F continent time zone, May 24, around 1 a.m.
While Melanin was negotiating with the middleman entrusted by the Blood Tribe in the snowy plains of the East and West, Cab Strauer had been secretly escorted to the seaport on the west coast.
The illegal armed forces planned carefully in advance and opened up all the border relations along the way. Once they succeeded, they immediately transferred the hostages and quickly moved westward.
On the way, in order to prevent tracking, the kidnappers used a handheld simple scanning device to repeatedly detect signals on Kabo's body.
It was found that the metal buckle of his belt emitted a weak signal with a frequency of once every minute, which was basically consistent with the band of the orbiting satellite, which made the escort break out in a cold sweat.
They hurriedly stopped the car, took off all their clothes, belongings, and even rings and other accessories and threw them away.
Still uneasy, I put on another set of clothes and stopped fussing when I didn't find any problems.
It's not that they don't want the valuables on Cabb's body, but that they have a death order from above and don't allow any small mistakes to appear.
If the operation fails due to greed, the relevant personnel and their families will be punished in the most severe manner without mercy.
These desperadoes knew very well what was at stake and did not dare to slack off at all. Everyone worked with all their might.
In order to ensure the completion of the last collective action and receive huge commissions, this illegal armed force made desperate arrangements beforehand.
Each member who is willing to participate signs a certificate of life and death. As long as the matter goes smoothly, he or his family members will definitely receive a settlement fee regardless of whether they are alive or dead.
For the rest of my life, I won’t have to lick blood anymore.
The vast majority of the entire organization only knew that this operation was to rob a gold mine and only participated in the first half of the attack mission.
The core members continue to implement the second half of the escort work to ensure that the hostages are safely transported through the sea port and transported by sea to the designated point on mainland O.
Finally complete the agreement and get the commission.
On the west coast of Continent F, there is a port out to sea.
A small bulk carrier that had already completed loading slowly left the dock and headed north.
There is a reef group about 5 kilometers away from the sea port.
A speedboat picked up the six people who had just slipped down the steep slope from the shore and drove quickly to the small bulk carrier.
The speedboat has obviously been modified and is colored similar to sea water. The passenger seat is covered by a tent and is curved to reduce resistance. A silencer is installed at the tail, which reduces the sound by more than half.
On the high seas, two ships, one large and one small, gradually approached and confirmed the signal through signal lights.
The tied and masked Caber was held hostage by two strong black men, boarded on a suspended boat, raised to the side of the ship, and brought to a temporary compartment converted from a container.
Caber was pressed down on a chair, and two strong black men held submachine guns in their hands, standing on the left and right to monitor.
The lights in the compartment flickered on and off, and Caber couldn't see anything clearly through the black cloth. He could only hear the heavy breathing of the big man and the sound of waves hitting the hull.
Not long after, a tall man with a fair face, curly hair and blue eyes walked into the cubicle. He seemed to be of Western ethnicity.
Behind him, two middle-aged black men with strong backs and thick waists followed, with ferocious looks on their faces. They were battle-hardened veterans.
Two strong black men stood at attention and saluted the iron-blooded veteran with a nondescript military salute.
The tall man didn't say anything. He showed a metal rod he held in his left hand and moved it around Kabo several times. He then placed it on the table next to Kabo and waited for about five minutes.
After confirming that no signal was sent, he nodded to the two people beside him.
One of them immediately shouted to the door, and a thin black man dressed as a medical staff walked in carrying a medical first aid kit.
Without saying a word, he opened the box and took out common medical supplies such as syringes, disinfectant, and cotton swabs. With the help of the strong man next to him, he drew a tube of blood from Kabo's vein.
Kab's mouth was stuffed with cloth, so he couldn't make a sound. His body was tightly stuck and he couldn't move, so he could only be slaughtered.
This time, the amount of blood drawn was relatively large.
Kabo's face began to turn pale, his head felt dizzy, and his body seemed to be empty.
The medical staff poured a tube of blood into several different sealed small glass bottles, inserted them into low-temperature round metal containers one by one, capped them tightly, and handed them to the strong black man next to them.
The strong black man carefully stuffed the metal tube into the backpack behind the other person, quickly left the compartment and got off the freighter, got back on the speedboat, and returned along the original route.
After the two strong black men left, the medical staff measured Caber's blood pressure, nodded to the tall man and hard-blooded veteran to indicate it was normal, and then left the cubicle together.
Then the two big men guarding the door came in, moved Kab to the next room, put on the shackles and then loosened them.
When he took off his hood, Caber could see his surroundings clearly.
The narrow compartment is about one-third of the space of the container, with a bed, a table, a chair, and nothing else.
Sitting at the table, there was a set meal full of food in front of him, with two cooked eggs on the side, which was obviously to supplement the malnutrition caused by the blood draw.
Kabo knew that his evolved bloodline was very special, and his blood had already been extracted. There was no point in going on a hunger strike. If he wanted to escape, ensuring his basic physical strength was the prerequisite, so he started eating immediately.
