American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Sensing Beard's warning, Old Brown behaved like a hesitant old man and said cautiously.

"I heard you have those things here, I...I want to do some business."

Beard seemed a little unconscious, shaking his head and looking at Old Brown.

Old Brown's expression remained unchanged, showing an expression of insistence on buying.

Seeing this, Beard did not reply. He just looked at Old Brown and closed the iron door directly.

With a bang, the iron door closed.

Old Brown's pupils shrank slightly, but he did not leave and continued to stay in place.

The identity of the old man can lower the wariness of these people and at the same time make his words have a certain degree of authenticity.

What do people who sell dupe need most? It requires a steady stream of people and resources, just like a banker who only charges a handling fee. They are not afraid of losing and don't care whether they win or lose. They are just afraid that you won't bet.

So the people who sell dupe are not afraid that you will buy it, but they are afraid that you will not buy enough.

After waiting for a few seconds, there was still no movement inside. Old Brown stretched out his hand and continued to knock on the iron door. Before he could touch the iron door, the sound of banging pong continued to be heard inside, and he quickly put away his hand.

Like Beard before, a small crack was exposed in the iron door at first, but the person who came out was not Beard, but a man who was still thin.

The dark circles under the eyes and the naked upper body covered with scars all showed what kind of person this person was, he looked like a dupe!

"Business? What business?"

This man seemed to have an itchy scalp, and he kept scratching his head and then his face. He looked stiff and unnatural the whole time.

Old Brown pretended not to see it and said hesitantly. "Those things you are selling, I was told that I can buy what I want just by looking for you and Beard."

The man leaning against the iron door twisted his neck unnaturally, and scratched the scars all over his chest with his right hand again. He stared at Old Brown.

"How much do you want to buy?"

Old Brown did not hesitate this time, nor did he say how much he wanted to buy, but chose a very general statement.

"a lot of."

"A lot?" The man against the iron gate stopped scratching and stared at Old Brown to confirm. "Sure?"

Old Brown nodded.

Seeing this, the person standing by the iron gate glanced behind Old Brown, then opened the iron gate and tilted his head to signal.

"Then come in."

Seeing that the person in front of him had no intention of going in first, Old Brown walked in calmly.

As soon as he walked in, a pistol suddenly appeared from the right and was pressed directly against his temple.

Old Brown's expression remained unchanged, he just raised his hand and looked to the right from the corner of his eye. There were three people standing there, one fat man and three thin men, and the protagonist of the pistol was Beard.

"I just wanted to buy something."

However, these people did not respond, but looked at the person who clicked the iron door shut again.

"nobody."

Feeling the gaze, the person who closed the door scratched his head and said.

From this, the fat man Felton inside spoke.

"Put the gun down, Beard."

Beard stared at Old Brown for a few seconds, then obediently put down the pistol.

Old Brown also carefully retracted his hand and looked straight at the fat man inside. He knew that this was the person in charge, but what he didn't expect was that the fat man's face was a typical Russian face.

"Russian?"

Before Old Brown could absorb this information, Felton inside observed him for a few seconds, pulled out a small bag of white powder from his arms, and said suddenly.

"Old man, do you want to buy this?"

Old Brown came to his senses instantly, ignoring the four thin men around him, including Beard, and nodded silently.

Seeing this, Felton looked a little playful and nodded.

"Search, I want to see what this old man has on him!"

After saying this, the four people who had been surrounding Old Brown suddenly took a few steps forward. The two of them restrained his movements and the other two groped his body.

Although Old Brown was calm in his heart, there was a hint of impatience on his face, as if he hated what they were doing.

"I'm serious. If you don't want to sell, I'll leave immediately."

Felton said nothing and watched as his two men who were responsible for searching found only two thick envelopes from the old man.

"Are you trying to rob? My son, this is not the way to do business. You will scare away many customers."

Hearing this, Felton glanced at Old Brown, beckoned his men who had finished groping over, took the two envelopes in his hand, and then opened the seals of each envelope and took out the money inside to take a look.

After completing this step, Felton looked at Old Brown and said, "Do you want to buy so many?"

"Um."

Old Brown, still clamped, responded. "I also want to buy a gun."

As he spoke, Old Brown gestured to the pistol in Beard's hand.

"A gun like his."

Felton clapped the two envelopes in his hands and continued to ask.

"What do you, a dying old man, want to do with these things?"

Old Brown knew this was the last moment, so he took a deep breath and said.

"Suck it for the kid at home. As for the pistol, I wait until he finishes smoking it. I give him a bullet and give myself a bullet..."

This was said very calmly, causing everyone present to raise their eyebrows and stare at the old man in surprise.

"Haha." Felton chuckled, and asked the younger brothers to let go of Old Brown and walk inside.

"Ruthless old man, I like him, come with me."

The rest of the thin guys also glanced at Old Brown and followed behind their boss.

With a calm expression, Old Brown scanned the surrounding environment and followed the footsteps of this group of people until he knew what was going on.

As a result, this move shocked him, and his murderous intention towards the people in front of him became stronger.

The ordinary low-rise building is certainly not as ordinary as it appears. He thought that there must be something inside, but he never thought that it would be so heartless.

There are small rooms on both sides made of wooden boards. Each small room only has a cloth hung on a rope, which is a door that blocks the view.

This arrangement could not hide anything at all. From the gap, Old Brown could see girls lying or sitting one after another, with different skin colors.

Some were sitting there in a state of confusion, and some were just lying there like a silent corpse.

Some of them had disheveled hair and could not see their faces. With their heads raised and motionless, they looked like dead people.

Some just stared at him as he passed by, with no light in their eyes.

There are even people who are being abused...

It was shocking. The more Old Brown looked at it, the more he couldn't bear to look at it anymore. The anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger, so that his whole face became a little stiff.

Judging from the handcuffs that had fallen off or not and the syringes on the ground, the old man knew that these girls had been deprived of their freedom and had also been injected with drugs by these scumbags...