I, a top female killer, was taken into the mountains by a group of traffickers.
By the time they realized who I was, it was too late.
I opened my eyes, and I found myself thrown on a dirtbag.
Hands and feet tied to ropes.
There was a fireplace in the house and three men were crouched by it.
One of the men who looked at me with his face on his face, saw me awake and smiled with no good intentions.
He licked his mouth and said, “What about the girl? I’m sorry.
The other man in a camouflage dress says, “Whatever you want, you do.” I’m sorry.
And We showed them the horrors, and looked at them, and said, “What are you, men, thinking, what do you want?” I’m sorry.
Another bald man stood up.
He smiled and said, “What are we doing? Can’t you see? We can think about selling you to a better family tonight. I’m sorry.
The colored man stood up.
He answered: “Don’t run, don’t play games. If you think about it, I’ll sell you to a 50-and-60-year-old scoundrel, and you’ll be tied to a pig’s collar like an animal for the rest of your life. I’m sorry.
After he said it, the other two laughed.
In the end, the gill man stood up.
He shot him in the face and said, “Go outside and get some wine, and we’ll have fun tonight.” Looks like she’s a lot better than the last one. I’m sorry.
Nod the bald man, get up and walk outside.
In a moment, I brought back a big box of snowflake beer.
The three men each took a bottle of wine and stood before me again, as hunters stare at their prey, and viewed me with greed.
They started talking about who’d go first.
I shrunk back, my back against the wall, my body shrouded, and I looked at the three villains with a lamentable eye.
At the same time, my heart began to figure out:
Who are you leaving behind?
And who is the first to die?
Two.
I’m Sang-hoon. I’m a female killer.
At the age of 16, 21 years of age and well known for their work, this year coincides with the tenth anniversary.
Six months ago, I got a deal.
The client, the head of a publicly listed company in the country, commissioned me to go to a village in the Northwestern Mountains and rescue his daughter who was suspected of being trafficked there.
And I said to his client: “Why do you want me to be a killer? I’m sorry.
And my client told me that saving my daughter was only second.
My main task is to find the village, to find those involved in the abduction of his daughter, and to bully him.
Then he left them all alone, killing them all.
The old lady named Snow White and his boyfriend went to a small town.
She had an affair with her boyfriend and ran away and lost her.
It was said that the last time she was seen was with a woman about 50 years of age and had taken a minibus.
Miss Paik has not gone far enough. She has a simple mind.
Depending on the situation, it’s been abducted by traffickers.
Snow Snow has been missing for almost three weeks now.
Three weeks, it’s hard to say what she’s going to get.
No wonder her father didn’t want to call the police, but found me.
They want to lead the snake out of the hole, and they want to shut it down.
It’s a perfect place to look for a female killer like me.
So I took the task and came to the town of the north-west alone, pretending to be an underage tourist.
On the seventh day, a woman of about 50 came to me.
After learning that I was travelling alone, she volunteered to take me to a small viewing area known only to locals, where she said the photographs were particularly good.
So I hesitated for a while, but promised.
Then we got on a minibus together.
The car drove for about an hour and stopped in a view area.
After we came down for a walk, the woman said her house was nearby and invited me to taste her home-made local mountain juice.
This time, I didn’t hesitate any more, but I promised with joy.
The moment she entered the house, she should have the same lines as me: the hook.
At her house, I pretended to have taken a mountain juice with an estimated sleeping pill, and then I pretended to faint slowly.
Then I felt like a few men came in.
After talking to a woman in a place for a while, they came up and tied my hands and feet and carried a car again.
The woman was gone when I finally woke up pretending to be asleep.
In front of them, they became three faces filled with hungry men.
3
“I, I need to go to the bathroom!” I shouted.
Three men heard and laughed again.
We said, ‘You, neither do you want me to pee later.’ I’m sorry.
“How do you know, we don’t want it?” I’m sorry.
“Let her go, she can’t think of anything else.” I’m sorry.
And he came out and said, “I’ll take it this time. I’m sorry.
I can’t help but look at them as shameless.
Looks like they thought I was trying to escape in the name of the toilet.
And they believed that I would never get out, so they said, “I’ll see what you can do later.”
The colored man came over, untied the rope on my feet, pulled me up, and came to me and said:
“Beautiful, I’ve warned you to run away and you’re finished. I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
And suddenly he reached out to my ass and said, “Let’s go. I’m sorry.
We’re out of the house, it’s dark out.
I just saw a dirt road in front of the house, separating it from a large area of vegetables.
The other side of the road extends to a small forest.
And behind the house, it’s like a big, seemingly unpredictable mountain.
And the man took me to a dirt road with a finger in the dark ditch, and said: Go. I’m sorry.
We said, “How can I go to the toilet if you do not remove the rope from my hand?” I’m sorry.
In the dark, the man laughs, “Oh, you can’t take your pants off. It’s okay. I’ll help you. I’m sorry.
He said he was just laughing and bending to me.
And I’m waiting for this moment.
4
I was held up with my hands tied, and then I covered his neck.
“You’re a bitch…”
But the next moment, he couldn’t laugh.
I turned behind him, and his arm had his neck strangled.
The inside of the elbow was precisely stuck to his carotid artery and then started to work.
He probably didn’t think that this woman, who looks weak, would have such strength.
His hands waved and tried to grab my arm up, but it didn’t work.
I’m thinking 15 times in my heart, and the man stopped struggling and passed out.
I put him down and went down to the ditch and found a rock that looked sharp.
First, the ropes on his hands were slowly broken, then he walked back to the fainting man and began to think about which hand he had just lightened me.
Right, it should be right.
When I thought about it, I lifted up the stone and hit him hard at the right elbow.
The man was woken up, and he looked at me astonished and was about to shout.
The next second, the stone had fallen on his face.
5
I dragged the colored man to the ditch below the road and stood up and patted myself.
But he saw it not far ahead. The bald man was looking at me.
I jumped on the road and turned towards the trees across the dirt road.
The bald man shouted, “Big brother, the bitch ran away! I’m sorry.
