Human ladder

"There is disease in their hearts, so Allah has increased their heart disease; and they will suffer heavy punishment for lying, in the Name of Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Merciful."

It was a country in turmoil, with political chaos and a shrinking economy.

It is also a country with prejudice from the outside world.

Golden Crescent is located in one of the world's three major drug producing areas.

It is said that some developed countries in North America are clamoring to legalize tetrahydrocannabinol (THC), and these people cannot live without them.

This will be an unimpeded sale in the future.

The camel looked up and saw the sporadic footsteps coming from above its head, and there were quite a lot of people listening to the sound.

He lowered his head and turned his wrist a few times—the iron chains had worn the wrist bones out of his wrist, but he could no longer feel the pain.

Exposure is sooner or later.

How could Pasha tolerate a second defeat?

The basement is dry and cold, and the heavy iron door switch draws in the clammy air from outside.

The camel's ears moved, and he keenly felt that he might have been moved.

The sound of footsteps went from far to near, until it stopped not far from him.

The camel doubted for a moment the possibility that he was still alive.

He moved his neck slightly, and the iron collar used to fix his head tightened instantly, blocking his breathing.

Immediately, the blindfold covering the camel was taken off.

I don't know how many days it was, but this was the first time he saw someone.

It was the first time that the visitor had seen such a novel object. A pair of golden pupils rolled under the dim light, and their thick eyelashes drooped—like a pair of terrifying metal sharp blades.

"Oh—I knew you would come in person, Pasha, have you escaped?"

Pasha looked like a typical Yemeni, chewing khat leaves in his mouth, he bent his mouth as if he was in a great mood when he heard this, spit out the broken leaves in his mouth, and asked slowly: "I heard that you China has the punishment of skin and bones, do you feel kind?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the camel's legs.

The camel knelt on the special iron bed, its bent legs exposed to the air—one of them was already bloody.

Pasha felt that the situation was not aesthetically pleasing, and was speechless with dissatisfaction. Then he pulled the rotten meat with the dagger in his hand, exposing the tendons, blood vessels, and white bones inside.

The leg was motionless as if he had already lost consciousness, and it took a while for him to shake violently in response.

Like the meat that has been slaughtered on the knife, it's just a slow reaction of nerve endings.

"Camel, how many people have you killed with me?"

The whole body of Luo Tuo was in pain and almost passed out again. Hearing these words, he raised his eyes and looked at Pasha with difficulty, with sarcasm in the corners of his eyes.

The subordinates handed the hot soldering iron to Pasha, and reported respectfully: "You didn't say a word, Pasha, just kill him?"

Pasha didn't seem to hear this, and said in half-baked Chinese: "Chinese, I still have feelings for Chinese... It's just a camel, you told me that you are a person without roots, like walking through the desert camels, but the rulers of the desert.”

Pasha's whole body suddenly became excited, and he almost frantically held up the soldering iron in his hand, looking at the camel with breathtaking madness in his eyes.

Everyone will be more or less shocked when they learn that the undercover agent is a camel.

Only Pasha was so excited these days that he almost went crazy.

There has never been a shortage of punishments for torturing people in this world, but the ever-changing ones are nothing more than cruel means of torturing people.

Wanting to die but not being able to die is the most tormenting.

But the camel didn't want to die.

After hearing Pasha's words, he brushed his bloody tongue across his lips, smiled lightly, and then answered his questions one by one: "No more, no less, only 23 died in my hands. "

These are three people, two of them are policemen...the policemen who died in their own hands in order to protect themselves.

If I hadn't always remembered, even he would have almost forgotten, saying that I am a policeman.

"From China to Myanmar, and then to Yemen with me, camels, are you homesick? Fu Huan often cried and said homesick."

Speaking of this, he seemed to have a bit of pity and nostalgia, and twitched his fingers lightly, as if there was still someone's body temperature there.

The camel had been following this man for so long, so of course he knew what this man was like when he went crazy, so he didn't answer.

The pasha approached the camel, grinning and raised the iron over the man's thigh.

They actually peeled off the skin of the camel's thighs to reveal the bloody meat and tendons inside. With inhuman screams, the smell of burning meat spread in the room.

These people have long been used to blood, but they don't feel uncomfortable at all. The screams of camels sound no different from killing pigs.

"I want you to lie down in this dark basement like a beast. Do you know what a beast is? Like Fu Huan, even though she is dead, she is still my most obedient dog. You are different. I want you to be the lowest animal in the world, like a mouse living in the gutter, in this place full of your own feces, and die a terrible death."

