The Port of Santos, located 60 kilometers southeast of Sao Paulo, is the largest port in the entire Latin America.

This place naturally belongs to the sphere of influence of the Gimenes family.

As long as it is their family's goods, the local administrative department will not inspect them at all. Not only that, they can also blatantly equip some goods with special escort personnel, allowing their private armed forces to travel back and forth on sea and land with live ammunition.

This...is almost equivalent to the authority of the federal direct agency of operations; but because it is in South America, as long as you rely on the mountain "Gimenes", you can do such a thing that covers the sky with one hand.

Among all the goods that the Jimenes family needs to "focus on guard", there is a batch that seems particularly special.

It was a cargo ship to and from "unknown destinations". On the third day of each month, the cargo ship without even a name or identification number set sail from the port of Santos and returned in the early morning of the last day of the month.

All the staff and armed guards on the ship were from inside the Jimenes family. Whether loading or unloading the goods, the workers were operating in closed places, and outsiders had no idea what they were transporting.

Of course, this is a big port after all. After a long time, even if no one knows what they are doing, there will definitely be rumors.

Some people say they are smuggling raw materials for drug production, some say they are transporting arms, and some say they are buying and selling people. In short... people have basically guessed all the serious contraband products that the law does not allow to be bought and sold.

Unfortunately, none of them were guessed correctly.

Because...the three views limit their imagination.

In fact, the goods that this freighter is actually transporting are some "luxury goods", some special luxury goods that you may not be able to buy even if you have money.

More than 20 years ago, when Lao Jimenes was still alive, he established an exclusive place in the world in an artificial island about thirty nautical miles east of the Port of Santos, and named it "Human Farm". From this day on, this "supply line" of special luxury goods was born.

On the third day of the month, the Jimenes cargo ship will transport a batch of supplies and living people to the island. Needless to say, the supplies are needed. As for those living people... there are enemies of their family, gambling sticks who owed huge debts and could not repay them, police officers who "do not know the current affairs", homeless people, death row prisoners, and trafficked women and children; if they catch up with the high demand, even innocent citizens may suffer.

After these people are brought to the island, they are no longer regarded as "humans". They will be treated like domestic animals and are treated inhumanely.

There are specialized technicians on the island who will adjust the diet, sleep time, daily activities and other contents of these "cargoes" according to the needs of the "customers".

They never worry that the "goods" will not cooperate. Under the premise of "not treating people as humans", they have countless ways to make the subject obey orders; if they really encounter difficult bones, they will strip the person naked and fix it in a special bracket cage, and insert the feed mixed with a large amount of hormones and antibiotics directly into their stomachs through a feeding tube for "feeding".

It is impossible to survive or die, which can be said to be the daily routine of this farm.

Finally, the "commodities" produced on the farm include, but are not limited to... meat, internal organs, dairy products, feces, handicrafts, and some specially customized items, etc.

Maybe some people may wonder, will anyone really want these things?

The answer is yes.

Human desires have no boundaries, and they are often distorted and deformed due to expansion...

In the upper class of the federal government, there is a group of people...their wealth has accumulated to the point where they can't be used up for reasonable use, but there are many more ostentatious ways of squandering them. Therefore, some of them, or the offspring of these people, will pursue some "unique enjoyment" beyond the cognition of ordinary people.

Some people like to taste human feces of specific flavors, some people like to try various "human cuisines", and some people like to process crafts such as bones, skin, hair or air-dried internal organs.

The "Human Farm" serves these "customers". These people will buy these "goods" at incredible prices, and sometimes make various requests, such as specifying babies or virgins as raw materials, or using many different bones to form a pair of chess, etc.

The business that this farm operates and what happens here every day, if it is made into a documentary, it is probably more shocking and creepy than any notorious and crazy horror film in history. It is no exaggeration to say that this farm is a "hell on earth".

But it does exist, and has existed for more than twenty years.

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2218, November 28, morning.

Santos Port, in the cargo hold of the "cruise ship".

A man in a black suit and holding a submachine gun, looking like a small leader, was talking to a foreman.

"Are you all here?"

"Ah, there are sixteen people in total."

"are you sure?"

"Ha? What do you mean?"

"Do you know why the foreman who was before you was removed from office?"

"Why?"

"Once, when loading the goods, he fell in love with a young girl among the goods, so he hid it and falsely reported the quantity of goods. Afterwards, he quietly brought the goods back to a secret room in his house, thinking that he would hide people there without anyone knowing it, and he could have fun slowly."

"Hmph... I'm so brave."

"I don't know if it's a good thing, but after the incident was exposed, he was sent to the island himself. Maybe he had already been made into a pancake crust for filling..."

"Don't worry, I'm not that lustful idiot. I'm looking for flowers and asking about Liu... Isn't it enough to spend some money? Why do you have to take that risk?"

"I'm just using a recent example to remind you. In addition to the idiot I mentioned, there were also guys who had compassion for the goods and let them go before, but no matter what the motive is... their fate is similar. I hope you can learn from it."

"Then I'll thank you for your reminder..."

While doing goods handover, the two talked about something that made people's scalp tingling.

Halfway through the conversation, the man in the suit suddenly set his sight on the two "goods" in the cage. After hesitating for two seconds, he asked, "Hey, what's the situation with those two people?"

The foreman followed his gaze and saw two middle-aged men and women sitting shoulder to shoulder and back against the wall.

He frowned and replied, "Oh, those two, I just caught them a few days ago. I heard from the person in charge of the arrest that this pair of live treasures dared to touch the No. 4 marijuana plantation without any arm, but after being discovered by patrol, they surrendered immediately. Several people from No. 4 interrogated them for several days, but didn't ask anything. After searching, they only found two stubs from Linyi to St. Paul's air tickets, and two very real and fake ID cards, which are... so much so that they can't even recognize the computers at the airport, but the people on our road can see the trick at a glance."

Hearing this, the man in the suit pulled the foreman aside and lowered his voice, "It's not right... I heard your description, why do you feel like these two people are undercover?" He paused, "Look at the expressions of these two people, they are different from those around him..."

He was right. Although this man and a woman looked very ordinary on the outside, they were the kind of middle-aged couple in their forties and fifties, they looked too calm as two people who had been tortured, had been illegally detained for nearly a month, and were about to be taken to an unknown location.

The others around them were either tortured and had no desire to live, and had a dead face, or were worried and scared. Only they... were neither happy nor sad, neither angry nor afraid, neither humble nor arrogant, and that expression... like two robots in standby mode, or were poor students who pretended to understand what the teacher was talking about in mathematics class.

"Ha... Look at what you said, even if you are an undercover agent, you can still get out after going to the 'where'?" The foreman glanced at the two of them and then continued.

"Well..." the man in the suit pondered and thought to himself, "That's right... Assuming that these two people were really agents sent by a certain organization, they would definitely not know where they were going to go on this trip. If they knew, they would have revealed their identities and negotiated with us... Anyway, once they arrived on the island, they would have no choice but to let them go, and all the goods in... are all dead."

Thinking of this, he stopped saying anything, just nodded, signed a name on the i-pen interface in his hand, and completed the handover of the goods.

However, out of caution, after the handover procedures were completed, the man in the suit wrote a note next to the information of the two people, "Preferred as meat as soon as possible."

In this way, if you are quick, these two people will die that night; no matter which team they are, they will die... they will be completely destroyed.
Chapter completed!