He came after me.
As I was running to the woods, I fell down the road, and I climbed up, pretending to be a cripple, and then the bald man approached me.
I heard him running behind me in his panting, and his voice said, “Why do you think you can escape?” I’ll kill you when I get you back! I’m sorry.
I stop and I don’t go.
He said, “Yeah, that’s right.”
He’s not finished. I’ve got a spin kick in his head.
The bald man looked at me staring at me, swaying forward and then fell on the ground.
And We drew out the rope that had just tied its hands, and We tied it to a bald man whose head I had kicked blindly.
Then he hit him in the head, and he said, “How could a man like you not know where to go first? I’m sorry.
I dragged the bald man out of the woods and looked at the huts that were not far away.
The colored man was still lying by the ditch.
But the boss of those three, the beard, didn’t seem to come out.
I wrinkled.
Did he come out and see what was happening?
But the car they brought me was parked at the door.
Well, this man should still be hiding around here.
You want to play with me?
I threw the bald man aside and went back to the cabin.
The fireplace in the house is still burning, but it’s empty.
Good thing my backpack’s still there. I bent over and checked, and I found something.
And right there, behind the door, the sound of being gently pushed.
I turned around, and I saw a shotgun on my face.
Six.
With a gun in his face, he said:
“Who the hell are you? I’m sorry.
I laughed, “I am?” I’m just a weak woman you’ve come to sell. I’m sorry.
And his cheeks spat on the ground, and he said with red eyes: “Whoever you are, can you still do that gun in my fucking hand?” I’m sorry.
I did not hide, but leaned forward, closer to his gun.
The gills are obviously a little surprised.
But it was even more surprising that the next moment, the woman in front of him, had reached out and put a finger in the barrel.
I’ve been pointed over my head by the world’s best assault rifle, a single-barrel home-made shotgun.
7
“You think I’m afraid to shoot, or do you think I have a toy in my hand? “I’ve got a shotgun on my cheeks, and I’ve been saying it so hard.
When he saw me, he said, “Do you not think that if you put your finger on my gun, my gun will explode?” Then try it if you can! I’m sorry.
I certainly wouldn’t think that a shotgun would blow up with a finger on his gun.
A killer wouldn’t risk his own hands.
But I still didn’t get my hands back.
My apathy provoked my beard and he shouted, “Do you think there is no ammunition in the gun? I’ll shoot you now! I’m sorry.
I saw his hand lying on the trigger pressing downwards slightly, pulling his finger back and retreating back.
“To die for me! “I was so proud to say that I had to pull the trigger.
Just one sound, shotgun, blown.
8
I tied up half my beard and half my beard.
It took half a day to get them back.
It’s late in the middle of the night, and the beard is a little sober.
He looked at me and saw real fear in his eyes.
I threw in front of him a small water bag with a big finger, filled with liquid glucose, to supplement his physical strength in an emergency.
I’ve just had a gill thought I’d put a finger through the barrel, actually I put a little water bag like that in the barrel.
And this earthy shotgun, the barrel of which is wet, is blown up.
“Are you a cop or something? I’m sorry.
The face fell apart after the gill knew my little move on his shotgun.
I didn’t talk to him, but I went out to get cold water and woke up the colored man whose face had been smashed in blood.
Then asked them a picture of snow, saying, “This girl has been deceived away and sold.” I’m sorry.
The colored man and the bald man didn’t speak, and the beard hesitated for a while, and then he shook his head.
Unfortunately, the micro-expressions on their faces have already told me:
Snow, these three are the ones who kidnapped him.
I walked out of the house without a word and came to their car, drilled under the car to open the tank and supplied half a bottle of gasoline with an empty mineral bottle.
Walking back into the house, all the rain came down on the three men who wanted to talk hard.
And We lit the lighter, and said to them, “Tell them where this girl is, and We will spare you.” I can’t tell you, I’ll burn you with this house. I’m sorry.
Yes, ma’am, ma’am! We kidnapped him! I’m sorry.
A bald man leans up and up his ass like he’s begging for mercy.
We said, “Fine. Next, take the question. Where has she been taken away from you? He who is right will live.” I’m sorry.
And the bald man goes on and he says, “Big Chai! That’s about 30 or 40 kilometers from here. I’m sorry.
“So close? Don’t you usually sell the girl you’ve been kidnapped away? I’m sorry.
“Because of you, your friend, our temper, we’re afraid we’ll sell far away. “The colored man on the side stammered and said,
“I see. Drive tomorrow and send me over. I’m sorry.
It seems that the young lady was still not aware of her situation when she was abducted.
Then she’s had three weeks.
I said stand up and walk in front of my bag and take out a brow pen.
I pulled one of the brows out of it, and I showed it a little bit smaller than a surgical knife, but it was the same sharp blade.
The beard saw me take out this knife and asked me what I was doing.
And We laughed: I said not, but he who answered the right question will live. I’m sorry.
9
I untied my bald head and let him dig his own pit and bury the bodies of two of his companions.
It’s already 2:00 in the morning.
And he cried to me before he died: “No matter how much you can, if you step into the village, you will die and never come out again.” I’m sorry.
Oh, did he think I was scared?
I tied the bald man up again and told him not to run, not to play games.
“You run away, you’re fucked. I’m sorry.
That’s what his friend in the camouflage suit said.
Around 6:00, I woke up on the dirt.
I noticed an extra figure in front of me.
I looked in my eyes and found out that that was the first lady I ever met.
She was only seen walking to the naked man and beginning to untie the bald man carefully.
I closed my eyes and pretended to know nothing.
The woman soon untied the bald man.
I heard the bald man stand up and walk a little bit.
He’s been tied up all night.
I stood up when two people walked out the door.
When I walked to the door, I saw them holding each other and running towards the white East Wind, which was parked outside the house.
And We carried it, and began to wander behind.
They ran out for a few steps and noticed me behind me.
The woman cried out and ran, and the bald man said with his cry, “Mom, my legs are still numb.” I’m sorry.
