Great time travel

Chapter 11. From One Purgatory to Another
In early autumn, a remote village in Donbas region, eastern Ukraine

The rude laughter of soldiers and thugs, the desperate screams of women and children, the rising black smoke, the rumble of artillery in the distance, the croaking flocks of crows, the swastika waving in the wind, and "Kill the Russ, kill more Russes" frantic clamor...

With the arrival of a group of thugs carrying swastika flags, this once peaceful and leisurely Russian village fell to hell in an instant.

——Some people may think that this scene took place in the Soviet-German war years that made military fans excited, but in fact it is in the 21st century when the smoke of World War II has long since cleared.As for these Hitler admirers with swastika flags and mostly bald tattoos, they are not "noble Germans", but an independent battalion of the National Guard sent by the Kiev government to suppress "eastern terrorists".

In short, after a lapse of 70 years, the land where the Soviet Red Army and the Nazi German Army once fought desperately, finally raised the swastika flag again.

Everything is like history repeating itself.

However, the Soviet Red Army that once defended this land with the banner of sickle and hammer no longer exists.

The best garden villa in the village has been requisitioned by this independent battalion from Kiev at this time. It is now equipped with a full set of mobile hospital surgical equipment and connected to a miniature emergency generator. The smell of disinfectant and blood is everywhere. , and some people in white coats come in and out from time to time... However, just look at the "circle of people" surrounded by high-voltage power grids in the backyard of the villa, and the civilians and prisoners who are tied up and cry desperately from time to time. There are piles of corpses piled up in the ditch outside the door, waiting to be buried, you know that this is not a field hospital, but a death camp full of Nazi style.

By the same token, these guys in white coats are not angels in white clothes who save lives and heal the wounded, but demon doctors who have lost their consciences—after each "operation" is over, there will be several or even a dozen corpses with their stomachs ripped open. **The corpses were thrown out like the plague pigs that failed the quarantine in the slaughterhouse, making this place not only like a man-eating lair of abyssal demons, but also like a bloody altar for the Mayan civilization in Central America to sacrifice the living.

— In order to extract money more efficiently from prisoners, this modern concentration camp has no longer used the "backward and wasteful" gas chambers.

Accompanied by a few sharp horns, a Humvee military vehicle slowly drove into the courtyard of the villa, and a bearded and strong man wearing a camouflage uniform and a bandage on his head stepped down, who looked like an officer.Before he had time to enter the room, he saw two doctors in white coats pulling out a boy with brown hair who had been disemboweled and not even sutured with a trolley from the room. Lost it in the ditch outside the door.

Seeing this, the sentinel standing at the door skillfully untied his rifle and put a bullet in the boy's forehead, "helping" this unlucky boy who had just had his organs removed and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, to release him. Pain also wipes out the beginning and end of their criminal behavior.

"...Good afternoon, Dr. Hans." Seeing this, the bearded Ukrainian military officer hurried forward to stop a doctor in a white coat, and greeted a doctor in a somewhat blunt German, "...how are you free now? ?"

"...Well, it's fine now, just now is the last 'raw material' scheduled for processing today. There is no surgery to be done next."

Dr. Hans from Germany was washing his hands by the sink, and pouted at the gutted corpse of the boy who had just been thrown into the ditch, "...But, I didn't ask you to come over in the morning on the radio Is it a trip? Why did you delay until now?"

"...Sorry, doctor, but I really can't get away this morning. Some soldiers in the front line are sabotaging and making trouble. They say they have served in the front line for three months and have reached the time stipulated in the contract, although they have not fought anything. It was a tough battle, but it also suffered a lot, and the food was so poor that it was worse than a dog. Every day, there was only black Leba bread, which was enough to be worthy of the swastika flag. Now we must either let them go home or pay them Salary and improved food." The Ukrainian military officer lamented, "...I can say it is useless, but many of the people making trouble are the children of my old friends, and even my relatives and nephews. I really can't suppress it, so In the end, we had to pay some travel expenses and let them go home and forget about it.”

