Xu Chuan often says that human traffickers must die, but he knows very well that he, alone, Umbrella, can't change anything at all.

However, the annual net profit of the human trafficking market is around 150 billion US dollars, which is net profit, and the market for banned drugs is even larger. So whoever dares to stand in front will die.

He dared to shovel all the stylus fields in the Golden Triangle because he was backed by China and could find another way out for these farmers. In addition, the rise of new DU products has caused the shrinking of the Hailuoyin market.

If you try it in South America, the CIA dares to transfer the Delta over.

So Xu Chuan actually saw it very clearly. All he could do was see one kill one, or donate some money to those anti-human trafficking public welfare organizations. Of course, if these people need help, he could also provide manpower.

However, this is really the limit he can achieve. These two businesses, plus arms, will really keep human society in check until the day when human beings are destroyed.

...

What happened in Washington and New Jersey made America furious again.

The scene was broadcasting on the TV news at Victor's house.

"Robert died like this?" The banker sat on the sofa in silk pajamas with a red wine glass in his hand.

He wasn't talking to anyone, he was just talking to himself.

This is not a good thing. Several of their consortiums have planned to support Robert in running for the next president. They have some differences with the current president on this matter.

However, sometimes things are like this. Whoever supports or does not support who depends on the situation.

At present, this second-generation ancestor who was protected by the family could bring them more benefits, and it was much easier to control than the cunning woman Madeline Pierce.

This is why he was invited to that extremely secret party before.

But now all this has become a bubble. Victor picked up the phone but looked at it very late, and put it down again.

He decided to talk about it tomorrow, and he needed to discuss with others whether to support Madeline Pierce or to change to someone else.

However, there seems to be no suitable candidate at the moment. It would be great if Robert Stanton had any brothers, at least he could use his death to attract attention.

But he didn't notice any sound on the phone.

After drinking the red wine in his hand, Victor was about to go back to his room to sleep.

Then the lights in the room flashed twice and turned completely dark.

“Shit!”

Victor cursed, then shouted the housekeeper's name loudly, and no one responded after a few words.

"It's really a hell." He groped and walked towards the cabinet leaning against the wall, where there should be a candlestick.

Lighting candles, Victor walked out of the room with the candlestick.

The corridor was also dark, with only the neon lights on the opposite building shining in through the window.

"Henry~", he shouted the housekeeper's name as he walked forward.

However, there was no response, and he seemed to be the only one in the entire building.

When he walked to the stairs, he planned to go downstairs to take a look. The housekeeper's room was on the first floor.

He didn't think anything happened. After all, his area is the safest in New York, and there is a complete set of security equipment. If there is any accident, it can automatically call the police.

The electricity on the first floor was also interrupted, and the whole house was pitch black, and only the candlestick in Victor's hand was flashing with a faint flame.

"Henry~"

Victor had already walked to the door of the butler's room, which was not locked and had a gap.

He pushed open the door and saw his butler lying neatly on the bed.

The room was very dark, and the candlestick could only shine on a very small part. He moved his hand to the right, and suddenly saw a figure full of black standing by the door.

"Ah~", just as I was about to shout, a needle was stuck around his neck.

Xu Chuan, wearing a black dress and covering his face, took the candlestick from the other party's hand to avoid falling on the carpet and causing a fire.

He and Feines invaded Victor's house, closed the alarm system, cut the telephone line, and pulled the switch.

Victor's wife and housekeeper were both injected with sedatives and they could sleep until noon tomorrow.

However, for safety reasons, the limbs of the two people were fixed.

Two men in black moved their heads and legs, lifted Victor upstairs and walked into the bathroom.

One person was arranged at the gate to guard against unexpected situations. The others were divided into two groups, one group was responsible for searching valuable information in the house, and the other group was responsible for interrogating Victor with Xu Chuan.

He gave him another shot, so that Victor could wake up.

What he saw was the ceramic tiles in his bathroom.

