Illegal slave trade
It was time for him to wake up while dancing in the chair of a pagan with his arms tied.
"...!"
He opens his eyes slowly, and when he sees his body completely restrained, he starts to seize with surprise.
"Ugh! Ugh!! Huuuuuuuugh!!"
Of course, I could not escape because I was tightly restrained. And what are you going to do in front of me when you get out? These bastards mean they can be easily crushed with their bare hands. I can also tie my arms and legs apart like a ribbon. Of course, you can drill a hole in your body with your fingers to make it look like sponge rice.
For a long time, a pagan who had been in a state of confusion saw me.
"...!"
Then I'm surprised again.
I didn't know I was dancing in front of you because I was in a state of confusion. No, it could have felt like a dream or a fantasy. I was dancing more than anything.
Anyway, I knew he was terrified.
"Calm down. I'll let this dance go."
"Ouch! Ahhhhh!! Ooooooooooooooo!!"
- Pull!
- Aggravation!
I kept dancing.
Raise your arms like a murderous ballerina, spinning and kicking into the air like a swan. And he grabbed his chest as if his heart had exploded and cried out like a beast.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
"...!"
Of course it doesn't end there.
The waist was bent backwards as if in an exocyst bridge position, and then the house was driven into a crazy-looking reverse quadrant.
-Tutatatatablam!!!
It was almost like a high-speed minicar.
"Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!!!"
Screaming like a heavenly cow, it moves like an iron rod as it hits a wall and sticks its fingers intensely into a wooden ceiling. This is no longer the case.
- Grass.
I walked through the ceiling and landed in front of the pagan eyes.
"Argh...! Ugh! Ugh!"
A pagan who had already been completely devoured by terror was crying while squeezing a tear line, even stopping screaming. Human beings are weak in fear. When you see this, no one is forced to cry.
I would rather dance naked if I knew it would work like this.
- Suck it!
I pulled out the rag that I had stuck in his gills.
- Bloop.
More saliva.
"Nose, Collock! Why, why are you doing this...! Argh! I'm sorry! I did it wrong!"
After coughing, the pagan complained in a completely frightened voice. It is necessary to completely remove the soul of the person under investigation.
"Why...! Why..! Why.. Ugh!"
I gave him a scalp massage while brushing his head.
"Scalp massage."
"Yes...?"
"Feel good?"
"Argh! Argh...! Argh! Don't do this, please...! What did I do wrong?"
"How do you feel about a scalp massage?"
"Argh...! Argh!"
This son of a bitch has a pretty bad feeling about this.
Then we have to pay for it.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!! Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"
I grabbed his face and shook my head with a grip and gave him a tremendous shout. It's the sound of breathing and shaking your tongue.
"Ahhh!! Ahhhhhhh!!"
"Quiet!!!!"
"Huff!"
"How did you feel about a scalp massage!!! Why don't you answer me!!!!"
"Great! Great!! It was a great scalp massage!"
"Yes?"
Now we have the answer.
"Then take more."
I asked him again, massaging his scalp.
"What's our friend's name?"
"Name...?"
"Yes. Name."
"Lucas..."
His name is Turtan.
"What's your name?"
"Yes...?"
"What's your name?"
"That... Lucas..."
- Ugh!
As he blows the wrapper intensely, he brushes with the chair.
- Wudang Bath!!
"Khhhhhh!!"
The blood bursts from the bursting lips, and the broken pieces of teeth scatter. How dare you lie to me? I can't stand lying to you, even if you're working in a fucking facility.
"What's your name?"
"Turtan! Turtan!!"
The right name came out.
"Why did you lie?"
"Well, I mean!!"
"Why did you lie?"
"I thought I had to hide my name! Sorry! I'm not doing that anymore!"
"Uh-huh, yeah. I'm telling you the truth, I'll take care of it for once. Then don't lie from now on. Promised?"
"Yes, yes...!"
I put the fallen chair back up and sat him down.
