Sara

It turned out that Linshu had an impromptu physical examination, and he was in good health without any abnormalities. It seemed that as long as he didn't kiss to the point of drawing, nothing would happen to him with ordinary mouth-to-mouth.

The fly in the ointment is that Linshu was hit mentally, causing phantom pain in his stomach.

This non-physical stomachache lasted until he and Yofasha were on the way out of the city. It seemed that there was an accident on the road ahead, and the whole road was extremely congested. Whether it was ordinary old vehicles or the suspension vehicles that the Empire had developed in recent years, they were all stuck. Can't move on the road.

The suspension vehicle is a low-altitude vehicle with a flat chassis and no tires. Its volume is similar to that of ordinary vehicles. Due to regulations, it is generally set at the factory that the flying height should not exceed a certain number of meters, so as to avoid a large number of traffic accidents.

Even if the suspension car is limited in height and speed, has poor battery life, and is insanely expensive, the only advantage is that it does not pick the terrain and looks beautiful, so it is still quite popular in the city.

Linshu looked up at the few hovering vehicles that were far apart above him, and thought that the rebels had asked him if he needed one. He thought it was too conspicuous, and its safety was hard to say, so he rejected this rare vehicle Upgrade suggestion.

Whether the safety performance is good or not was verified the next second he retracted his gaze.

What first appeared in his line of sight was a white fog, accompanied by a deafening bang, the air wave of the explosion lifted all the suspension vehicles in front, and countless vehicles on the ground were also pushed to the rear. The car hit, and the strong shock even made him dazed for a few seconds.

The explosion outside hadn't stopped yet, and the sound of serial explosions was heard from time to time, accompanied by the roaring and screaming of some people.

Linshu didn't know what happened, but felt that this place couldn't last long, so he flipped to the back row and picked up a metal suitcase, and then came back to release Fasha's seat belt.

"Are you ok?"

It took Yofasa several times to recover, and he shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

"Let's get out of the car first, there seems to be someone exchanging fire here." Linshu opened the car door, led Yofasha down, and barely protected him in his arms.

Now he heard more clearly, not only the explosion, but also the gunshot.

More people got out of the car and ran away from the explosion in a panic along with the frightened pedestrians on the road.

Linshu was no exception. He kept being hit by passers-by. During the period, his hand holding Yofasa was knocked away once, but he held it again in an instant. The two of them ran all the way to a quieter place before stopping. .

He was worried that Yofasa would not be able to keep up physically, so he looked back at the person he was leading: "You still..."

His concerned words stopped abruptly.

"Thank you for bringing me to a safe place... Huh... this gentleman..." The man propped his knees on one hand, panting, and raised his head after a while, revealing a slightly immature face, from the school uniform on his body Looks like he should be a college student.

It wasn't Yofasa, who actually made such a low-level and fatal mistake. The thickness of his wrist was not much different but the feel was very different. He actually pulled the wrong person.

Linshu turned down his face and shook off his hand, and rushed back against the flow of people without saying a word.

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It was rare for Yofasa to react very quickly. The moment their hands were knocked away, he suddenly withdrew his hand, grabbed a young man's arm, and precisely pinched the young man's wrist between Linshu's palms.

Linshu didn't know that he would pull his hands, and by taking advantage of this subtle time difference, he managed to get rid of Linshu's shackles.

He followed the flow of people, walking fast and steady, carefully avoiding any passers-by who might bump into him.

When the crowd gradually thinned out, he slowed down, looked around, and walked towards the bustling area visible to the naked eye.

As he walked, he took off the mask that Linshu put on him, pulled off the peaked cap and hair tie, and at the same time, he took off his coat and held it in his arms, looking at the sides of the street from time to time, where there may be surveillance Make sure your face and body shape are fully exposed to the camera.

Passers-by occasionally cast their eyes on him. He ignored the gazes of everyone around him, took off the brooch on his chest, and broke out the fixed needles.

If Linshu was here, it would be unbelievable that Yofasa, who couldn't even button his clothes well, could use this brooch to disassemble the bracelet and destroy the locator inside.

However, Yofasa was not good at manual work after all. The brooch scratched the back of his hand several times, drawing two bloodstains. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, and the blood would coagulate after a while.

After removing the bracelet, Yofasa threw the brooch into the grid-shaped sewer opening, pinched the first button of the collar, and pulled it down forcefully.

"cough……"

The buttons were sewn too firmly, Yofasa failed the first time, and instead strangled the back of his neck.

However, his physical strength was not as bad as Linshu imagined, at least he was stronger than ordinary women, and after trying a few more times, he still tore the buttons off.

The button disappeared down the drain like the brooch.

On the surface, Linshu didn’t care about details, but in fact, he installed trackers on every piece of Yofasa’s clothes. He didn’t let Yofasa know that he didn’t say anything when the rebels put bracelets on Yofasa, and he even lied to his own people.

It's a pity that Yofasa has sharp eyesight, and those buttons are not original at first glance, even if the style and color are similar, there is still a difference in his eyes.

Today is a very suitable day. He just had a stabilizer injection last night. As long as he can contact the empire, the council or his "guardian" will come forward to notify the government personnel in Tusa City to give him support. After obtaining relevant materials, even Since the imperial capital didn't have time to deliver the medicine, he could also make the medicine himself in a short time.

After moving away from the place where the locator was discarded, Yofasa stopped temporarily and observed the crowded streets for a while, trying to find a guy who seemed more helpful to help him.

He rarely had contact with outsiders, and he couldn't trust his own eyesight, so he fell into a difficult decision for a while.