"I'm going to let you watch and see if the police will come to rescue you... Guess, a merchant ship that is transporting goods to Asia and you, who will they choose?"

The camel was startled in vain, the pain overwhelmed his thinking, he was unable to think about these questions, his blood red eyes stared at Pasha, almost wanting to swallow him alive.

Luo Tuo clearly knew that he had no value in him, and he was kept until now to catch someone with him.

Waiting until the Pasha left, the long torment finally ended,

His thoughts were temporarily occupied by the pain, but he still couldn't help thinking about the words that Pasha left just now.

In the current situation, the people over there couldn't spare a hand to save him, and he was quietly changed places.

In the situation of choosing one or the other, on the one hand, a large amount of drugs enter the country and are transferred to the hands of people from all walks of life.

Control and upgrade of money, desire, and power.

Blood, sacrifice, and invisible smoke are already filling the air.

And him?It's just that he has dozens of lives on his hands, and he has been mixed with these devils all year round, and he is already a human being, a ghost and a ghost.

If you die at this time, you can still get a good reputation, a clear conscience, and a new life.

The camel rolled its tongue and clenched its teeth.

Drops of blood trickled down his forehead.

It was dark here, and the concept of time had long been blurred in his consciousness, but he still raised his head subconsciously, wanting to see something from the airtight, coffin-like basement.

As long as he is dead, the people above will not have to face this kind of choice.

They can prevent drugs from entering the country, save thousands of families, and break this chain of interests.

As long as he dies, these pains will be gone, maybe his soul will return to his hometown, and he can see his family.

The constant pain made his consciousness blurred. His five fingers became claws, and the overlong nails became a deadly weapon. His dim eyes stared fiercely at the door above his head.

Just when he was about to call it a day, there was a faint sound of breathing from all directions, and then a strange-sounding sound came from the basement through a voice changer.

In the confined space, the voice of this person could not withstand transmission at all, and the camel could hear it clearly.

"Lu Qicong, former deputy head of Zhongyuan City Public Security Bureau, from Linwan."

"I'm not!"

The man smiled slightly, and his tone was gentle, as if chatting calmly: "Did they promise you that if you come back, you will be promoted and have a bright future?"

Then he added gently: "You can go back."

The infrared camera turned slightly, and took a close-up of this unrecognizable face with a look of determination and sternness.

The person outside the camera stared at this face, as if talking to him face to face: "I am very happy to hear that you are also Chinese. Pasha is too humanistic, but he is an out-and-out lunatic. We still compare Have something to talk about."

"What? The bad guy is here?"

"Pasha went to the dog's country he raised some time ago. He was afraid that the dog would be lonely by himself, so he killed her whole family to accompany her. By the way, I met your wife and children."

Wife and children...

Lu Qicong's wife and children.

"I heard that your son has just entered junior high school. It's been so many years. Have you seen him?"

The camel gave an appropriate sneer when he heard this, and twitched his facial expression, waiting to switch to a suitable expression at any time.

But he can't.

The sudden appearance of the relationship between the characters made him panic for a moment, and his determination to die was suddenly poured down by a pot of hot water. He subconsciously retorted: "Son? Why didn't I know that I have a son? What? What? Kill them and accompany me?"

The man sighed half-truthfully, and said, "You are Lu Qicong, you are no longer a camel."

It had been years since anyone had been called that name.

He has hypnotized and paralyzed himself for many years, kept hinting to himself, and repeatedly interpreted another persona of himself.

The name Lu Qicong sounded extremely strange to him at first glance.

At this moment, the door above the head opened with a sound, and large expanses of light poured in.

The camel subconsciously avoided the light.

The bewitching voice said softly: "Camel, I know, you don't want to die."

Everyone wants to live if they can.

The iron chains controlling the camel's hands and feet were opened remotely.

What kind of world is it outside?There is a lot of sunshine, people commute to and from get off work normally, sit at the dining table to chat and eat.

For tomorrow, for family, friends, love troubles.

Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, the most affection in the world.

Rather than a foreign country, he is carrying a heavy burden, but unfortunately no one knows, even if he dies here one day, there will not even be a tombstone facing east.

He heard that voice suddenly blurred, for a while it was a childlike innocence, and for a while it was a long and gentle cry.

"Crawl out, Lu Qicong. You still have a chance to go back and be a good husband and father...and this chance is given to you by us."

He crawled out little by little from the smell of blood and stench, the sun in the Middle East was dry, Lu Qicong stretched out his bloody hand and dug the ground little by little, leaving long finger marks.

He is a camel.

Every organ in his body has made a lot of reserves for living, looking forward to one day walking out of the desert and coming to his oasis.