couldn't wait to tear the opponent apart, letting hot blood flow on his body.

Thick white mist came out of one of the jars that fell just now, and the big men around seemed to be stimulated and moved away one after another.

"Wang Ziqian, what's in the jar?"

"It's liquid nitrogen! Liquid nitrogen for refrigeration."

Hearing this, Lin Dong saw the opportunity and used the Tiancong sword to cut open several pots on the ground.

A large amount of liquid nitrogen flowed out, and the flesh and blood on the ground instantly solidified, forming thick ice.

A thick white mist suddenly rose from the activity space, covering the muscular figure.

The air temperature plummeted, as if suddenly entering severe winter from midsummer.

The muscular guys started to stiffen their movements, and the expression on their faces, the part that belonged to people, was rapidly fading away, and transformed into a beast-like violence.

Lin Dong covered his mouth and nose, flew up and kicked down the big man hanging from the ventilation pipe.

"Wang Ziqian, give me your hand."

"Lin Dong, what are you going to do, the bottom is filled with liquid nitrogen, you can't breathe."

"I'll send you to the other side of the pipe, and climb up as soon as you get in!"

Wang Ziqian no longer hesitated, and passed his hand over: "I have a friend behind me, you send him here together."

Lin Dong was taken aback. It had not been 24 hours since the other party was sent to prison, and he made friends so quickly, which made Lin Dong, who was a little socially afraid, feel that Wang Ziqian was super awesome.

A man with a big head and a small body came out from behind, with a habitual flattering smile: "Hello boss, you can call me carrot head, please."

In the dense white mist of nitrogen gas below, there were already roars and fighting sounds.

Under the low temperature, these big men regained their violent animal nature, lost their minds, and no longer took the arrest of Lin Dong as their first order.

They yearn for blood, just like travelers in the desert who are about to die of thirst, yearn for clear water.

Lin Dong no longer hesitated, and sent the carrot head to the opposite side.

Withdrawing the Tiancong sword, Lin Dong got into the pipeline.

The three crawled forward quickly.