A sunset gradually fell, dyeing the clouds all over the sky red, and the fishy light made the entire building feel a sense of cool and gloomy atmosphere.

In the floor-to-ceiling window, a tall man folded his legs and rested on the table, looking down at the entire city from a high place, with an encrypted video telephone connected to the other end of the ocean.

A very beautiful ragdoll cat perched on a walnut desk, staring at him with cold cat eyes.

"The new batch of serum has entered the human test stage. Are your goods ready?" Fan De spoke casually.

The sound of the other end of the phone being processed by a vocalizer made a strange laugh: "Of course, look at whether these goods are satisfied or not, they are all from Eastern Europe, and some of them are from Libya."

A set of crowd shots of different pictures were instantly cut out from the encrypted video phone screen. Everyone was naked, shivering and locked in different rooms, both men, women, young and old, reminding people of the Nazi concentration camp decades ago.

After Vander browsing one by one, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "I gave you such a large sum of money. This is the goods you gave me, just such a few people? How can you scientifically count the results and observation results without hundreds of cases? Are you cheating on me?"

The strange voice on the phone complained: "Dear Mr. F, you should know that the recent investigation of the disappearance of women and children by Interpol has been very tightly investigated. I am on their wanted list. Now I am not as troublesome as Libya refugees, but it is not easy. I did it too much for you last time, which made our channels targeted by Interpol again..."

"Enough, shut up. I'm spending money to ask you to solve the problem, not to create the problem. How much else do you want?" Fand was impatient and sneered coldly.

The cat on his table got up lazily and walked to the windowsill beside him. He sat down with his faint blue eyes staring at him, then swept to the computer in his hand, and the blue cat eyes narrowed slightly.

I didn’t expect that there would be such a large-scale market for slaves or humans in this era.

What do these Westerners want these people to do?

Although he did not quite understand the meaning of the words "experiment", "data" and "new medicine" that Fande said separately, looking at the screen on the screen in Fande's hand, he suddenly remembered the cages that he had cast in the Bajie Building that he had locked in the Bajie Building, and he also used those assassins to try to find various skinned tattoos that hidden in the sea chart.

...

It seems to be a bit similar.

...

A thoughtful light flashed in the cat's eyes.

...

The man who used a voice changer on the other end of the phone laughed: "Dear Mr. F, you also know that business is not easy to do now. People like dark web or deep web can sell at a good price. Although Middle Eastern people are not as beautiful as white people or Asian girls, beautiful girls are not worried about selling them anywhere. But you are our old customer. For this batch of goods, you will add 00 bitcoins. Tomorrow, there will be 500 new goods to your Africa's experimental base. It is guaranteed that they are all Central Asian, European and Asian, and there are absolutely no blacks."

When Fande heard this, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and pulled his collar: "The current market price of 1 Bitcoin is 806.89 yuan, 00 Bitcoin. Even if the leader is removed, it will be 400,000 yuan, 50,000 US dollars. It is equivalent to you having to increase the price to 8,000 yuan per head. Don't you think you are too lion's mouth?"

The man smiled strangely: "You originally gave me a price of US$5,000 per head, but now you add RMB 8,000, which is only US$100. Is it too much? My people don't have money to eat and drink, and they don't have money to manage joints in various countries? Especially now, the Interpol is so strict that many people dare not accept money if they have money. You have to know that such a little money can bring more than this money to your future new medicine, but this is 500 lives!"

He paused and said unwillingly: "Even if you don't use it to do experiments, you can get back your investment by selling some organs. Speaking of which, if we didn't have a reliable way in the medical world, we wouldn't have done such a low-end business that was purely selling people's heads, and the money was earned by you guys selling organs or medicines!"

Vander was silent for a while, and spoke again, and said coldly: "I will add 0 bitcoins to you. No matter how many there are, I will not want this group of heads. We will not have to do any business in the future. After all, it is not the only one who sells heads. You think about it yourself. I will give you five seconds to think about it. I will cut off the phone when the time comes."

