Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 267 Human Traffickers Deserve to Die 12

In fact, as early as when Sirong woke up, she quietly fed some spiritual spring water into the mouths of these unconscious children.

Human traffickers don’t care about the side effects of sedative drugs or what kind of damage they may cause to children.

All they wanted was for the children to remain quiet during the transfer. When they reached the next buyer, as long as they were alive, they could be sold for money, so they didn't bother with estimation or measurement at all.

With the help of these spiritual spring waters, those medicines should not cause any physical harm to these children.

The most embarrassed people now are Wang Yongan and the police officers who rushed over to support him.

Everyone seemed extremely busy, as if they were carrying out some important mission. Police cars and ambulances were parked neatly at the first intersection leading to the abandoned factory, flashing red and blue lights.

They deliberately created all kinds of noises, pretending to be carrying out complex coordination work, as if this could cover up the screams coming from the abandoned factory.

Just a slight turn will lead you to the gate of the abandoned factory, and the situation inside can be seen clearly.

The leader of the support team stood next to Wang Yongan, with his hands on his hips, looking up at the sky, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "People in your village, can't you shut people's mouths before beating them?" His tone was full of disgust.

When Wang Yongan heard this, he looked as if nothing had happened.

He smiled and pointed to the sky, trying to change the subject: "Ha! The weather is pretty good today! Look at the moon! It's not round at all! Haha!" His laughter seemed particularly abrupt and discordant in the tense atmosphere.

Other police officers also cooperated with Wang Yongan's performance. Some were checking their equipment, and some were talking to each other, as if trying to ignore the screams that kept coming.

The team leader looked at his watch and said loudly to Wang Yongan, "Come here and study the battle plan. We will go in and control the situation in half an hour." He waved his hand, signaling everyone to prepare for action.

Wang Yongan also put away his smile and gave the team leader a grateful look. He understood how ridiculous the performance just now was, but it was just a tacit agreement to give face.

But this face, but also take risks. Under such circumstances, the team leader gave everyone another half an hour, really... a good man!

Everyone pretended to study it for half an hour, but they couldn't delay any longer.

They must enter the abandoned factory as quickly as possible, stop the ongoing violence, and bring those involved to justice.

Following the leader's command, the police quickly assembled and quietly approached the abandoned factory. They carefully rounded the corner and approached the gate, ready to launch a surprise attack.

Inside the abandoned factory, several human traffickers were tied up, their faces bruised and swollen, curled up on the ground and groaning in pain. It was obvious that the beating they had just received had taken its toll on them.

The beating was over, but the punishment wasn't over yet. At the hair salon, Wu Xiaoming, razor in hand, was giving the trafficker, known as "Red Sister," a yin-yang haircut under the guidance of an elderly woman.

Sister Hong's face was filled with fear and humiliation. Her hair had been shaved off, revealing her uneven, blue-white scalp. Her eyes were filled with despair, but she dared not utter a single sound.

Currently, those who hold plungers and other weapons that can be considered as weapons are grandparents, with an average age of 75 years old.

Things like plungers, crutches, and even cooking spatulas surrounded the traffickers with sharp eyes.

Uncle Liu, the oldest man in the village, has a hunched back but is still in good spirits.

He held a plunger in his hand, his expression serious, as if he were completing some sacred ritual. He squatted beside the "flat-headed brother," earnestly performing "assisted respiration" on the pig's face, which was so swollen that its features could no longer be seen.

"One, two, three, breathe in!" Uncle Liu muttered to himself, pressing and releasing the plunger in his hand on the honey badger's face, making a "puff, puff" sound, as if he was providing the last "life support" for the dying human trafficker.

"Uncle Liu, it's almost time. Don't kill him," a nearby grandmother couldn't help but warn. She leaned on a bamboo cane, her eyes wandering over the traffickers. If anyone moved, she would go up and hit them with her cane.

"It's okay, I know what I'm doing." Uncle Liu continued his "treatment" without even raising his head.

Wu Xiaoming carefully shaved Sister Hong's yin-yang hair, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked up at the old lady, and waited for the next instruction.

Although the old lady is old, her eyes are still sharp.

She glanced at the traffickers on the ground and said dissatisfiedly, "Is this an occupational disease? You shave too close. I should have let Xiao Liu do it earlier."

Wu Xiaoming lowered his head and touched his nose helplessly, thinking, it’s my fault that my business skills are too good.

This was the scene when the team leader brought his men in.

"Stop! We are the police!" The leader shouted, and the villagers moved aside. The police quickly stepped forward to control the situation.

The police officers began to handle the scene in an orderly manner, while the team leader looked around and frowned at the human traffickers who were beaten beyond recognition.

"Who did this?" the team leader asked symbolically.

As soon as he finished speaking, the grandparents in the village came over with crutches.

"I beat them. They stole children from our village. You should take me back with you." As 88-year-old Uncle Liu spoke, he began to take off his coat tremblingly, and the team leader was so scared that he hurried forward to support him.

"Old man, don't get excited, don't get excited." The team leader was so nervous that his voice rose eight octaves, fearing that Uncle Liu would lose his balance and fall again.

Before Uncle Liu could unbutton all his coat buttons, the team leader had already quickly helped him put his clothes back on.

My goodness, a medal covering half his chest, is this something he can handle? If the old man were to take off his coat completely, their director would have to rush over from home in the middle of the night.

The team leader felt uneasy and quickly helped Uncle Liu to the side. He found a chair for him to sit down and said respectfully, "Old man, you are our senior. Just leave these things to us. You don't have to do it yourself."

Uncle Liu sat down, took a breath, and said slowly: "A country has its own laws, and a family has its own rules. I hit someone, so you should arrest me."

The grandmothers nearby also echoed: "That's right, and me too, I beat them up, we'll follow along. If they get hurt, we'll kill them!"

The team leader felt a pain in his teeth after hearing these words. He finally understood why Wang Yongan refused to come in no matter what.