And he walks on his little finger and shakes it slowly.
"Toes. Hooks. I promise."
"Hiiq...!"
Don't you dare follow him?
"Pinky finger!!!!"
"Go, hang the ring!!"
That's how he followed my song.
"Pumpkin!!"
"Hey, promise me...!"
"You'll promise me, you won't!!!!!!"
"I promise! Yes!"
It's good.
Now you're ready to talk.
"All right, then we're Turtan. What did you do at dawn today?"
"At dawn... I was doing my job."
"Where?"
"Workplace..."
"Where to work. Oh, fuck. Let's just break the arm and get started. I can't take it anymore because the answer is too cool."
"Yes? Yes?!"
As he grabbed his arm and tried to break it, he replied seizedly.
"Sangulla! I was working at a slave store called Sangulla! I'm the executive there! I worked overtime on the day the auction started!"
"Oh, you were an executive! Is he a tall man?"
"Do you want money...?"
"Kind of. Anyway. What are you doing there?"
"No, it's a slave hawk!"
You're stuttering so badly.
"Our Sanghala is a store that only sells slaves who have been airborne through legitimate procedures… so many of you are looking for it because we have maintained a long tradition. Unlike anywhere else, it's all legal."
"Yes?"
On the surface, of course.
"Is it just a slave sale?"
"Absolutely!! Leitas is a bad place to lose, but we have trust!!! I've never done anything bad! Trust me!!"
I've already found out that they're loading bodies underground and taking them out through a secret port somewhere.
He's hiding it now.
"Yeah, well. This is going over for a while. When did you start working?"
"It's been... three years."
"Three years? It's only been a year?"
According to the paladin's report, it was last year's story that he crossed over here. Suddenly he came, and suddenly he became an executive. This seems to have something to do with paganism, but the paladin did not investigate it.
"..."
He was silent.
Silent, rolled his eyes.
"I lied again!!! You lied to me again!!!! I promised you with my little finger ring, but you tried to trick me again! Miioooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!"
Seizure rage burst out.
"Wait!!"
After I untie the strap that tied his arm, I grasp his arm and break the joint to the other side.
- Boom!
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooo!! Ughhhhhh!!!"
"Quiet!!!"
"Ooooooooooooooooooooo!!"
When he breaks the joint, he screams, and his arms grow like jelly. The joint that was connected from the elbow has been removed.
I turned that fallen forearm like a spinning lever.
- Bloop.
The arm, which lost its concentric point of articulation, twisted like a banging screwbar.
"Turn it off!"
The pagan who did not win the pain fainted.
- Ugh!
He blinks as he strikes the pack.
"Ooooooooooooooooooooo!! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
"If you don't shut up, this time it's the other arm."
"Billion...! Shush...!"
I don't want to scream at him, but I want him to shut his mouth.
You don't have to listen to people.
"Listen, Turtan. If you lie or talk about the facts differently, you will pull out the joint of the whole body. I already know about you. I'm going to ask a lot of questions, and if I say something different than I know, I sanction it. Do you understand?"
"Sniff...! Oh, I see...!"
As usual, this kind of coercive torture cannot be perpetrated.
But I've been looking at the secret entrance to the 5th floor of the corpse and that damn plate in the basement. That's the proof. They were conspiring evil, so torture is a must.
If you hadn't seen it, you wouldn't have been able to use these means.
I cannot simply torture a suspect accused of murder, but I can confess by torturing him if I personally witnessed him organizing the body.
"You came here a year ago, right?"
"... yes."
"Why did you lie?"
"Well... I..."
"Because he's the executive of paradise ascension. You pagan."
"That's it, that's it! That's ridiculous!"
He screams in surprise.
"Do you know what paradise is?"
"That's not it!! Please!"
Of course you do. The paladin investigated your paradise ascension and followed it. He had a seizure, but it doesn't work anymore.