Oh, mother and son.
“If you’re a man, go back, kill this little bitch and avenge your brothers!” I’m sorry.
The bald man turned his head and looked at me.
And I looked at him, and I smiled, and I said hello.
I don’t know if I smiled very nicely enough. I laughed and the bald man fell on my knees.
He kneeled on his knees and began to swoop at his head: “Oh, sister, spare us, forgive us.” I’m sorry.
I went down on my knees to the skin of the earth, shaking, and looked at the woman, and said, “There are more passengers, let’s go together. I’m sorry.
The bald man stood up with tears on his face and said yes.
Then he got in the car and got in the driver’s seat.
And I sat in the back with the woman.
When I did it, I pulled out the brow pen and put the knife on the neck of the bald man:
“Still that, don’t play games, otherwise, the consequences are self-inflicted. I’m sorry.
The bald man nodded his head, and the car was like that, and he started driving deep into the mountains.
10
Two hours later, the car was still on its way.
Even 40 kilometres of road should have arrived.
I realize that this is not a memory for the mother and the son, and I’m starting to think about it again.
And I asked him, “Are you there yet?”
And the bald man whispered, “This is a place where my brother used to come before, and I didn’t come much, but I couldn’t remember. I’m sorry.
I said, “Oh,” and I turned my head and said, “Do you know the way?” I’m sorry.
The woman staring at me, “I don’t know, never came. I’m sorry.
But she had a brief evasive look in her eyes, and she clearly told me again that she was lying.
“All right, take your time. I said, “Put your eyebrow off the neck of a bald man and grab a woman’s wrist.”
“You, why did you arrest me? Are you afraid I’ll run away? The woman asks:
“Where can you go? I laughed, “I’m not afraid you’re too nervous to calm down. I’m sorry.
“Weasel and weasel for chickens! “The women say it with outrage.
I’m not talking anymore.
The car continues, the mountains are similar, and I don’t know if the bald man is in a circle.
But the deliberate delay is certain.
It was about half an hour ago, when I reached a rock bridge that was running across the river ditch, I suddenly ordered the bald man to turn around. I’m sorry.
In the rear-view mirror, the skinhead’s face showed a glimpse of incredible expression.
And he held his hand slightly to the wheel, and said: I am not sure, I am here. I’m sorry.
“This is it. Turn around. “I continue to order the way in cold blood.
“Good, good.”
The bald man promised to take the car to the Stone Bridge.
A village had indeed emerged on the side of the hill, not far ahead.
“is the village ahead, right? I will continue to ask.
“As if, as if it were here…” I said, “Skinheads.”
“You, you’ve been here?” The woman on the side asks with alarm.
I let go of the woman’s hand, “You don’t need to know. I’m sorry.
From the very beginning, I had no confidence that they would take me to my destination.
So I used a little psychological technique.
Grab the woman’s wrist to feel her pulse.
As long as the car passes through the place where she has a ghost in her heart, her pulse will surely jump faster.
I told the bald man to stop the car.
“Thank you for bringing me here. I thank you sincerely.
But I hate stupid people who don’t know what they’re doing, and I like little tricks.
So next, I’ll take you on the road.
Eleven.
After handling the woman and the bald man and hiding the car, I took a little rest in the car and started walking in the direction of the village.
I’m still a backpacker.
He was lost in the mountains and wanted to spend the night in the village.
The village is situated on a hillside, all of which are seemingly steep, with only a small road below the hill, extending beyond the Stone Bridge.
If anyone tried to escape from the village, they had to follow this path.
And the villagers must be able to see it very easily.
When I left the nearest village, some people in the village had seen me.
They used to sit together and smoke, and all stood up and looked at me.
I also looked up to the village and saw the men sitting outside it.
There’s a little bit of old old lady with blue cloth over her head.
I’m as old as I am, or I’m about 30 or 40 years old, and I can’t even see it.
I assume that either the village is too poor and has too many scoundrels, or the women of the village are confined to their homes and are not allowed out.
I was reminded of the warning before the death of the beard that I would never come out of this village again.
Oh, I’d like to see what kind of demons are in this village.
A few men who were watching the flow suddenly followed the road and came down from the village.
They rounded me up and laughed at me.
I smiled at them and asked, “Where is this?” I’m sorry.
“Sister, what’s wrong with you? One of the men with yellow hair asks:
I told the man what I had thought before and asked him if he could spend the night here and my friends back in town would pick me up.
Several men looked at each other, and there was a uncomfortable smile.
Then they shouted, of course, and started to fight back and I went to the village.
Soon, a man with a dry smoke with a long eye came out.
A man in a gray coat told me this was the village chief.
I noded my head and laughed politely at the village chief, telling him my name was Sam. I came to travel.
After hearing the men ‘ s accounts, the village chief smiled and showed a mixed tooth that was smoked out of dry smoke.
He extended his hand and said, “Welcome to our castle. We’ll treat you well, right? I’m sorry.
He said that his eyes were sewn around him.
Men laugh and nod their heads.
Then he shook me with two hands in the middle of the sky, suggesting that I had not shook his hand.
I was too busy reaching out my hand.
The mayor grabbed them, and two thumbs came back to Moso in my hand.
“Sam, Sam, that’s a good name. There are lots of trees and euphoria in our village. I’m sorry.
He said, “Look at those men again, “Pangtooth, this girl is staying with you tonight, okay? I’m sorry.
Then he held my hand and dragged me to one of them.
I looked up at the man named Pumbaa.
But when the village chief dragged me to him, the man, who was in the pit of his face, immediately appeared in his face with an undisguised joy.
I bowed my head and shouted, “Hello, Brother Peng. I’m sorry.
This man nods his head.
The village chief finally let go of his hand at the moment, and he asked Pumbaa to take me to his house first.
Meanwhile, I followed Pumbaa into the village.
Half way back, I looked at the men at the village and looked at me, along with the village chief, and I had a sick laugh.
I also had a big smile at the village chief.
Because I’m trying to figure out if the village chief’s hands should be cut off or burned.