“Five, four, three, two….”

The man on the other end froze, and finally, in the countdown that Fande could not refuse, he whispered: "Wait... Mr. f, you are the old customer, I am still willing to give you this offer, but the same rules, online transactions on the Deep Network and Bitcoin settlement."

"Old Gun, remember, this is the first time you have been on the ground and have not been the second time." Vander sneered and cut off the phone directly.

The cat sitting on the windowsill looked at the man's cold and handsome face, and a faint light flashed in its blue eyes.

Although he didn't quite understand what Bitcoin is, what the dark web is, and the deep web is, he just roughly understood that what the Westerner, Fandra, did, was definitely not something that could be seen.

While speaking, Fande's cell phone suddenly rang again, the name Anne jumped on it. His originally cold expression softened a lot, and he picked it up casually: "An, I will go home later."

Anne chuckled on the other end of the phone: "Of course I know that Mr. Robert will go to the branch after get off work today to find you with some customs clearance information and information about the connector. You must have a few drinks."

"Yeah." Vander smiled.

But Annie sensitively noticed the irritability in his mood: "What's wrong with you? You don't sound very happy. Why? Is there something wrong with the head used for the experiment?"

A trace of fierceness flashed in Fande's eyes, and he rubbed his eyebrows impatiently: "Old Gun, that bastard, actually took the price to the ground and transported the pigs to the Indian Ocean. Now he refused to increase the money and stopped moving. He asked me that he had asked for 0 more bitcoins."

When Annie heard this, her voice became cold: "Don't that old bastard want to be a mess? It's just some valuable refugees who actually spoke up. He thinks he is very great? At worst, we don't cooperate with them, cooperate with Hong Kong, and buy Chinese people directly..."

"You know this is unrealistic." Fande interrupted her lightly: "It would be fine if it was the inland Chinese decades ago, but now their household registration system, hotel registration system, and the police and their Skynet surveillance... These will only cause us trouble. This place is only suitable as a market for drug products. The purchasing power of Chinese people is like the Japanese in the 1980s. We make money from finished products."

Fandepin [31 Novel Network] sipped wine and raised her eyebrows: "Uncle Robert, I don't quite understand what you are saying."

Robert raised his silver-gray pupils, looked at Fand with a smile, and shook the cup in his hand: "You are so smart that you put cyanide in the wine glass, I should praise you."

The man's silver-gray pupils, facing the light outside the window, emit a strange and cold color, but it is full of interest, making Fande feel like he was stared at by some cold-blooded reptile like a snake.

"Uncle Robert, you're joking." He slowly, quietly stretched out his right hand and pulled open his drawer. There was a gl pistol with a silencer.

"Bang--." Before his hand could touch the gun, the sound of breaking through the air had already sounded.

A sharp scalpel was inserted into Fand's shoulder.

The scalpel was extremely strange, three times the length of the ordinary scalpel. It instantly nailed Vander to his chair. Vander's face changed, and he let out a painful groan in his throat: "Woo--!"

"Shh, don't talk." Robert tilted his head and showed a nearly weird smile at the man. He licked the corner of his lips: "There are special drugs produced from your company on this knife that can make people feel the pain of the incision of their body muscles and internal organs in a clear way, but they can't move or speak."

He stood up, put the wine glass in his hand, walked towards Vander, touching his chin with a smile, looking at the man whose face turned pale in an instant: "While you can still talk now, come and tell me, Mr. Vander, how did you find out that I am not Robert, and the person who can find my disguise, so far, except for a beautiful and lovely oriental girl, you."

Fande endured the pain and stared at him viciously: "Who are you?"

Robert was stunned, as if he had remembered something, nodded at Vander, and reached out to make an elegant gesture of apologizing: "Sorry, I'm too rude."

He snapped his fingers, and a strange exquisite card depicting Christ on the cross appeared at the fingertips.

"As a gentleman, I forgot to introduce myself, and my name is White Christ."
Chapter completed!