The lights were on and the electricity seemed to have recovered. He tried to move and found that he had been stripped of his clothes and his limbs were fixed on a chair.

Looking around, two men in black one-piece protective suits stood and looked at him.

"What do you want?"

Xu Chuan and Lynn Feins looked at each other. They thought the old guy would be scared, but they didn't expect to be so calm.

"If you have money, I have two million cash in my safe and some jewelry, which can be quickly cashed out."

Victor Ziegler has never seen any storm in the past few decades. As long as these people have a purpose, he will have a way to get out of this small scene.

Xu Chuan shrugged, "You think I'm an idiot. Your safe is connected to the security system. If you really want to open it, it will take less than five minutes to check it."

Victor shook his head, "I can help you open it. As long as you don't hurt my family, money is not a problem."

"I won't call the police, you know that people like us are most afraid of trouble."

Victor looked at the other party, and he knew that the person who spoke was probably the leader of these people.

Feins looked at his boss and shrugged. This old guy was probably not easy to do.

Xu Chuan didn't care, so he waved his hand to Feins. The other party opened the door and walked out and quickly moved in a few large plastic buckets.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Then several layers of plastic cloth were laid in the bathtub and on the ground.

Victor swallowed, and he had some bad premonition.

However, he knew that he could never seem panic at this time, and he had to calm down to correctly judge the situation and make decisions.

"Sir, you haven't answered me yet."

How do you give me a response? Even if you ask for a price, you still need to communicate?

Xu Chuan was wearing a one-piece nuclear and biochemical protective suit and double-layer medical rubber gloves on his hands.

"Okay, we're not here to rob."

Seeing Feins ready, Xu Chuan walked to Victor.

"Inquiry with you about the sacrifice activity you played on Long Island, what kind of activity is it? Who has participated, who is the organizer, and where do those children come from?"

Victor Ziegler's face changed slightly, but he controlled it in an instant.

Tsk, Xu Chuan really admires the depth of this city.

"Sir, I don't know what you are talking about. You know I'm a postal person."

Xu Chuan nodded, then looked at the time on his watch, "OK, it's eleven half past the evening, we have a long time."

He took out a small black bag from the travel bag placed on the floor and spread it out on the countertop of the sink.

There is a very exquisite set of surgical tools inside.

"Mr. Ziegler, do you know where to start skinning?"

Of course, Xu Chuan did not expect his answer, but said to himself, "I usually start with my ankle. Although according to the tradition of our country, it should start from the top of my head, you will not be able to answer the question in that way."

Victor watched the other party take out a scalpel from the bag, and he pursed his chapped lips and began to sweat on his head.

"I'm not a doctor, so my knife skills are average, don't be surprised."

Xu Chuan walked over and pulled the chair under Victor back a little, leaned against the fish tank, then blocked the other person's mouth with a towel, and began a minor operation.

Victor Ziegler began to scream, and the scream came from his throat, he could feel the knife cutting through his skin.

After about five minutes, the other party stopped and Victor felt that a century had passed.

His body was trembling all over his body, and he had never felt this pain in his life.

Xu Chuan took tweezers and lifted a piece of skin ten centimeters from the other party's calves, and then put it in front of Victor's eyes for the other party to appreciate it.

"I haven't seen this angle?"

Xu Chuan put the skin on the other person's forehead, then put the scalpel and tweezers on the table next to it, and took off the towel from the other person's mouth.

"Mr. Ziegler, I don't want to delay my time on this and answer my questions, and then I'll just send you to hell, so everyone can save trouble."

Victor now knows that he will die, but he doesn't want to give up.

"Sir, I really don't know what you're talking about, I can give you a lot of money."

He was trembling and gasping, his whole face trembling.

Xu Chuan stroked the back of his hand on his forehead, "It's hard for me to do this. I'll say a few names, how good I'll send them to accompany you."

Stripping the other party's skin is not the purpose, but the necessary means to achieve the goal. Otherwise, he would not choose this method that takes time and energy.
To be continued...