12
Pumbaa’s house is a common Quarter house in the North West Mountain Village.
Once in the door, there was a little girl in the yard who was working hard to wash her clothes.
Looks like it, but it’s eight or nine.
“My baby. Pumbaa pointed at the little girl, and then he said with a serious look, “We have guests, don’t shout at her. I’m sorry.
The girl looked up at me and screamed “sister” scaredly.
I watched the girl who was washing in front of a plastic pot half her size, wrinkled.
Although the little girl’s face is a little dull, her skin is dark and she looks dirty.
But the two eyes are so round and so are the five officers.
By contrast, I am sure that this girl is not his daughter.
Brother, why didn’t you see her? I asked.
“I haven’t… Oh, no, her mother had her dead. Pumbaa also points to the girl.
The girl’s head down.
What was the man’s intention at the beginning?
I had to apologize to him on purpose.
But the pang-tooth looks okay, and there is nothing normal about the grief of a dead wife.
I didn’t have a wife, but I didn’t know where to get a little girl.
It doesn’t look like it’s meant to be progeny, does it?
I can’t help but think about this man’s possible addiction.
I looked to this little girl again, and she kept her head down and washed her clothes in the tub faceless.
I seemed to be her age when I was adopted.
A thought came out of my heart.
“Take the girl with you after the mission. I’m sorry.
I’m scared of this idea, and I think I’m crazy. I’m a killer.
How can you do something like that?
Lunch is some of the cooked meals that Pumbaa sent girls to buy at the village entrance.
When we sat down, the girls were too late to come.
Pumbaa was embarrassed, so she sat down and told me it was because the girl was afraid.
I touched the girl’s head, pulled a soft chocolate out of my pocket and handed it to her.
It’s not very expensive, but I’ve loved it since I was a kid and I always carry it with me.
The girl answered and said thank you very carefully.
And I have some bitterness.
Because just when I touched the girl’s head, I clearly found some little, raised bag.
I look up and I see my teeth looking at me in the face.
Maybe I’m not used to delivering chocolate to this little girl. It’s eating and there’s a knock in the yard.
“Pang-tooth, open the door!”
This shout, put the bowl in your hand.
Stand up from the wooden bench and then turn around and rush to the door.
And I stood up and looked in the yard, wondering who put Pengtooth in such a hurry to open the door.
It’s not like the village chief.
Meanwhile, the door was open.
It smells like blood. It’s coming in from outside.
13
A tall, naked man walked in, and the pompous teeth followed him with humility.
“Kow, went hunting? Pumbaa says:
The man called Kyushu noded his head and said, “The woman who got lost according to Uncle, live with you?” I’m sorry.
Right now, I’ve come out of the hall.
Two people took a look at me.
Pumbaa was busy introducing each other: “This is Kyushu, the girl who came to stay in the village, called Sam. I’m sorry.
“My name is Peng Kagen. The man says:
His eyebrows are thin and almost non-existent. In the eyes, there’s an animal-like cunt.
It doesn’t look like a good fight.
“Why don’t you let her live with you? You’ve got a bigger place over there. #Pangtooth says favorably #
I don’t move, keep smiling at them.
Pumbaa’s ablution said, “No, I’m full. I’m just looking. I’m sorry.
Pumbaa went on to invite Peng 9 and asked him if he wanted to go in and eat, but he also rejected it.
At this point, there was a cry from a woman who had torn her heart apart.
The cry was filled with begging for forgiveness, and the curses of men.
I’m showing some impatience.
Peng Kyugen saw the look on my face, and suddenly turned to me and said, “You must not be afraid of me. The more you fight, the better you fight.” I’m sorry.
I laughed and didn’t talk.
Pumbaa also intervened and said, “Yes, yes, the old saying is good, the battered wife rubs out the face. I’m sorry.
Peng Kyugen said, “Let’s also keep the stakes in mind. I’m sorry.
Pumbaa heard this and was so busy yelling at his throat: “The stake!” Kowloon told you to stop fighting. I’m sorry.
After the sound of the pompous tooth, the cursing in the next room stopped, leaving only women to cry quietly.
Peng Kaegen’s face is full of smiles.
He didn’t talk, he turned and went out, and Pumbaa followed him.
I only noticed that the old man had a winged poncho on his back.
Is this a Japanese gangster?
Looks like Peng Kaegen is the real boss of this village.
Snow, is he going to be locked up?
14
In the afternoon, I asked Pumbaa to take me around the village.
Pumbaa promised.
Most of the village is made up of four-chamber houses, such as pompous teeth, and many of the walls of houses, or the traditional stone-laying walls.
There’s only Peng Kagan’s house. It’s a three-story little ocean floor.
His yard door was open and could be seen with a skinned boar in it.
It’s funny that this apparently unrich village has four or five cameras.
I’m sure these cameras aren’t for the protection of thieves.
I turned on the phone, found a song in Chinese and started playing.
The song is called “The People Under the Moon.”
This is Snow’s favorite song.
If she can hear this song in her place, I hope she can make some noise.
Pumbaa heard me sing and looked back at me.
I rocked the phone and asked him if he was all right. Pumbaa didn’t talk.
We’ve just snuck around, but it’s not unusual.
You can’t hear me?
I think the lady’s temper is bad, so there’s probably one of the worst possibilities.
She’s been killed.
Finding people in a village is much easier than finding people in a big city.
The simplest way is to arrest someone for questioning.
But that would definitely expose me.
In that case, we have to get ready to go against the whole village.
But that’s not too hard, and I should be able to figure out the size and strength of the entire village for another day.
After all, the entire village’s terrain, I’ve remembered it all this afternoon.
The most successful result was to find Snow White tomorrow night and send her to a safe place before going back to the village.
But if Snow had been killed, she would have to be buried with all the accomplices in the village.
15
At night, the signal starts to get bad.
Pumbaa looked at me brushing the trigger, but often jumped out of the web with clues that were not available, explaining that in the mountains, the signals were intermittent.
I speak in my mouth of understanding, but I know in my heart that this is the work of people in the village.
