"Really need support."
"The growth rate of the Dawn Armor is not unlimited."
"Even if the rest of us put on the Dawn Suit, we can barely reach level 1 of psychic power at most. Even Romero can only reach mid-level psychic level of level 1 at most."
"If there is heavy firepower, we are still in some danger."
Russell analyzed calmly and rationally.
The white ape monster in America, which barely reached level two after going berserk, suffered a lot of damage when faced with the firepower of anti-tank missiles and 120mm smoothbore cannons.
If some strategic-level weapons and more firepower coverage were used, the white ape monster would have been able to be eliminated without the leader taking action.
He chatted with the newly joined Zhang Zihang and Owens in Spark. The demigod-level monster they saw was about the same as it could ignore most modern technology.
In short, modern technology still plays a big role in the spiritual power system.
They don't even have level 1 spiritual power, and they can barely reach level 1 even with the Dawn Armor.
It must not be underestimated.
"But there is good news."
"This is probably the source of the various small forces we have been dealing with in the past three months."
"As long as we remove the core of this criminal network, human trafficking organizations in half of Europe will be severely damaged."
"The related impact will also spread to the entire world, which will weaken the trend of human trafficking."
Seeing that Russell was still analyzing calmly, John said this to boost morale.
Hearing this, everyone around him subconsciously began to breathe harder.
Once this is done, it can be said that a visible part of their dream has been completed.
Since gaining extraordinary powers, they have been like superheroes and have done so many things in the past three months that they could not have imagined before.
Now, there is an opportunity to put an end to the primary stage of the dream.
When everyone was deep in thought.
There was the sound of a child waking up.
Everyone looked around and saw that the child who had been almost treated by them slowly opened his eyes.
…
When Gulme opened his eyes, he saw three men and one woman staring at him.
Except for a certain bald man who looked a bit fierce, the other three people looked very kind.
But having just woken up from his dream, he was still a little confused for a moment.
He was silent and said nothing.
"Look, you scared people."
Martha was keenly aware of Gulme's avoidance of Romero's gaze, and rolled her eyes helplessly at Romero, who was still smirking beside her.
"ah?"
"Am I really scary?"
Romero pointed at himself, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Seeing this, John nodded silently,
Russell thought about the relationship between Romero and his many lives, and struggled to control the idea of nodding.
Martha's face was full of feigned disgust.
Seeing everyone laughing, Gulme finally stopped being silent.
"thank you all."
Gurmei murmured slowly.
Gulme remembered that it was these people who had rescued him from those minions before.
Although the voice was low, people around him could hear it clearly.
They wanted to say "you're welcome" with a smile, but thinking about the experience of this twelve-year-old boy, they all fell into silence subconsciously.
When everyone was silent, Gulme, who was originally quiet, asked with eyes shining: "Do you want to... go to the lair?"
"nest?"
Russell frowned, looking at the little boy with shining eyes, and probably guessed something.
Before Romero could react, he tried his best to put on what he thought was a kind smile and asked, "What do you mean by nest?"
Gulme subconsciously avoided looking at Romero and said, "The territory of those scum is near here. I call it a lair."
"I am taken back to the lair by those minions once a week for a week of so-called baptism, and then I will be taken again to nearby or further places to beg."
"Whenever I come back to this area, I seem to be able to smell something frightening from the wind and snow."
Gurmei said, looking at the cold wind and snow whizzing by outside the door.
Maybe it's intuition, maybe it's something else.
In short, as soon as he returned to this area, even if the ice and snow scene looked featureless, he would immediately be sure that he was back.
The splattered blood, the hollowed-out body, and the repeated torture of electric shocks, beatings, drugs, etc. during the baptism...
Countless painful memories always came to his mind when he was close to the nest.
"baptism?"
Russell accurately captured the crux of the boy's words.
Although he didn't understand the specific details, Russell could be sure that it was definitely not a simple brainwashing.
The baptism in the boy's mouth gave me a chilling feeling.
Romero also put away the smile on his face and listened solemnly and seriously.
“For goods that haven’t been sold, they regularly go through the process of maintaining servility.”
"this process……"
"this……"
Gurmei paused after saying this, and his young face, which had been very determined since he woke up, could not help but feel a little more fear at this moment.
Seeing this, Martha quickly hugged Gulme and patted his back to comfort his trembling body.
The twelve-year-old child could no longer maintain his pretense of determination and sobbed in Martha's arms.
Russell and the others took a deep breath when they saw this and didn't ask any more questions.
The so-called baptism is actually like this.
There are so many ways to maintain servitude, many of which are painful and bring about both mental and physical torture.
This is a common method used by human trafficking organizations. Russell and the others know it all too well. All "goods" in human trafficking organizations are inseparable from this kind of baptism.
This is why Russell and the others insist on combating human trafficking.
These dark places need eternal daylight!
Russell's eyes were solemn, and such firm belief flashed in his heart.
The other people, like Russell, lowered their heads with gloomy and solemn expressions.
This status quo will not always exist.
They have been fighting this phenomenon for half their lives, and they will completely solve it with Yong Zhou's help!
Give light to mankind, just like the sun will always rise the next day.
Since joining Yongzhi, they have never been more firm in their belief.
If it can take three months to crack down on human trafficking organizations in half of Europe, then it can take three or thirty years to do the same in the entire world.
While everyone's thoughts were complicated, the hut also fell into silence.
But this silence did not last long.
soon……
In the hut with only the crackling of flames and the whistling of wind and snow, Gulme's firm and eager voice sounded: "Please let me go to the lair together!"
Against the backdrop of the firelight, Gulme's eyes shone with an indescribable brilliance.
Not everyone can make such a firm decision to return to hell.
And this twelve-year-old child firmly made such a decision.