Two strong black men were waiting nearby. After Caber finished eating, he packed up his things and walked out of the room, locking it from the outside, leaving him alone in the room.
From beginning to end, no one said a word except for calling someone in the middle.
Based on his own judgment, Kabo deduced that he got on the boat and went to sea, and a lot of blood was drawn at the same time. The purpose was probably used by the vampires for testing as warned by the family.
At this point, Caber finally understood that not only had he been kidnapped, but his fate in the future would be very tragic.
At this point, Kabo realized the seriousness of the matter and knew that the family would never sit idly by and would definitely do their best to rescue him.
At this moment, the ship has entered the vast sea. No matter how powerful the family is, trying to find him is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Next, we cannot place all our hopes on family tracing or negotiation. We must make full use of all opportunities to have a chance of survival.
Otherwise, once they are escorted to the opponent's lair, they will live in darkness and darkness for the rest of their lives, and become a blood-forming machine for the opponent's bloodline upgrade.
The futile resistance was meaningless, so Caber chose to surrender temporarily and ate food to accumulate strength, waiting for the time to come when he would have the strength to escape.
As a life evolver, he is still very young. With these iron walls and wooden tools, it is really not easy to seek death, so he does not want to die.
What's more, the camera on the wall pointed at him is always paying attention to every move. If there is any abnormality, the guard outside the door can rush in to rescue him.
It's about 2 o'clock in the morning.
After more than a day of stress and excessive blood draw, Kabo quickly fell into a deep sleep.
In the same container, in another compartment.
The tall man and two iron-blooded veterans were sitting on chairs, seemingly discussing something.
Several people stared at the monitor's screen from time to time. Seeing that Caber never had an overreaction, they were finally relieved.
Kabo is the core of the entire operation. If something unexpected happens, all efforts will be in vain and no one will be able to deliver.
An iron-blooded veteran said: "Mr. Heath, don't worry. We have double security measures and will monitor all his actions throughout the process to ensure that he will not commit suicide."
Hiss: "General Torres, General Gesang, this matter is not trivial. The mission cannot be completed, but if you are going to lose your head, you must be careful!"
Torres: "Our clan has put our wealth and lives on the line. Chief Green ordered us to deliver the target safely to the destination at all costs."
Heath: "There is no retreat for everyone, we must do it well."
Gesang: "I hope you will abide by the agreement and complete the transfer as soon as possible."
"Of course. I want to report the situation to the superiors. The two generals should rest early."
After Heath finished speaking, he left the cubicle and went to his own private room.
After he left, Torres and Gesang gave some instructions to the monitoring personnel and then went back to their rooms.
Heath returned to his room, immediately took out his satellite phone and reported the progress of the matter to Prince Hiller.
"Very good! Thank you for your hard work, Earl Hiss. When this mission is completed, you will be the great hero!"
"Thank you for the compliment, His Highness the Prince. Thanks to the Prince's personal guidance, I was able to successfully escort the hostage to sea. I will do my best to escort the target back to the clan for business."
"Well, be careful along the way. If the pick-up location changes, I will notify you in advance."
"My subordinate understands."
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4am.
Under the dim light, Kabo, who first fell asleep and then pretended to sleep, stopped snoring and raised his ears to listen carefully to the outside world.
Outside the door, the intermittent snoring of two guards could be heard. Apart from the sound of waves crashing, there was no sign of anyone moving.
Cab pretended to have just woken up, yawned and got up, searched around and found the bedpan under the bed.
He loosened the belt of his pants and planned to urinate on the spot. He looked up at the camera and casually moved the potty to the blind spot under the camera.
I looked up casually and noticed that the camera never moved around. It was probably that the people in the monitoring room had also fallen asleep.
I couldn't hold it any longer, so I resisted the urge to urinate and emptied my body quickly.
When no one was paying attention, he stretched out his hand to touch the smelly shit that was pulled out, and soon touched a small black ball.
Let go of the urinary tract, wash the ball and hands with urine, and quickly swallow the small ball into your mouth without paying attention to the strange smell.
After doing this and observing everything around you as usual, your tense nerves relaxed.
Then, he deliberately coughed violently, which alerted the doorman.
When the guard opened the door, he found that Kabo was defecating. The stench made him almost vomit, so he quickly closed the door.
Later, Cub knocks on the door and holds out the bedpan.
A guard held his nose and took it, then quickly ran to clean it.
Another guard kept cursing while closing the door.
Kabo ignored his complaints and went back to bed. After relaxing his mind and body, he felt extremely tired and fell into a deep sleep.
At dawn, Kabo was still sleeping, and the escorts wanted to save trouble, so no one woke him up.
Until noon, Kabo woke up leisurely, rubbed his eyelids that were still unable to open, and struggled to sit up.
The guard reported the situation to General Torres, who had already gotten up.
Torres thought it was caused by physical discomfort caused by the blood draw last night, so he ordered the kitchen to get some nutritional supplies to supplement the loss.
Before the hostage reached the designated location safely, he didn't want this guy to be slowed down by illness.
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