Super Special Forces King

Chapter 289 Imprisoned Donor

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Since he chose to believe in Zhang Feng, the dancer did not hesitate anymore.

Without any tremor, the butterfly knife was sent into the deadly vitals of the people lying on the ground, all of them were killed together.

Wipe off the blood stained on the knife, and walked slowly towards the door of the dark room.

When he walked to the door and saw the purgatory scene, he hesitated a little.

He had already vomited pale, and there was nothing left to vomit in his stomach. Even so, he was retching.

Gritting his teeth, stepping into it, and walking quickly towards the place where Zhang Feng is.

He also heard a screaming scream.

"What's the matter? Then don't turn on the flashlight?" The dancer said with a frown, saying that he would take out the bright flashlight from his pocket.

Zhang Feng said quickly: "Don't!"

Strangely, the dancer put the flashlight back into his pocket.

Zhang Feng took the phone out of his pocket again, turned on the screen, adjusted the backlight to the lowest level, and shot it in front of him.

The dancer's eyes suddenly widened, his eyes were full of horror, and his body staggered.

If it hadn't been for Zhang Feng to grab his arm, he might have to take a few steps back.

With the help of the extremely faint light, I can see clearly that the low iron cages are placed in front of them.

The iron cages are placed side by side, with one layer below and one layer above.

And those detained in these iron cages are actually people. Men and women can’t tell the difference.

Everyone was curled up in a cage, filthy and stinking.

It is impossible to move in such a cage, even turning around is a desire.

The reason why Zhang Feng didn't let the dancers turn on the flashlight is because these people have been in the dark for a long time, and their eyes have long been used to them. The intense glare is likely to sting their eyes.

These people's eyes are no longer like normal people's black and white, but gray, which shows how long they have been imprisoned in the darkness of this world of purgatory.

Some food residues can be seen on the ground inside the cage, and there are even bones that have been chewed up.

Both Zhang Feng and the dancer can tell at a glance that this is a human calf bone!

Even the dull people can see that the purpose of these people's existence is that Mitsui's tissues are used as donors for organ harvesting.

With human flesh being raised, Professor Mitsui’s cruelty has exceeded the normal cognition of human beings.

Even if all the torture in human history was used on him, it would be difficult to dispel Zhang Feng's hatred at this moment.

The choreographer was also biting his cheek fiercely. His heart had already been filled with anger, and now he understood why Zhang Feng wanted him to kill all the people outside. They were completely dead.

The only regret is that it was too painful for them to die. They should be tortured and let them die after all the pain!

Taking a deep breath, the dancer said softly: "What should I do now?"

Zhang Feng pondered and did not speak immediately. The best way at the moment is to kill these donors.

Judging from their current situation, these people have long been unable to be included in the normal category of human beings. Even if they were rescued, their survival would only be suffering for them.

But in any case, these people are also victims after all!

"Hey!" With a long sigh, Zhang Feng said: "Save it! Can you be relieved from this pain and reintegrate into society is not something we can decide. We also have no right to deprive these victims. life."

As he said, he took off his clothes, tore his sleeves and covered the cage to help them block the light.

Upon seeing this, the choreographer nodded, and also took off his clothes.

The ‘people’ in the cage thought they were going to do anything, but their bodies were squeezed tightly, shouting in horror.

He carried the clothes cage outside and placed it in the darkness at the door of the dark room, and the two turned back and forth.

After all the two hundred cages were removed, the bodies of both people were also covered with sweat.

The choreographer said: "Zhang Feng, we should retreat. My people have secretly contacted journalists from all over the world, and they should come over soon. Exposing this is the meaning of the above."

Zhang Feng nodded, his expression gloomy as if dripping water.

Lurking out of the manor quickly, the two got into the car but did not immediately leave.

The two people sitting in the car were silent. They had to digest the scene they saw today. It was beyond human perception and it was difficult to accept.

A few minutes later, a large number of interview vehicles stopped at the door of the Unknown Manor with a squeaky creak, and reporters armed with long guns and short cannons rushed into the manor.

Then came the Waguo police, who quickly pulled up a cordon to block out reporters who will be late.

Full-service armed police even rushed into the manor. The Japanese government was naturally unable to expose such scandals. It was discovered that such incidents would have a huge impact on the image of the Japanese nation in the world!

Sitting in the car, Zhang Feng took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it on his mouth and smoked it slowly.

"Give me one." The dancer said coldly, his beautiful face was extremely pale at the moment.

"Aren't you not smoking?" Zhang Feng was surprised.

"Made, why are you so much nonsense?" As he said, he grabbed a cigarette from Zhang Feng's hand and drew a cigarette into his mouth.

His smoking action was extremely clumsy, probably because he smoked too hard and coughed violently.

"Hehe, although cigarettes are not a good thing, some things can be comforting." Zhang Feng sneered.

There were waves of curses, roars, and quarrels in the villa not far away, mixed together, endlessly.

The police in the country even used violence against these international journalists, and they have received a death order not to allow these journalists to report.

Groups of reporters were driven out, their cameras were smashed and thrown on the ground, and the film that had taken part of the footage was torn.

Zhang Feng glanced at the situation outside and sneered: "The Japanese people can only jump their feet now, and want to make up for it, huh, I want you to cover it up."

He took out his peaked cap from the backpack and said, "The dancer, wait for me at the front gate. I want to play with the Japanese people."

"Okay, be careful!" the dancer said.

After Zhang Feng got out of the car, he put his hands in his pockets, swaying his arms and walking towards the Wuming Manor.

The choreographer looked at Zhang Feng's back, with a pale face showing a helpless wry smile. This guy is really a lunatic, and he has to sprinkle salt on the scars of the Japanese government at this time.

Start the car and drive quickly toward the street.