The electromagnetic signal jammer was tied to one of the utility poles erected at the village entrance.
They probably think I don’t know this thing.
There’s always a woman crying out there.
I looked to Pumbaa, but he didn’t seem to hear the same thing.
Because my cell phone had no signal, I had to lie down in the guest room prepared for me by Pumbaa.
And behold, the pompous teeth delivered me a bottle of mountain juice.
He says it’s a local specialty. I’ll try it.
I’ve got mountain juice, and it’s funny that these people are so ungenerative, and it’s funny that the man is so desperate.
I let go and said I was allergic to mountains.
Pompous teeth look disappointed.
He probably didn’t know I was doing it to keep him alive for another day.
If this man were to die in my hands tonight, I would be in some trouble tomorrow, during the day, to continue my investigation into the village.
Lie in bed and I started thinking about the next plan.
But I didn’t expect Pumbaa to be outside my house in ten minutes.
He knocked and asked me if I was asleep.
Sounds like you’re still alive.
I told him he was going to sleep, and if anything happens, he can talk tomorrow.
But instead of leaving, he pulled out the key and opened the door that I had already locked.
I wrinkled and somehow didn’t think that this man, who looked like he couldn’t do it, was going to get hard.
He then pushed the door in and went straight to my bed.
I pretended to be surprised, “Pang, what do you want?” I’m sorry.
In the dark, the man swallowed a spit.
Then he breathed and said, “I, I want you! You follow me, and I’ll make them sell you tomorrow! I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, he jumped at me.
But he didn’t realize that this woman, who was supposed to scream so much, was taking the initiative.
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“Pang, take it easy. I’m sorry.
I was lying in his ear, softly.
“You look so good. Can you wait? I’m sorry.
Pumbaa said that, but his hands slowed down.
I moved closer to him, and my hands began to touch his body, “Pen, I like you, too, a bit wild. I don’t think I’m a big fan of the city. I’m sorry.
“Ha ha ha! That’s great! I love you too! I’m sorry.
Pumbaa says, “Hang around me.”
“They don’t dare touch me, unlike you. I’m sorry.
My finger keeps pulling him.
Pumbaa was already in a hurry to take off his clothes and hear it, and suddenly he stayed.
And he arose from Us and asked: “Why did they not touch you?” I’m sorry.
And I went on leaning up, laughing, “Then ask them, and they said, “I am not clean.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t think this man would push me away. I’m sorry.
I pretended, “Pang, the men in the city are just afraid, aren’t you afraid?” I’m sorry.
Pompous teeth crawled down on me, looking straight at me.
We took a bag from the bed, pulled a bottle out of it, and shook in the dark,
“It’s okay. Come on, just take this with me every day. I’m sorry.
Pumbaa shouted, “Girl, that’s fucking bad!” I’m sorry.
He stopped talking to me and pulled the door out in a hurry.
I was suffocating and stuffed the box with chocolate bottles back in the bag.
I don’t know if I can stay in this village until tomorrow morning.
I just wanted to go back to bed and there was another cry in the yard.
It’s that kid.
Crying is increasing, and it is accompanied by heavy breathing by men.
Did Pumbaa’s bastard go and bully that little girl?
My fist can’t help it.
Reason tells me that tonight is not the time to do it.
At this point, I would be better off to exercise restraint.
But fuck reason.
I walked out of the house and went to the house where the cries were coming from.
And then he kicked the door of Pumbaa.
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And I went up, and carried the collar of the teeth, and pulled him.
“What are you doing? I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything. I punched him in the stomach.
And while he was eating pains and bending over, I lifted up my elbow and knocked on his neck.
I beat him to the ground like a toad, scolding him in his mouth and trying to get up.
But his head just got up, and my next foot, it’s been kicked on his chin.
Pompous teeth fell on the floor and moaned in pain.
I went to the bed, took the girl down from the bed and held her in my arms.
“He’s not your father, is he? I’m sorry.
The girl wept in my arms and noded her head.
“What’s your name? I’m sorry.
“My name is Little Fish. I’m sorry.
Fish, go to bed and wake up in the morning and get you out of here. I’m sorry.
I took the girl to the door and pointed to the room in front of me.
The girl still holds me and doesn’t want to let go.
And I crouched down and hugged her again, and said to her, “Don’t worry, sister will not leave you.” I’m sorry.
It was then that she noticed that the chocolate I gave her during the day was still in her clothes.
Haven’t you eaten yet?
Sister, can I eat with you when you get back? I’m sorry.
I noded my head and the girl let go, and I wiped her tears and watched her walk into the cabin.
Then I turned around and walked back to the man who was lying on the ground and scared.
“You, you’re a madman…” Pumbaa was nervous.
You think I’m crazy?
That’s where it goes.
I close all the curtains in the room and light a candle.
All actions had to be advanced to tonight.
Looks like it’s gonna be all night again.
I took out the rope that was ready, tied the teeth and said to him:
“I ask, you answer, and if you speak truthfully, I will make you suffer less.” If you don’t, I’ll make you cry to the King. I’m sorry.
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The interrogation went very well, and this man was a lot worse than I thought.
But what I didn’t think was that the family was involved in trafficking.
The village as a whole is a transit point for further trade between those traffickers and off-site buyers.
The traffickers handed over the girl who had been conned to the area and then sold her to a village outside the country.
As compensation, most of the wives of men in the village were also obtained from their traffickers.
Even their own daughters would be born and sold directly by traffickers.
I heard the whereabouts of Snow White from Pumbaa.
She was not at the house of Peng Kagan, but was kept in the cellar of his uncle, the village chief.
I am satisfied with the outcome of the trial.
Pumbaa asked me if I could just let him go and he promised he wouldn’t say anything.
But as if I didn’t hear, I picked up the pillowcase on the rise and ripped it and shoved it in the mouth of the pompous teeth.
It’s just that there’s a lot of fear in Pompey’s face.
I told him:
“There was a little girl who was bullied by a disgusting man like you. I’m sorry.
