C17

Du Lei experienced speed and passion time and time again, and his control of the car also experienced a qualitative leap.

However, considering that his car was a "luxury car" … …

He floated once, passed the handle, and stopped.

In the evening, the setting sun was blood-red, dyeing half of the sky red.

Du Lei parked the car on a remote road, pushed open the car door, and walked out. With a gentle and clear cut, he leaned on the car door, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it up, and slowly smoked.

This smell of tobacco would always make him feel like his own existence no matter what. For example, everything he had now was real. This was not his own 'dream'.

"After you finish this cigarette, go back."

He narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

If one looked closely, one could see that his facial features seemed to be gradually becoming sharper and sharper.

The pure aura around him was gradually being stripped away. His eyes looked very gloomy, but also very domineering.

"Domineering, domineering! How much power do you still have left? Are you waiting for me to discover it?"

Du Lei extinguished his cigarette, got in the car and closed the door, then started to rush back to his house.

When Du Lei drove the car into the underground car park, night had already fallen. The entire city of Rong City had also started to boil up, standing on the main street and looking around, were all kinds of small food restaurants and hotpot restaurants.

Du Lei had grown up in the Rong City and had always loved to eat hotpot and snacks. These things made him love this city very much.

He remembered that there was a delicious food program called "A Bite of China" in China.

Du Lei liked it a lot. As a genuine member of the Rong City, his family were all "gluttons".

Otherwise, the hotpot restaurant passed down from the ancestors would not have survived until today.

His mother was an intelligent and hardworking woman. She had developed countless kinds of secret hotpot ingredients herself, and each year she would change the taste. This also extended her mother's' hundred years old hotpot restaurant '.

Lifetime.

Du Lei's stomach was already hungry to the point of protesting, so he went to the bank to withdraw several thousand yuan of cash and started his dinner.

Where would he be able to eat here? Before long, all the snacks on the street were all eaten by him. Soon after, he ran off to eat the hotpot.

After eating for almost an hour or two, Du Lei finally felt half full. Only then did he decide to go home and take a shower.

The little girl was around seven or eight years old. She was carved from jade and looked extremely cute. However, there was an extra portion of anxiety and maturity on her handsome face that far surpassed her peers.

Du Lei crouched down and stretched out his hand, patting her head and said: "Little friend, didn't I tell you last time that big brother didn't have a girlfriend? How could I forget? "

The little girl rubbed her eyes and took a careful look, her small face immediately revealing an excited expression. She tightly held onto Du Lei's head and said in an overjoyed voice, "Big brother, I finally met you again. I didn't even have time to thank you for what happened last time."

"It doesn't matter. Is your mother not well? "

Du Lei asked, smiling slightly as he rubbed the girl's head with his large palm.

The little girl nodded and sobbed with red eyes, "Mother, she …" "Don't want me anymore."

Then, he tightly embraced Du Lei's neck.

He could clearly feel that the little girl's frail body was trembling nonstop. Under the light of the lamp, he could see which part of the little girl's hand was covered with dirt.

"What about your father?"

Du Lei reached out and patted her back, wanting to give her some comfort. Unexpectedly, the little girl in his arms cried even harder.

The little girl let go of Du Lei and stretched out her little finger to count. Then, as if she had finally counted it properly, she pouted and said, "I've waited for them here for ten days and none of them came to pick me up. Those bad aunties like to beat me up with electric wires often.

"Didn't you say your mother was sick?"

Du Lei's gaze suddenly became stern. He had already realized that the little girl in front of him was kidnapped by a trafficker.

The little girl's eyes were filled with tears and she revealed a guilty expression: "My mom doesn't want me anymore, sorry big brother, I lied to you last time, my mom wasn't sick, it was those bad aunties that told me to say it, if I don't say it, they will hit me when they get home. I've been waiting for my mother to come and pick me up, but she hasn't come. "

"My dad didn't come either …"

The little girl added with red eyes.

"Do you believe in your brother?"

Du Lei immediately understood, and tried to ask, mainly because he was afraid that the little girl in front of him would brainwash the traffickers.

"Yes, yes."

The little girl nodded and said, "Last time, my big brother bought my flowers, and those bad aunties even rewarded me with an ice cream with strawberry flavors."

"Can you take Big Brother to see your aunts?"

Du Lei laughed and said, at the same time, he used the corner of his eyes to look around to see if there were any suspects.

The little girl nodded, "No problem, they seem to have something to do today, so they didn't follow me out to sell flowers. Then let's go. "

Thus, Du Lei followed the little girl and took out his mobile phone at the same time. He reported this to the police and told them that he had discovered a group of traffickers and already had an approximate range.

The "bad auntie" that the little girls were talking about.

He lived in the basement in the center of the square.

When Du Lei went over, the few of them were intensely discussing something in a narrow room.

"Let me tell you, the police are already tracking us down. We'd better sell off these bags as soon as possible, and then run away on our own, or else we'll all be finished."

"Big Sis is right, how much do you think we can sell these children for a day for? It would be better to sell their organs to earn money and then stop. Why not? "

"I don't think that's good. They're just some kids. If we were to do it, would there still be a place for us in this country? "

"Bad Auntie" sitting in the room

They looked to be around 40 years old and wore different clothes. Some of them were dressed like village girls while some looked like noble ladies.

It was even painted with very thick clothing, and there was even a deliberately stuck "sarcoma".

There were also birthmarks on them. How could one put it? If this group of women walked out onto the streets, they would definitely be the same type, especially eye-catching ones. However, no one dared to look at them directly.