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When the henchman heard his boss praising him like that, he looked at Isaac and the others with arrogance and disdain.

"……hehe."

All three people present gave forced smiles.

What's so great about this that you're bragging about? Murder isn't something to be proud of.

This gang must be full of idiots.

Isaac ignored them and said to George, "Take the things out."

"it is good."

George brought several wooden crates from behind him and pried them open in front of them.

These boxes together contained a total of one hundred AK 47s.

"Wow, impressive." The leader couldn't help but whistle as he looked at the guns. "I didn't realize you guys were so capable."

Looking at the leader's arrogant demeanor, Isaac couldn't help but turn around and ask, "What do you think about me killing them all, taking all the money, and running away?"

"Boss, stop messing around." Wilson quickly stopped him. "Although there is political turmoil here, it is still a peaceful country. There will be no good consequences for causing trouble."

The implication is that the country's army might come looking for trouble.

"Forget it, I don't want to cause any more trouble."

Although he wouldn't be afraid even if the army came, he estimated that business wouldn't be so easy afterward.

After handing over all the bullets and guns, the leader on the other side, though annoying, was still trustworthy and handed over several suitcases to Isaac, thus completing the transaction.

"Oh, my friend, we are very satisfied with your goods."

"Who the hell is your friend?"

"Don't say that, kid." The leader looked at Isaac with a sly grin. "Judging from your appearance, you should still be a virgin. It's not common to see a kid like you who has been through so much hardship and hasn't had sex."

"..."

Isaac has already decided to deal with this person.

"But it's alright, as the family leader, I can take you to a good place." The leader clapped his hands as he spoke.

Upon hearing the clapping, a sleazy-looking guy jogged in through the back door.

"What is it, Chief?"

“Take some of our friends to ‘that place’,” the leader said with a smile.

The man with the lewd look immediately recalled and nodded, "Okay, okay, no problem."

Isaac knew from their back-and-forth banter that nothing good was going on, and asked the two behind him, "What place are they talking about?"

"do not know."

"I don't know."

“This feels really strange,” Isaac said, turning to look at the leader. “What kind of place is this? If it’s a nightclub, then so be it.”

"What nightclub? This is way more exciting than any nightclub," the leader said with a sly smile. "So? Want to go?"

"Where exactly is it?"

"Want to go to the movie set?"

"That's fine. Can I bring my men with me?"

“Of course.” The leader seemed completely unconcerned. “It doesn’t matter how many people you bring.”

The sleazy-looking man approached Isaac and the others, grinning sinisterly, and said, "Please follow me."

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After Isaac left with that man, he immediately notified his team members who were lying in ambush in the distance, and asked them to bring Benson out to follow Isaac.

George then chimed in, "Boss, do you think this might be a scam?"

Wilson nodded in agreement: "It's very likely a trap."

“Traps are useless against me. If he’s targeting me, I’ll just come back and kill him,” Isaac laughed.

Before long, Benson caught up from a distance.

The group followed the leader's men to a dilapidated building.

Isaac suddenly stopped.

“George, you can smell it, can’t you?”

"Ah."

George's expression was extremely serious, even somewhat grim. He and Isaac were both veterans of war, and this smell was all too familiar to them.

This generation has a strong sense of bloodshed, and it gave him a very bad feeling, not a sense of danger, but a very sinister feeling.

“I’d like to see what kind of trouble they’re up to,” Benson said from behind.

This hot-tempered former Marine was itching for a fight. Unlike Isaac and the others, he arrived armed.

The leader's men, seeing that the extra people were fully armed, surprisingly did not stop them, as if he had brought Isaac to a place that was not dangerous.

As you enter the building, the stench of blood grows stronger, and there's even the smell of rotting corpses.

"Hey, where exactly is this place?!"

Benson grabbed his subordinate by the neck and questioned him.

"No, no, no! This is definitely not a dangerous place. I would never dare to harm you." He was quite frightened by Benson's strong physique and the gun he was holding, and quickly said.

His lewd face was contorted into a grimace, making Isaac want to punch him.

Benson put him down, loosened his collar, and led the group toward a secluded basement.

The path leading to the basement was very dark, and the smell of blood grew stronger. Isaac could also hear faint screams of a girl.

Chapter 518: Is a place without war necessarily paradise?

As they ventured deeper, Isaac began to vaguely understand what this place was.

George and Benson heard the girl's screams, and their expressions turned grim.

"We've arrived."

The sleazy man opened the basement door, and the stench of decay and blood that hit him made him wince.

The scene before them made everyone stare wide-eyed. Wilson, unable to suppress the urge to vomit, leaned to one side and began to dry heave.

George and Benson's eyes were bloodshot, their fists were clenched tightly, and even Isaac's eyebrows began to twitch unnaturally.

Corpses, severed limbs, and blood-soaked heads were piled on the ground.

Medieval torture racks hung all over the walls, still stained with fresh blood.

There was another cage in the basement, inside which were little girls dressed in tattered rags. Their eyes showed no light, only boundless despair.

On the iron bed in the middle, a blonde girl of eleven or twelve years old was chained up, her body riddled with swords, and her hands and feet severed...

"Okay, card!"

A man wearing sunglasses shouted from inside.

"This film should be a big hit."

"Haha, I think so too. It would have been great if they had cut off her head at the end," the cameraman laughed, showing no pity for the girl whatsoever.

At this point, they also noticed Isaac and the others.

Who are you?

"Oh, these people were sent by the leader," the sleazy man quickly said as he stepped forward.

"I see. Are they here to look at the 'goods'?" the man asked.

"should be."

The leader nodded and walked towards Isaac and the others with a smile.

"So you were invited by the chief. Welcome!"

He didn't notice that the faces of George and Benson behind Isaac had turned so dark they looked like they could bleed when they said that.

Isaac didn't reply, but instead asked the man who had led the way, "Why did you bring us here?"

"Of course, it's for you to come and choose 'gifts'," he said, pointing to the girls in the cage. "If you like, sir, you can pick a few to take home."

He treated these girls like commodities.

As mentioned earlier, Romania under a dictatorship saw a large number of abandoned babies, most of whom ended up in places like welfare homes.

But after the death of the previous leader, the country fell into turmoil, and the children in these welfare homes became sought-after commodities for human traffickers.

Seeing that Isaac didn't react, the photographer next to him said, "These girls were originally from an orphanage. Because the previous leader died, those welfare institutions became useless. We usually use them to make some short films that circulate underground..."

boom!

"Beast!!"

Standing behind Isaac, Benson's forehead veins were bulging, and his eyes looked like they were about to bleed.

He picked up his gun and killed the photographer without saying a word.

After being shot, the photographer had a bloody hole in his forehead and fell straight to the ground.

"!"

The people in the basement stared at Benson in horror, and the henchman who had led the way asked, "What are you doing!?"

Benson wiped the sweat from his brow and glanced at Isaac.

He knew he couldn't pull the trigger until Isaac told him to.

"Sorry, the gun went off accidentally."

"What did you say!?"

Just as the guide was about to question Benson, Isaac beat him to it and grabbed Benson by the collar.

“Benson, do you know what you’re saying?” Isaac asked menacingly.