"...Isn't this expected?!" Dr. Hans whistled, then lit another cigarette and smoked, "...seriously, you have to pay for food, clothing, housing and transportation at your own expense. , You need to buy your own firearms to fight a war, and you need to pay for medicine yourself when you are injured. The monthly salary is only a dozen dollars and there is still a 'self-service' army in arrears. Don't say three months of service. I think it is a great dedication to serve for three days. spiritual."

"...Yeah, we poor Ukrainian heroes who can't drink vodka are of course incomparable to you fat civil servants raised by the Germans with beer and sausages. Even the field rations supported by the United States have been obtained by the Kiev authorities on the black market They are sold on the Internet, but they are not seen at the front line.

Alas, since we can't count on the damn Kiev authorities to send money to support us, then we can only do it ourselves, recycle waste, and use these damn Russians to make money.All for democracy and freedom in Ukraine! The Ukrainian major with a beard sighed, "...forget it, let's stop talking nonsense, I'm short on time.Has the money arrived in Berlin yet? "

"...Well, the payment for the last batch has already been sent. Each kidney is [-] euros, and each heart is [-] euros... After deducting the service fee of the intermediary and wiping off the odds, the total is [-] Euros. You can check your account now."

Dr. Hans shrugged and told his assistant to hand the Ukrainian officer a laptop connected to a satellite dish.

"...Oh! This is simply a black-hearted price given by Grandet or the Jews!" The Ukrainian major complained dissatisfiedly while checking the account, but did not raise any more objections-after all, if there is no German The doctor and the connections and technology of the organization behind him simply can't make such a business, "...By the way, doctor, you seem to have said on the military radio station that there is a new 'business' today?"

"...Well, yes, the hospital over there in Berlin has just added a new order to us for 7 hearts, 9 kidneys, and 5 lungs. But the request must be from the living body, not from the dead These organs are removed from the body. Otherwise the product is of poor quality and may be rejected.”

Dr. Hans handed over another faxed document, and said to the Ukrainian major, "...By the way, because some patients are almost unable to hold on, this order is urgent, preferably within a week. I hope you can send at least thirty 'raw materials' over, it should be no problem!"

"...No problem? Damn! The problem is big! The situation on the front line is not good recently. Those rebels have received a lot of funding from the Communist Party and are launching a counterattack. We already have several independent battalions and independent brigades here. Surrounded, and my troops may retreat at any time, how can I help you capture so many 'raw materials'?" The Ukrainian major curled his lips, and at the same time looked up at the "circle of people" behind a barbed wire fence, and found There were still a few curled up figures inside, "... Aren't there still some people locked up there, why don't they use it?"

"...Why not use them? Do you think that modern organ transplantation is to find a living person or a fresh corpse at random, take off the heart, liver, lung and kidney, wrap it in oiled paper, and send it back to Germany in a postal package. Is it that simple to install on a patient?
Mr. Major, if that were the case, every crematorium or field hospital would have already made a fortune on dead bodies!

In fact, we must house a sufficient number of living people in advance, and conduct a series of cumbersome medical examinations while they are alive. The patients are just a good match.Otherwise, it may lead to severe rejection after the transplant operation, it is better not to transplant.

In addition, the harvested organs must be stored in special containers and cannot be stuffed into the refrigerator casually. Even in this way, they cannot be stored for too long, no more than 24 hours at most, otherwise they can only be used as specimens.Therefore, when our side starts to remove the organs, the German side has to prepare for the operation on the patient at the same time. If there is a delay in any link, the organ transaction is tantamount to nothing! "

In keeping with the rigid German spirit, Dr. Hans reprimanded the major with an arrogant face, "...In short, I have disposed of all the 'raw materials' that can be used here. The rest These people can't even pass the blood test, what do you want me to use? Do you want to take off their internal organs and cook offal soup? Mr. Major, if you want to get more money, please send me more More 'ingredients' come over!"

"...Okay! Okay! I understand, but there are really no more prisoners of war, and it is very troublesome to arrest people in nearby villages——Our organ business somehow seems to have leaked some news, and there may be a European Union recently. Some people came to investigate, and the above hinted that we should restrain ourselves..."

The Ukrainian major vomited bitterness to the German doctor, but then changed the subject, "... However, I still have a few deserters from other troops in my hands. I planned to shoot them in public, and I will send them all to you now. It can be sold for as much as the price..."

