To middle age

"Okay." The mustache agreed, and the car started.

The car moved forward slowly and drove into a dark trail. The ground was still rugged. Almost a few minutes later, the car stopped in a forest.

The back door of the car was opened. I was picked up by Moustache and Huang Mao, and followed this old woman towards a brightly lit house.

This is an extremely deserted place in the village. There are many private houses around, but there are not many residents, and there are scattered lights.

It takes seven or eight hours to get here from Binhai City. It looks like the weather can be calculated, but I don’t know what time it is at night.

Soon, I was taken into a room with several men in white coats.

Among these men, there is an old man in his 60s. He has a stethoscope around his neck and smokes in his mouth. He looks a little horrible, especially the simple operating table and various medical instruments here that make me shudder. The other men in white coats do not seem to be doctors. They are probably people who specialize in selling human organs, especially one of the middle-aged men wearing black-rimmed glasses.

"Get on the operating table." The old man glanced at me, he put down the dry smoke and ordered.

"Slow!" the middle-aged man said suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Huang Mao asked hurriedly.

"Where did this person come from? Can you make sure that the kidney source is good?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Nonsense, Brother Yao can still lie to you, don't give me a low price if you don't have anything, and you will make me irritated by that time, hum!" The moustache spoke and took out a bright light from his pocket. Akira's dagger.

"The rules must be, remove the strip of cloth from his mouth!" The middle-aged man didn't seem to be afraid of a mustache, and continued.

"We are just bringing people here, but we don't want to make anything wrong. What should I do when this kid yells and uncovers the cloth strip?" asked the mustache.

"It's not easy. It's fine if you put a knife on his neck. Now the murderous organs are still fresh!" The middle-aged man sneered.

"Since you said that, Laozi goes down with one knife, and the white knife goes in and the red knife goes out. Wouldn't it be easier!" Moustache continued.

"Yes, you can do it directly!" Huang Mao's face was excited with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Haha, boy, I will end up with you now!" The mustache picked up the dagger and compared it to my neck. When he was about to shoot, the middle-aged man patted the mustache on the shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Moustache turned around.

"Remove the rag from his mouth, I must ask clearly!" the middle-aged man said.

"Several masters, the cornea of ​​the eye is fine, but the source of the kidney is extremely important. If you find a terminal cancer, this is not a fool!" Another man in a white coat said at this time.

Upon hearing this, Moustache's eyes rolled, and then looked at me: "Boy, as long as you dare to yell, I will kill you with a single blow. You will answer whatever people ask you later, don’t resist. You should know the consequences."

I nodded bitterly, I knew I might be dead soon, and they were already preparing to do something to me.

The rag from his mouth was taken out, and the middle-aged man looked at me, and then said: "How old are you, what family genetic disease, do you have cancer?"

"If you ask you anything, you can answer it. If you open the topic, you will kill you. If you are not sick, if you are sick, I will kill you to check your body!" The mustache stared.