“Do you know what she did most often?” I’m sorry.
Pompous teeth shake their heads in fear.
We said, “What she used to do is cut off her wrists. I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, I squeezed the wrists of Pumbaa, and my fingers pointed out the location of the artery.
“When I was a kid, I always couldn’t find a place for the wrist artery.
“But now I know better than anyone.
“Alas, my life is gone.
“Your consciousness, probably, can remain awake for about five minutes. My advice is, in these five minutes, to confess to your own disgusting life. I’m sorry.
After all this, I slowly cut the wrists of the teeth with a knife and blew out the candles in the house.
Before I got out of the yard, I looked at the girl who was lying on the bed and didn’t know if she was really asleep.
I went in and covered her up.
Then I pray in my heart that everything will go well tonight.
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I took the equipment and came to the village chief’s house in the night with care, under the cover of the camera, which I recorded during the day.
Climbing up the wall, I took a general look at the location of the cellar and, after confirming it, threw a piece of beef in front of the sleeping dog in the yard.
The dog sits up and sees the beef in front of him.
But I didn’t take a few sips and wooed and fell.
Then I dropped two stones on the front door.
“Who is it?” The noise came from the village chief.
I lost another stone, and there was the sound of clothes.
“Who’s in the middle of the night?”
Soon, the door was opened and the village chief stood at the door in a dress.
I took out a gun that looked like a blower and aimed at the upper half of the village chief.
The ropes with the penetrating thorns were fast-fired, and the village chief was fast-seated.
I jumped out of the wall and I didn’t wait for him to speak, but I put a piece of cloth in his mouth.
Then I went into the house and I was ready to see who else was inside.
But when the door was opened, it was felt that there was a man standing behind the door with a knife in his hand.
I looked back at the village chief on the ground and only saw him struggling to get up.
I took back my foot at the threshold, closed the door again, and returned to the village chief.
The people in the house then slowly moved behind the door and seemed to be observing the outside.
I moved on my legs, then I bended over to the mayor of the floor and said:
“Look, I’ll just show you what happens if you try to escape. I’m sorry.
After a run, a foot was flown and the front door was kicked into the house.
Bang, I kicked the doorboard and put it on the man.
At the same time, the sound of knives falling from the ground was uploaded.
I went up, raised the doorboard, hit him three times in the head on the ground and knocked him out.
By age, probably the village chief’s son.
It was at that point that I noticed that there was a woman in the bed with her cape.
She’s convulsing in bed with her blanket.
Although it was not clear whether she was also a victim of the village, I decided to tie up the man on the ground, and she was all tied up.
When this was done, I looked back at the village chief, whose legs were shaking in the dark.
Looks like I can’t stand up for a second.
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I took the village chief and said, “Do you understand me?” I’m sorry.
The village chief lit his head like a chicken pecker.
I pointed to the finger cellar, “Is there a girl inside? I’m sorry.
The village chief nodded his head.
I took a photo of Snow White and asked, “Is this the girl?” I’m sorry.
The mayor looked at the photos on my phone and noded again.
I touched the village chief’s waist, pulled a key from it and opened the cellar door with the help of the village chief.
“You guys, you’re late. Are you coming? I’m sorry.
The moment the cellar door was opened, there was a sound of horror.
We kicked the village chief down the cellar with one foot, and said, “Miss Bai, I was sent by your father to save you.” I’m sorry.
The girl in the cellar, with her long hair, her clothes were broken and dirty, and her wrists and ankles were chained.
I used the key to let her go, the girl grabbed me and started crying.
I wrinkled and asked her, “Can I walk?” I’m sorry.
Snow held me up and tried to stand up and fell on the ground.
I checked the snowed ankle and found that it had been cuffed with a broken wound and that it had to be dealt with in a timely manner.
Looks like you’re gonna get some alcohol up there and get rid of her first.
And as the snow lifted up its head and pointed to the village chief in a tremor, saying: Kill him! Kill him!
The village chief was scared to shrink and fled.
I grabbed him, I pushed him down.
No, it’s still alive.
When I came down the cellar, I found a camera in the cellar.
But I didn’t see the monitor at the village chief’s house.
Then I’m sure at this point, if the Peng Kagen is still awake.
He should have appreciated what I did in his own home.
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I took snow out of the cellar, put her in the yard, then rushed into the house, and started to go through the box and look for gauze and alcohol.
The man I tied up just woke up and saw my condition and started sarcasming at me.
But the woman realized what I was looking for and began to show me the way with her eyes.
I did find a bottle of alcohol and half a roll of gauze at the woman’s direction.
After a simple disinfection of Snow White, I knocked out the man and released the woman.
“Are you also abducted? I’m sorry.
A woman’s head was lit and her tears began to turn in her eyes.
This woman, who calls herself “Win Yu,” says, “I would like to tear this to pieces!” I’m sorry.
At this point, the barking of dogs and the swearing and footsteps of men came from afar.
Looks like Peng Kyugen’s on the move.
“Can we get out of here? I’m sorry.
Snow is against the wall and can’t talk.
I wrinkled, and I have no idea how many people and how many weapons the whole village is.
In that case, it’s hard to say.
When I didn’t talk, the snow groaned, and she looked up and looked up at the night sky, and she said, in a sad tone:
“I haven’t seen a star in a long time. Look, they’re blinking at me. I’m sorry.
I looked up at the night sky and saw only a few stars in the sky, and I was glittering.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get out of here. I’m sorry.
I filmed her, then I went to the middle of the yard and started to judge the number of people through the footsteps.
There were about 20 people, men who couldn’t tell the whole village, who got pulled over by Pumbaa.
Okay, so I don’t have to go back.
Now that the troubles have come together, it’s just a matter of time to get rid of them once and for all.
I pulled out my backpack and started making some temporary weapons with the remaining alcohol in the house.
When I was finished, there was a kick in the yard.
I grabbed the mayor who was still shaking and put my right hand on his shoulder, and the eyebrow knife pointed at his neck and said:
“Open the door, it’s time to greet. I’m sorry.
