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Chapter 1080 I sell myself, is there nothing wrong?

Outside the hotel.

Becca, a tourist, admired the historic sites of the romantic city, followed by a van not far or near.

When she reached an alley, the van accelerated and stopped beside her. The door opened and two big men got out of the car.

Holding Becca on the left and right, they got into the van, and then the car drove away quickly.

Not far away, someone passed by. Seeing this scene, he quickly lowered his head and turned around. He was blind and didn't see anything.

"It's so indifferent."

Seeing this scene through the car window, Becca couldn't help but complain.

The big man who grabbed her from left to right looked at each other and felt that something was wrong.

This is not at all the reaction of a little girl who was kidnapped on vacation in a foreign country!

puff!
puff!
At this moment, they felt a strong attack, their arms hurt, their palms loosened, and then their foreheads collided with each other. Before they could cry out the pain, they had already fallen into the ultimate darkness.

"Keep going."

Becca put the muzzle of the silencer on the back of the driver's forehead, and said with a smile, "I sell myself, no problem, right? Let's continue, go where we need to go."

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that the two companions were dying, and his eyes turned hard.

"Wrong choice."

Becca has pseudo-bullet time, and it has been strengthened by Adam in the past few years. Before the driver's eyes became fierce and he wanted to act, he shot him down.

With a raised hand, he directly dragged a big man like the driver from the driver's seat to the back seat.

She held the steering wheel with the other hand that reacted quickly, and after quickly dragging the chilled driver out of the driver's seat, she got in immediately and became the driver herself.

Except for a slight deceleration and shaking, the van that is running is almost invisible from the outside.

Becca's driving skills have also been certified by the car god Adam.

"But it's all the same."

Becca said to the headset while driving, "Navigate."

"500 meters ahead, please turn right at the end of the road..."

A real-time voice broadcast came from the headset.

In front of a red gate, the van stopped, Becca got off, pushed the door open and walked in.

The two tattooed men who were playing cards in the small courtyard looked like villains at first glance, and they heard the sound and looked over. The toothpicks in their mouths were no longer fragrant, and they reached out to touch their waists.

Becca made a move with his left hand, and the noise-cancelled version of Mie Happy with his right hand, which brought ultimate happiness to these two villains.

"Stop playing, there are still 11 targets in it."

A female voice reminded me in the headset.

"understood."

Becca went up the stone ladder, and the mute version of Mishi was happy, but she just pointed out the sense of rhythm.

no way.

She is the most professional in composing music and singing guns without accompaniment.

But after all, there are so many criminals with guns inside, and the silencer is not silent at all. After walking into a room and killing 3 of them quickly, the remaining 2 finally had a chance to shoot.

As soon as the gun was fired, the rhythm changed immediately.

Becca was even more excited. She dodged the shooting, pursed her lips, shook her head slightly, and slapped a new beat with her right hand. This time, the style of the tune was obviously more explosive.

Then when she took advantage of the interval of shooting, she re-led the tune, holding the gun in her left hand, one shot at a time.

After clearing out the bad guys in this room, she frowned, and fired 3 more shots at the happy victim whose headshot she had shot.

Tilting her head and listening, seeing that the tune fit her imagination this time, she smiled with satisfaction.

Then there is a new battle.

For Little Red Riding Hood, a tyrannosaurus rex like Becca, who had cheats, these people were no match, and they were quickly wiped out.

Becca took a few photos and pushed open the doors of each room, only to see women lying on the bed one by one, people and ghosts, and the bedside table was full of poisonous needles.

"Ugh."

Becca sighed softly, took another photo, and turned to leave.

This is a black industrial chain.

It was originally a group of refugees, and then naturally formed a gang, and began to smuggle and sell foreign women, using calf to control their mistakes.

But after they have been in business for a long time, they have discovered a good way to increase revenue and reduce expenditure.

That is to stare directly at the girls who come to travel and vacation.

There is no threatening companion in a foreign country, and it is not difficult to kidnap such a girl.

The most important thing is that they deliver it to the door by themselves, saving a lot of shipping costs.

With the cooperation of airport staff, search for the most cost-effective target.

There are experienced handsome guys who are in charge of striking up a conversation and obtaining further information.

There are professional kidnapping gangs.

There are professional training and control gangs.

Of course it's not over yet.

For girls who are generally pretty, they control them like this.

But for those who are stunning, as well as first-time girls, twins and other special identities, they naturally can't be so wasteful, and they are all sent to the upstream industry chain for auction.

First, the price is higher.

The second is to clear up the relationship, and ensure that we will do our best to procrastinate afterwards, so as not to solve the case.

Becca is now only cleaning up the downstream of this industrial chain, and naturally it will not easily let go of the middle and upper reaches.

Emmm.

This time, with Juno’s rare co-construction and distribution closed-loop campaign, she naturally wants to open up this black whole industry chain and empower them!
into the night.

A grand party is held in the palace.

All the upper-class men and women in suits, leather shoes, and gorgeous dresses are drinking and drinking here, which is a scene of prosperity and romance.

Three rounds of wine.

A waiter walked around the ball, stopping by the upper class people from time to time, leaning into their ears and whispering something.

All those who were whispered showed a knowing smile, and quickly found an excuse to leave the main hall of the ball, skillfully walked through the maze-like corridors, boarded the special elevator, and came to the basement.

Luxurious small boxes are arranged in a circle, enclosing the stage in the middle.

A beam of light hits the center of the stage.

In the box, small lights were lit up, illuminating the figures sitting upright, their faces could not be seen clearly, but they could be seen tasting the red wine gracefully.

After the stage lights were turned off, when they were turned on again, in the voice of the host, a girl wearing only underwear appeared unsteadily under the spotlight in the middle of the stage.

Judging by her expression, it was obvious that she had been injected with drugs, and she couldn't tell what year it was.

"The first lot, speaks English, can speak a little French... The starting price is 2."

The host introduced the 'lot' in a bewitching manner.

The upper-class people in each box tasted the red wine elegantly, looked at their favorite 'lots', and then began to press the buttons on the table.

"2."

"2.1."

"2.2."

The presenter is quoting people on the newspaper.

Although these people know how to play, their handwriting is really not arrogant.

Obviously, the landlord's family has no surplus food.

What they didn't know was that there was one more player this time.

With the cooperation of a long sigh, Beka easily sneaked in, installed one monitor after another, and recorded all the absurd scenes inside.

"The last lot, as a rule, save the best for last, the first girl... The starting price is 10, and each increase should not be less than 5."

In a private room, Beka sat in the dark, stepped on a celebrity who had long been cold, and complained to the sisters in the headset: "It's finally coming to an end, my big gun is already hungry..."

(End of this chapter)