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On the other side, in the "circle of people" behind the high-voltage power grid, Sophie, who was thrown here less than a day ago, was already dressed in rags and had bruises at the corner of her mouth. And stared at the two humanoid demons who were talking loudly in the yard with resentful eyes.

Although the warm sun was shining on her body, she only felt a burst of bone-chilling coldness.

Oh, God!They are openly selling the human organs of their compatriots!Treat living humans like lambs in a slaughterhouse!
damn it!These neo-Nazis who brazenly advocate democracy and freedom are doing such insane and evil deeds behind their backs. How is it different from the German Nazi SS who used human skin as lampshades 70 years ago?
Fortunately, I thought that after so many years after World War II, Europeans should become more civilized... Sophie thought desperately.

Those two thugs who planned to kill people and sell their organs didn't seem to regard the "raw materials" behind the barbed wire as human beings, or they thought they didn't understand German.But they didn't know that Sophie had already learned German fluently 20 years ago - from the crotch of a German client!
In the past 20 years, she has changed from an innocent and kind girl to a prostitute who is proficient in bed skills.However, compared with those blonde Ukrainian girls who died of drug addiction or AIDS and festered in a foreign country, Sophie thought she was lucky, because she survived those unbearable years after all, and brought Returning to his hometown with his savings from selling himself for many years, he rebuilt his own home.

However, this luck came to an abrupt end this year—as if in the blink of an eye, the overwhelming flames of war and gunpowder tore apart the poorest country in Europe. was burned to ruins.Ms. Sophie, who lost her home again, joined the militia guerrillas in a rage, but she was helpless as a prostitute who was not expected to carry a gun. When she participated in the battle for the first time last night, she was unfortunately left behind and captured.Afterwards, she was raped and beaten first, and then thrown into this death camp.

Next, Sophie saw with her own eyes what is a crueler purgatory on earth.

"...Last week, they took our family. The day before yesterday they took my father away, yesterday they took my mother away, and they never came back... My sister and brother were killed by shells last month , it will probably be my turn next, Aunt Guerrilla.”

Lying in her arms, the little blond girl Sonia spoke of her tragic experience in an indescribably dull tone, "...I have heard the story of "Zoya and Shula" before, and I know it too I guess what the Nazis will do to me. I don’t have a home anymore, so I’m not afraid of death, really... But, Aunt Partisan, please tell me, will your people defeat these Nazis and avenge us?”

"...Yes! I will!" Sophie replied with her head down and sobbing—what a lovely child, as delicate and beautiful as a flower, but now she is about to wither under the clutches of the Nazis, "...our ancestors once Having defeated the Nazis, now we will definitely defeat the neo-Nazis!"

With tears in her eyes, she said so comfortingly to Sonia, and was relieved to see a smile on the little girl's mouth.

Although this still cannot change their desperate fate of being disembowelled and dead.

However, at this moment, Sophie felt the mobile phone in the inner pocket of her clothes, and there was a sudden vibration-after being captured last night, those enemies seemed to be quite amateurish, and they didn't search her carefully, so that Let Sophie successfully bring the phone in.

However, this place has been turned into a piece of scorched earth, and there is still a mobile phone signal?

Sophie thought suspiciously, but she still watched the movement of the guarding soldiers vigilantly, and carefully turned on the phone—she had made up her mind, even if she couldn't see the dawn of victory with her own eyes, even if she couldn't wait for her comrades Even though she and Sonia may not be able to leave here alive, she must at least spread the tragedy here, so that everyone who still has kindness and justice in their hearts knows what these crazy neo-Nazis are. What atrocities committed...

Then, she and Sonia saw a strange dialog box on the screen of the phone:
"...Want to know the meaning of life? Want to really...live? YES/NO? What does this mean?"

Sophie and Sonia exchanged a puzzled look, and then Sonia tried to stretch out her finger and clicked "YES".

In the next moment, they found that there was darkness in front of their eyes...

And then, the two ill-fated blond women, one big and one small, disappeared from the neo-Nazis' death camp without a trace.

—although, it seems like a jump from one purgatory to another...