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The door was open, Peng 9 and 20 people standing outside the yard.
More than 20 shotguns, and the mouth of their black hole, are brushing me.
Don’t shoot! The village chief stood in front of me and stood up and cried.
“Uncle, is it too cold for you to be an elder when a woman holds a knife? I’m sorry.
Peng 9 standing in the dark with a shotgun.
The village chief caught us in the middle of a tearless act.
He wanted to keep saying what he wanted to say, but the next second, he only heard a bang, and the shot went off.
I’ve got the knife in my hand and it’s burning.
And the village chief who stood before me had kneeled on his shoulder, scolded Peng nine in his mouth and lamented in pain.
“I’m sorry, Uncle, I missed. “Pang nine guns are collected and refilled calmly.
It was intended that the village chief would be held hostage, but I can’t believe that this Peng 9 is worse than I thought.
It hit hard.
“There’s nothing wrong with me since you came to the village. I’m sorry.
“Our brothers found the car you hid. That’s Chen Tiger’s brothers. What happened to you? I’m sorry.
Peng Kyugen said to put the shotgun back at me.
“I don’t know who Chen Tiger is. I put up with the pain of my right hand and laughed.
“You little bitch, talk hard! A broad-faced man came at me with a shotgun.
The people in the back immediately shouted, “Bon, keep alive, or what are you guys playing behind? I’m sorry.
He was the one who beat up his wife in the next room.
When the pillar heard that, put the gun down and laugh, “Of course I can’t afford to break a face like that.” I’m sorry.
He threw the gun at the man behind him and then he jumped at me.
I kicked his ass.
He bends over and looks at me and says, “Bitch.”
“Pop. I’ve slapped him in the face.
“Didn’t your mother teach you to talk? Oh, you, and you, I don’t think you have a mother. I’m sorry.
I’m looking at these men with contempt.
The broad-faced man is scolding again.
I raised my left hand, and I slapped him in the face, and I kicked him back into the crowd.
Those who put their guns down and were ready to watch the fun, were busy and raised.
“Beautiful, I like. I should have brought you to my house yesterday. Peng 9gan says:
“The first one to die tonight is you. I’m sorry.
“I love you so much. Guys, listen to me. This woman belongs to Peng 9 You’re not gonna rob me! I’m sorry.
I threw up on Peng 9 in the face.
“Do you deserve it? I’m sorry.
Peng Kaegen was angry with me, and he raised his voice and shouted, “Damn your face. If you don’t listen, you’re dead! I’m sorry.
“Well, then die together. I’m sorry.
I said I lifted the incendiary bomb that had been hidden behind me with alcohol and gunpowder found in the village chief’s shotgun.
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Peng Kyugen, they were scared by the firebombs in my hand.
The men retreated, but the house was still surrounded.
I then held the incendiary bomb in my hand and slowly returned to the yard and then quickly closed the gate.
In the courtyard, the warm jade is comforting the white snow, which is still sobbing.
She saw my right hand hurt and came to help me with the bandages and some leftover alcohol.
“What do we do now? Wenyu asks:
“I scared them with firebombs and should be able to delay them for a while. I said,
“But we can’t possibly beat them. “The snow says,
“Together to win. I’m sorry.
And We raised our heads and looked again to the stars that were shining.
If it wasn’t for Snow, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have noticed the stars.
And they blink blindly, because there is a flow in the air.
If I’m right, it’ll rain soon.
And that means that at that time, this group of people had a shotgun.
It’s no different than a stick.
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The time passes in a minute and a second.
The yard starts with a drop of rain, then two drops, three drops, four drops…
At the turn of the day, heavy rain covered the village of sin.
“Winyu, you take the snow and escape from the wall next to you. * I’m back on my feet and in the middle of the yard *
Two people looking at me.
“Let the women of the village run, if possible. I’m going to drag these men here later, and I’m going to have to take care of you. This should be the best chance for you.
“Oh, don’t forget to go to Pumbaa’s house with a girl named Fish.
“If you can, find a good man to adopt her. I’m sorry.
The rain fell on the body, and the wound on the right hand began to hurt.
“Is it all right that you’re alone? Wenyu asks:
“I’ve seen it all before. I laugh.
I lied to them. I hit so many people alone. That’s the part of the movie.
It’s hard to pick the real world, and I’m still hurt in my right hand.
But I should still be able to get them to leave safely.
By the way, Snow, I know this experience, and it might leave you a deep wound. I’m sorry.
The last time I looked at those two girls, I said:
“What I can teach you is to try to forget it. I’m sorry.
Just like I used to do.
I didn’t tell her.
When I was seven or eight years old, I was abducted by traffickers.
I’ve forgotten how long it took.
It’s only then that the nightmare is forever sealed in the deep of the brain so that you don’t remember it.
But I can forget that experience, but I can’t forget the hatred of these scums hidden in their bones.
That’s probably why I took this assignment.
The rain is getting worse and the men outside the door start to get restless.
“Kow, our guns are raining, they’re not working. I’m sorry.
“Feared of what, then the incendiary bomb in her hand was useless. I’m sorry.
“Yes, we’re too many. She’s hurt again. Ha ha ha! I’m sorry.
“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I’m sorry.
The men looked at me and pushed out the door, and suddenly they were silent.
“Do you get it? I’m sorry.
Pumbaa’s words are a little sarcastic.
I didn’t speak, but slowly took out a finger from my pocket made of pure steel and put it on my left hand.
Their eyes have washed the beasts in human skin. We know that they are waiting for me to be eaten alive.
But I am not a prey for you to abuse.
I’m Sang-hoon. I’m a top killer.
And you guys are gonna die tonight.
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One, two, three…
Half the men have fallen on the ground, unable to move.
But half of the men, led by Peng 9en, surrounded me in the middle.
My right hand wound broke and started bleeding again.
And the left hand, too.
I can see Peng Kyugen still wants me alive. Otherwise, I’d be out of my league.
However, after such a long time, Snow White had managed to escape.