"I won't. Let's rip the balls off first. I'll rip it out with my hand. This is a rebellion against the male hormones. Removing the causal link makes it easier. Open your legs quickly."
"Argh! Argh! All of it, all of it! I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you everything!"
"Yes? Then answer the question."
That's how I was able to surrender the turban.
No one can be tortured.
"What were you doing underground in Sangulla?"
"Poetry, corpses! We've kept the body!"
He immediately talked about the body.
I didn't tell you anything about the body.
That's what I know.
"And I used my boat to get out!"
"Why? Tell me why."
"There's a man... who buys that body! I don't know who! I was just given an order! Do the job here!"
"Who ordered it?"
"Senior preacher...!"
A superior preacher.
"Fuck you! Who is it!!!!"
"Hey, you sent me here! He's the head of our religious branch!"
"Branch Leader? Is it different from Sangula Dominator?"
"Even though the dominant is a pagan... I don't know! It's true! I was only given his orders!"
The same professor.
However, given the existence of a command system, it seems certain that there is a small group. And there, as the superior preacher said, is thorough enough to come here and do the work.
This goes beyond paganism to anti-state organizations.
"Anyway, it's your paradise, right?"
"We are not the same cults as Paradise Ascension, we are the New World Coming!! It's a misunderstanding!! It's different!"
The New World Summit.
It is a religion that is presumed to have the doctrine of Paradise Ascension and Tabak, from doctrine to God's coming. Although the doctrine is different, it only changed a few.
The name's just a smokescreen.
"Okay, but what happened to the body?"
"Upstairs in Sangula... we give female slaves to rice, perverted sexuals... and they kill them! We're just trying to recycle the body...!"
Isn't this too exotic?
This is what a man who seriously believes in the religion of the New World Falls was doing.
It is incomprehensible.
"Recycling mentality doesn't matter. But so many slaves?"
"Yes... because we travel around the country... the slave supply is easy. There are so many criminals..."
"The slave supply is easy?"
I take out the iron rod I found in his corner and split it in half.
"Yes...?"
And then split it in half and put the pagan knuckles between two iron sticks.
"Now, wait!! W-what!! Stop! Gmaaaan! I'll tell you everything!!"
I used the grip of my hand as it was.
- Quack!
"- Get out!!!"
Ordinary human bones and flesh cannot overcome iron. I pressed the two iron sticks with my grip, and the flesh of the finger in between bursts and the bone breaks.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrgh!!!"
A great deal of pain followed, but now I only use one finger.
Because there are multiple fingers, you can use it more than ten times per hand, and you can do it again where you did it once because it is not cutting. There's less bleeding than anything else and nothing to die from.
So there's nothing you can hide from me.
"Now, pagans. Put your next finger on it."
"Abducted! Abducted slaves!! I'm running a slave hunter squad!!"
"Quickly, next finger."
"Illegal! Illegal!! I was kidnapping people and selling them!! Please! Please! Ahhhhh!! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!"
Illegal slave trade.
During the imperialist era, Western powers enslaved innocent black people. There was no way to accumulate wealth by maintaining a labour-intensive workforce.
These bastards were doing the same thing.
Sugar cane fields.
Sugar cane fields. Sugar cane fields. Sugar cane fields. Sugar cane fields. Sugar cane fields. Sugar cane fields. Sugar cane fields. Sugar cane fields. Sugar cane fields. Sugar cane fields. Sugar cane fields. Sugar cane fields. Sugar cane fields. Sugar cane fields. Sugar cane fields. Sugar cane fields. Sugar cane fields. Sugar cane fields. Sugar cane fields.
Sugar cane baaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!
"Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"
- Scream!!!
"Wuaaaaaaaah!!!!!!"
I screamed and shredded this pagan's fingers!!! The fingers in between the iron bars exploded, and every time, the pagan fainted, but when new pain came, he opened his eyes again!!
"Argh!! Arghhhhhh!!"
"Miioooooooh!!!!!!"
I've been doing interrogations repeating it for a long time.