Women are generally more sympathetic and are more likely to be willing to help, but in such a chaotic place like Tusa, being approached by a strange man may make him vigilant. He doesn't know whether he looks like a good person or a bad person in the eyes of others.

While Yofasa was hesitating, a young man in a hoodie came over on the side of the road. He was wearing a hood, his brown curly hair was cut short, and his face was ordinary and unrecognizable.

"Are you lost, sir?"

Yofasa thought for a while and asked him, "Do you know how to get to the nearest police station?"

"The police station, just across this street." The young man in a hoodie pointed to a row of houses beside him, "It just so happened that my wallet was stolen, so I have to go to the police station to report the case. Come with me."

Yofasha nodded, walked beside the man, and observed the surrounding situation at the same time.

He was delayed here for a while. If Linshu was in the right direction, he might be found, so he didn't have time to hesitate.

The young man in the sweater turned his head and turned into an alley. Yofasa followed his footsteps and stopped at the entrance of the alley.

He has been warned many times since he was a child not to go to narrow and dark places, even in the palace. This kind of dark horny bump is a high-risk area for accidents.

"What's the matter?" The man turned his head suspiciously when he heard Yofasha stop.

"How much money did you lose?" Yofasa asked suddenly.

"Ah?" The man scratched his head and reported a number.

Yofaza took a step back.

The day before yesterday, when Linshu was chatting with him, he mentioned that the doctor who treated him these days had his wallet stolen in the street.

He was curious for a moment, so he asked the police station about the standards for filing a case, and listened to Linshu's discussion for a long time.

Different districts in Tusa have different standards. The only thing that is certain is that the amount reported by this person will not be filed. If he is a local, he should not be unaware of this.

"You found out..." The man in the sweater noticed his backward movement, and his innocent expression was replaced by a distorted smile. He revealed the silver nail on the tip of his tongue, and spread his hands, "We were planning to suspend work today, But you are so easy to deceive..."

I didn't cheat very well, I just reacted slowly.Jehofasa defended himself in his heart, he had worked hard to get rid of the habit of cranky thinking.

The purpose of this guy is unknown, but it must not be a good thing. Yofasha was about to retreat to the crowded street, but before he could turn around, he was hit hard on the side of the neck.

They are more than one.

Yofasa lost consciousness.

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"Didn't you say to stop and check the situation first? Why do you want to bring someone back?"

"It's Anandalong and his gang who are in conflict with others, not a small organization like ours. Who will care about us guys who can't get on the stage at this time."

"Those who want to eliminate the human trafficking market in Tusa are backed by rebels. They claim to be noble. Do you think that only the Ananda dragon will suffer? When the leader is eliminated, we will be eliminated too."

"This is the best time to make a fortune, and there is no Ananda Dragon in the middle, we can contact the buyer directly... You have also seen, this person's appearance..."

When Yofasa woke up, he heard a conversation between two people, one of whom was the one who lured him into the alley before, and he remembered his voice.

The unfamiliar voice was much closer: "It would be better to be younger. Boys aged sixteen or seventeen are easier to shoot, but they are indeed pretty."

"Adults have the advantages of being an adult, and some rich women like this one. Don't think that the buyers are all greasy bald-hey, wake up."

Yofasa slowly opened his eyes, and the person in front of him bent over to look at him was a middle-aged man with a beard growing around his chin and creases at the corners of his eyes.

This place seems to be underground, there are no windows, and the bar and wine cabinet can be seen where the chandelier shines, which may be a room converted from a bar.There are several people sitting or standing in the distance, all casting their gazes unanimously.

His hands were tied behind his back, and he was lying sideways on a sofa. His clothes felt a little wrong, as if they had been untied and re-worn. His body was normal except for a pain in his neck.

From their conversation, it can be inferred that this is a small organization engaged in human trafficking, probably the most downstream group, responsible for providing "sources of goods".

Novel experience.Yofasha thought.

Maybe it's because Yofasa's attitude is too calm, he doesn't scream like other people, or cry bitterly, or communicate with them cautiously to explore the situation, the middle-aged man couldn't bear to ask him: "Brother, what are you doing?" Do you know where you are?"

It's really unfulfilling to have no response.

The young man in the hoodie took off his hood and came to him, sticking out his tongue, as if deliberately showing his tongue studs: "Are you a foreigner? Little white faces like you, old perverts favourite."

Yofasha's neck pain improved a lot. He sat up against the back of the sofa, and settled into a posture suitable for talking. He asked, "So you will sell me?"

"You know your situation very well." The middle-aged man sneered and sat on a stool beside him, "So be honest and obedient, and we can show you a good buyer, otherwise... ..."

He then said some nasty words, which caused everyone around to laugh. Unfortunately, there were too many metaphors and vulgar words. Yofasha, who had always received only healthy and positive education, didn't understand them very well, so he still didn't show the panic expression they expected.

"So how much can I sell for?" Yofasa asked.

Now the middle-aged man was stunned, he didn't keep up with Yofasa's brain circuit, and the young man in the sweater smiled grimly and broke his fingers, gesturing for a price: "Don't worry, you are quite valuable, you have to thank your parents You will only sell this face for a higher price than this."

Yofasa rarely showed a little surprise. This amount can buy a flat in the new city of the empire... maybe half a flat.

The young man in the sweater proudly admired the subtle changes in Yofasa's expression. He heard that some people in the city were highly educated, and their emotions and anger were not visible.

He was about to continue to intimidate the other party, but he saw that Yofasa, whose cost was tens of thousands of times what he quoted, opened his eyebrows a little bit, raised his lips slightly, and discussed with them in a clear voice: "Well, I'll pay you two." Double the price, can I buy myself?"