I was breathing and my injured right hand touched my pocket to see if there were any weapons.
I didn’t know I had a chocolate.
Strange. Is this the piece I gave the fish?
When did that kid put it on me?
I put chocolate skins in my mouth, and chocolate sweets gave me some strength.
“Don’t surrender?” Peng 9 says.
“Throw to you! * When I bite my teeth, I’m going to run up to Peng 9 again. *
But as soon as that moment came, a message came out from afar: “Sandian Sister! I’m sorry.
It’s the voice of Winyu. These two stupid women are still in the village?
But wait, it’s like there’s a lot of messy footsteps coming towards us.
Listen to the sound. There should be more than 20 people.
I’m surprised, but I hear a man screaming:
“Nix, Kowloon, those bitches, rebel! I’m sorry.
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I looked up and saw the women who had been bullied and imprisoned by these men and were coming towards them with forks, hoops and knives from all sides of the village.
And the lead is warm and snowy.
These two girls look better than I thought.
“You bitch, you’re playing with me? “Peng 9 turned his head and yelled at me.
And I laughed, and looked at his leftovers, and turned back, and tried to draw on the anger of the women with hunting guns that were no longer of use.
Peng 9 is staring at me.
Now, I can finally deal with this shit.
Did he think he’d be my opponent?
And We took a deep breath, and then We took a step back, and then we leaped, and our legs were caught in the neck of Peng nine, and we threw him to the ground, and his head was all over him.
Then he picks up a shotgun on the ground while he’s not responding.
Raise the butt and point it at his head.
At last, this rich boss, he’s not moving.
I stood up and looked at the rest of the men and shouted:
“You, and who else? I’m sorry.
These men are already at a disadvantage, and at this point in time they are seeing their bosses fall and their mentalities collapse.
They all brushed away their shotguns and surrendered to the group of women who had been abused, beaten and abused.
Seeing the scene, those women, some started cheering and others lost their voices crying.
That was the moment when they had suppressed the emotions of days and even years, all of which had been released.
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And I watched the women, and tied them all together, before they fell.
It’s the day after that.
At this point, the rain has stopped.
Winyu told me that there was no signal in the village and that they could not call the police, but that it was better to stop an empty bus on the way outside the village.
After hearing the story of the women who had escaped, the bus driver was shocked and promised to return them to the city.
I don’t think they know yet. Just remove the electromagnetic signal jammer from the village.
But forget it, it doesn’t matter anymore.
They’re all saved.
I told Winyu to let them go first with the driver and I’ll stay and deal with the men.
He said, “How can you be left behind while you are so hurt?” I’m sorry.
I laughed, “I’ve got it in my heart. It’s okay. I’m sorry.
Actually, I lied to her.
The right-hand wound rained again last night and was already infected and dangerous if not dealt with in a timely manner.
But you’ve been in the killer business for so long that you don’t care about your own life or the lives of others.
I think it’s better to call the police and tell the police that I did it all by myself.
The girls were not to leave the village and were charged with assault or even murder.
And he cried, and said, “Yes, I found this little boy at Pumbaa’s house. Indeed, he was brought back by Pumbaa, but he was not a fish.” He said he had heard you fight Pumbaa last night, so he stayed in his house and didn’t come out. I’m sorry.
She said she pulled an equally dirty little boy.
And I look at this little fish that I remember as a child of two.
The brain is buzzing.
“Sister, thank you for saving us all. “The boy is scared and says,
No, it’s not a fish. Where is it?
I look at the little boy and the hot jade in the face.
It’s a mess in my head.
At that point, a girl came to me from the crowd.
Big eyes, little five, I’ll recognize you. That’s the fish!
I pointed at that little girl and said, “Sweet Jade, look…”
Hot Jade and the boy turned their heads at the same time, but they looked in their eyes and showed their faces.
Can’t you see?
Look at me like I’m talking.
“Don’t you remember me? I’m sorry.
The fish stood before me and laughed.
I’m looking at the face of a fish that looks familiar.
I knew it all at once.
And I smiled and said, “Nothing, I was mistaken. I’m sorry.
The little fish girl, she never existed.
Because she was the same year that I was only 8 years old.
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It’s the boy who started to see it during the day.
But I imagined him as a little fish.
And the little fish I see at night are my own fantasy.
No wonder, that night, Pumbaa would panic and say I was crazy.
He must have been scared to see me talking to the air.
“Win Yu, it’s all right. Go ahead and keep the driver waiting. I’m sorry.
I said to Santa Fe, while the fish sit next to me.
I touched her head, the shape of the wounds on her head, which, even after so many years, still lingered in my heart.
When I was 8 years old, I was taken into a closed hill village by traffickers until later a killer group took me away from them.
I’ve been trying to turn myself into the coldest killing machine in the organization since I was a kid.
Because only by making a machine can you have no feelings, no memories.
Only then can we forget the little girl who was in the middle of the mountain crying out for it.
But the one I tried so hard to forget never really disappeared.
She ended up being an illusion, and I came to this village.
Reminds me of some scars that can heal, not by forgetting.
I can’t help but think of this girl who doesn’t exist, crying out loud.
I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left 8-year-old myself in that village.
What’s wrong with you? “It’s hot, it’s hot.
I looked up, I laughed, I thought it was all right, but the next second, I was hugged.
Come with us.
“You saved our lives, and if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t have had the courage to stand up to those people. Now let’s leave you. I’m sorry, I can’t.
“So I think that whatever comes next, we should face it together. I’m sorry.
She hit me on the back like a mother beat her own child.
And then Snow came and held us together.
How long has it been since anyone hugged me like that?
In that moment, I felt like an 8-year-old fish.
The little girl, who had been hiding deep inside me and who did not want to come out, suddenly stood up, laughed, cried, tried to run into the eyes of the people who were willing to give themselves a hug.
Go, go, get out of this mountain that I’ve been stuck with for so long.
The road ahead is one of discipline and salvation, but it’s like I’m not alone. Case number: YXA1DrKlblkfp5OJLDrum8Mj
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
