Amoeba copy, 2:45 p.m.
On the wasteland, a dozen middle-aged men, shirtless and with paint on their faces, were waving chains in their hands and shouting excitedly.
"Get her!"
"Don't let her get away!"
The diesel engine roared.
The slave-catching team, sitting on similar modified mountain bikes, saw the opportunity, and the chains in their hands flew out with a roar.
At the end of the iron chain, the rough hook hung on one end and accurately grasped the woman's back.
With a scream, the woman's body was dragged to the ground by the straight iron chain, and the sharp iron claws hooked her shoulders.
The hooks and claws bite, sinking deeply into the flesh.
"Amei!"
Surrounded by four simple mountain bikes, the man's eyes were split open. He had a baby strapped to his back, and he hurriedly jumped towards the chain with a crazy look on his face.
Flesh friction.
The man hugged Ah Mei angrily and tried to use his body to cushion the woman's body.
He clutched the iron chain tightly with both hands, trying to break the hook open with his bare hands, regardless of the sharp claws.
The woman could only scream feebly as the vehicle dragged her along.
In order to protect her man, she refused to let go even if her legs were scratched by gravel.
The bright red blood stain stretched all the way.
The extreme pain did not make the man choose to let go.
He just broke the iron hook with a sad expression and called the woman's name loudly over and over again.
Paled face.
Under the severe pain, the thin woman almost fainted from the pain.
"run..."
"leave me alone.."
The woman named Amei moaned feebly, looking at the baby behind the man with half-closed eyes.
Crying.
The child, who still didn't know what happened, closed his eyes tightly and cried weakly.
"drag!"
"Hurry up! Drag them to death!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Throwing the chain, the muscular man with a ghostly pattern painted on his upper body looked crazy. He wound the chain several times as if appreciating the beautiful scenery and tied it to the back of the car.
He was huffing and puffing, and the excitement in his eyes could not be concealed.
He likes nothing more than dragging living people into pieces.
What will be left in the end depends on where the iron hook is hooked.
In the pickup truck next to the mountain bike, a man with pigtails glared at him dissatisfied:
"Stop delaying!"
"She's too thin!"
After that, he shouted loudly to his companions around him:
"Stop the car first! Arrest this man!"
"He's strong!"
"Sell him to the slave arena!"
A man with pigtails shows a higher status.
At his command, the vehicle gradually stopped.
At one end of the chain, the man looked pale and stared at the sharp claws hanging on his wife's back. A pair of fingers were dripping with blood from cuts.
Under the violent shaking, half of his right little finger was cut off by sharp claws.
The woman on his lap had already passed out and did not know whether she was alive or dead.
Amei is too weak.
They had not eaten for three days and had to rely on tree bark and grass roots to fill their stomachs.
The baby behind him had already sucked up the last mouthful of Ah Mei's milk, and if it sucked any more, it would be blood.
Crying feebly.
Footsteps sounded one after another, and the leather boots crunched on the gravel.
The man raised his head in despair, and a pair of black leather boots studded with lace stopped in front of him.
"Uh-huh."
The owner of the leather boots picked up his messy hair with his left hand wearing a fingerless glove:
"Savage."
"You're under arrest."
"From today on, you will be called Dougou 77."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man in front of him grinned, his mouth was studded with gold, and his tongue was studded with tongue nails.
The smile is cruel.
Savage, no need to ask for name.
He skillfully opened the man's mouth and then his eyelids with his right hand.
Like inspecting livestock.
After a few seconds, he smiled with satisfaction, and then slapped Dougou 77 on the back of the head:
"dog."
"You can't look at the master!"
"See you next time! I'll dig out your eyes and sell them!"
DouGou 77's body is in good shape, at least his teeth are not too badly worn.
A fighting dog like this sold into the slave arena is worth at least half a bag of cornmeal.
Dougou 77 trembled and lowered his head, his hands covered with blood at a loss.
He didn't dare to resist, and he couldn't resist.
Despair, pain.
I thought that by sneaking over the barbed wire fence, I could hide with my wife near the safe area and struggle to survive.
Unexpectedly, the cut barbed wire was a gap specially made by the slave-catching team.
He had heard from many people that he knew what would happen to savages like himself if they were caught sneaking across the border.
Afraid, absent-minded.
If it weren't for the child behind him, and if it weren't for his wife still lying on the ground, she wouldn't know whether she was alive or dead.
He would rather kill himself.
The man in the leather boots didn't pay attention to his performance.
Every savage caught is like this.
He swayed and prepared to get into the car:
"Separate the woman from the fighting dog."
"Keep the body."
The men on the side nodded and bowed after hearing this. Many of them looked at each other and then laughed ferociously.
"Boss, do you still want to keep this woman?"
"No slave owner would buy her like this."
The men who obeyed the order brutally kicked the fighting dog to the ground, and then roughly snatched the baby from the man's back.
Begging, kowtow.
The man cried bitterly and begged these people to return the child to him, but what he got in return was a series of severe beatings.
The man known as the boss turned his head slightly and looked at the subordinate who asked the question:
"Are you an idiot?"
"If you dress up, someone will like you..."
The words have not yet finished.
The man wearing black boots with velvet looked puzzled as he listened to the gradual roar of the engine.
high speed.
Three cars?
Motorcycle?
The engine roared and gravel flew.
far away.
The fastest driver was Zhang Tie, who stared at the convoy with a cold expression.
Those who are awakened have always good ears.