"Argh...!"
The investigation revealed that they were abducting people by operating a unit of slave hunters and gathering them to Sangula. Of course, while we go through legitimate proceedings in prisons in other provinces to save slaves in large quantities, it is an eye-opener.
The real thing was illegal slavery.
"Hick... Hick...! Above, Counterfeiter... Professional Counterfeiter Hayke... Employment... Hihihihib! Employed… There's a stamp there…"
I hired a professional forger to forge a deed.
The store sells a mix of illegal and legal slaves.
And on certain other days, they sell slaves who have illegally airborne to special VIPs without the knowledge of rats or birds. At this time, they usually sold abducted beauty. In fact, beautiful female criminals are not uncommon.
If they pick up the goods and kidnap them, they will bypass the place and enter Sanghala. I could touch the big money with this. There are a lot of signs that want beauty. There will be even more people who want a beauty who can commit it secretly by herself.
In addition, a perverted business was also built as an illegal place, so it was set up to torture or kill women, as we saw on the fifth floor at dawn.
At the same time making big money selling slaves and offering entertainment.
The bodies and the rest of the slaves must also be supplied with surplus water.
What the hell is the point?
Why collect the money and take out the bodies?
"Why did you do this?"
"The preacher told me to raise money... so I could... go to the New World..."
He said with his eyes full of chewy turbans.
He seemed to be seriously believing in the new world.
It follows the doctrine that the god of the new world who came one day only saves himself and creates paradise.
"If you kidnap innocent people and sell them as slaves, are you going to the New World?"
"They too... are sacrificed for our new world... so we can all go to the new world together later..."
"You crazy bastard!!"
According to him, slaves who have been sold illegally can also go to the New World paradise because they have sacrificed their lives to the apostles of the New World.
Because we believe in these things, we take people's lives lightly.
The paganism is also dangerous.
In other words, it means that even if they wage war or kill at will, they have no guilt or responsibility because they have done it for the New World.
"Wow, but fuck. Is that how you bring out the bodies sacrificed for the New World?"
"Argh... I don't know who he is... but he is the body of those who sacrificed their lives for the New World... and he said that he would do well for a funeral... Argh!"
"That's insane."
I organized all the interrogations into my head.
Sanghala was an illegal slave trade that maintained a close relationship with the New World Summit. While he was legitimately undercover, he was behind the scenes touching big money for kidnapping people. I've done everything I can to hire a counterfeiter for the Human Hunter Unit.
And a senior preacher of this religion is entrusted with this business to Turtan.
The purpose is to raise money.
There's nothing more money than the slave business.
You must have a lot of money.
The corpses that occurred in the process are also taken out somewhere with a feeling of being incidental. Obviously, it is because there is a bird in use somewhere. Living `fresh slaves` are also taken somewhere according to their usefulness.
It was a very well-built business.
This is not something you can do for a day or two. This is quite suspicious of the lord here. More than anything, this son of a bitch was completely religious.
He seemed to really believe in paradise.
I still couldn't overcome the pain.
By the way, the New World Summit and paradise ascension are made by the same person. Raising money seems like we're finally doing this for the money waiting somewhere.
"So, where is all that money?"
"Vault... Hiccup! It's in the vault... the custodian comes regularly and takes it... black."
"When was the last time you took it?"
"Two months ago..."
Then it must be piled up.
You should take that, too.
Anyway, the chewy turret was forced back into the air to tie himself up and investigate the whole house. Rip the floor, break the drawer, break the ceiling, and search.
"What is this?"
I was looking so hard that I could find a book on the black cover.
"Scripture..."
"Ohh."
We should take care of it.
This is a good income.
There was nothing more to take.
Immediately after blocking Turtan's eyes, ears, and mouth, I strangled him, fainted him, searched for paper and pens, cleared the contents of the interrogation, and put them in a sack and returned to my home.
You crazy pagan son of a bitch.
Nine is dead now.
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