Miraculous X-Ray Vision

Speaking of being injured, Mengmeng suddenly thought of something, her face turned pale, she began to cry again, and said to Zhang Jun: "Brother, you cure me, they will beat me again. , What can I do?"

Zong Yuan was startled, and quickly asked Mengmeng: "Why?"

Mengmeng wiped away her tears. Since her small face was all gray, she wiped her face into a wedge, cute and pitiful. With her big eyes open, she seemed to think of terrible things.

"Brother, they said that only when we are injured can someone be pitiful and can make money. The children here look poor and others look poor. They just said I was not pitiful and hurt me." She pointed out Pointing at his terrible calf, "This place has been beaten several times, and every time it gets better, they hurt, and it hurts."

Qinglian's small face was full of compassion, and she whispered: "Poor Mengmeng, don't worry, with me and Brother Zongyuan, no one will beat you."

Mengmeng seemed to have heard the best news in the world. She asked in surprise: "Really? Will no one hit me again in the future?"

Zong Yuan nodded very seriously: "There will never be anyone hitting you, not only you, but everyone here will never be hit again."

Mengmeng immediately became happy, with a smile on her small face. She took Zong Yuan's hand and said, "Brother, are you hungry? I have something to eat." Then, she looked surreptitiously, like a treasure. The ground took out a piece of cake from his arms. The pastry was squeezed out of shape, and there was a layer of gray and black on the surface, which was moldy and deteriorated.

Zong Yuan's nose suddenly became sore. When he was at the base, he was always picky and thin every time he ate. Lin Xian always coaxed him to eat more nutritious and healthy medicated meals. Compared with Mengmeng now, how happy life is in the base, and how much parents love him.

He hit the spoiled cake on the ground in one hand, and then took out a pack of dried fruits from his home in his pocket. This dried fruit is not ordinary. It is picked from an elixir. Ordinary people can strengthen their body, prolong their life, and improve their energy and spirit.

Mengmeng was taken aback. She took the dried fruit she had never seen before and carefully peeled one and tasted it. It was so delicious that she couldn't help but smile, her big eyes turned into crescent moons, and she said, "Little brother, thank you."

Zong Yuan said: "Let's eat, I still have it after eating."

Mengmeng was completely attracted by the food, peeling one and eating one with a happy face. Next to him, Zong Yuan's little face was murderous for some time, and Qing Lian looked like his master when he felt angry. Whenever the master shows this expression, it often means a killing, a **** storm.

She was a little scared, and whispered: "Brother Zongyuan, what are you going to do?"

Zong Yuan pointed to the people in the factory, and said coldly: "Qinglian, look at the more than one hundred people. Many of them were abducted. They left their parents and endured all kinds of torture every day. The streets are begging like clowns, and all this is to make money for those who are inferior to the beasts. So many people are victimized, such a big incident, why no one is in charge? The police? The government? What about the so-called public welfare organizations? Shit?"

Qinglian sighed softly and said, "Brother Zongyuan, there is always darkness under the sun. No one can do it perfectly."

"But I can't tolerate such inhumane things happening in my eyes!" Zong Yuan's eyes became more and more cold. "My father said to me that I can only do things with my heart. I am angry and want to kill!"

Qinglian is a gentle temper. She has no objection. It can be seen that she hates these people's actions. She thought about it and said: "This matter is too big. Our dutiful son can't be the master. It's better to inform the rich and honorable."

Zong Yuan nodded: "But we have to do something, I want to know why these people are so rampant." After speaking, he took out a miniature headset from his pocket. The earphones were so small that they could not even find the triangular eyes, otherwise they would have been confiscated.

Zong Yuan pressed the earphone lightly and put it in his ears. For a moment, Xiaoqiang's voice came from inside: "Boy, why are you looking for me?" Xiaoqiang said in a bad tone.

Zong Yuan's voice was a little low: "Uncle Qiang, you have to help me, I have to deal with a group of bad people."

"Small things." Xiaoqiang said, "tell me directly if you have any requirements, and I will relay the order to the rich and wicked gang."

"Okay, I won't hang up and keep in touch." Zong Yuan said.

After the conversation, Zongyuan talked to the filial sons around him one by one, and soon he understood what kind of evil organization this was. This organization is called the Beggar Gang in the local area. They are found in every city across the country.

Some teenagers told Zong Yuan that if they encounter beggars on the street, eight out of ten are beggars. All of these people are well-informed behind their backs.

In the beginning, these people just recruited some physically disabled children from the countryside to help them beg. Slowly, they discovered that this is a very profitable business, because a beggar's monthly income can easily exceed 10,000 yuan.

They make more money, and their hearts are getting darker and darker, and they have become unscrupulous for profit. The line of beggars kept cold, but they were still dissatisfied, but they could not receive enough disabled people to pretend to be pitiful begs. So they began to buy the kidnapped children and even directly participated in the process of human trafficking.

Because the children they bought were not pitiful enough, they broke their legs, twisted their hands, and burned their skin, making them miserable. In this way, you can earn the sympathy of passers-by and make more money.

Some dutiful sons were injured just in time, and many people died as a result. In just one year, the cold bodies of six children were thrown out in the middle of the night in the big factory. No one knew where they were.

Not only that, these people's courage is getting bigger and bigger, and their hearts are getting darker. They start to turn to the more profitable business of human organs. Although some of the children who were bought have disabilities, their organs are normal, so everyone has had their blood drawn and their genetic information recorded.

Once a domestic hospital needs some kind of transplantation of a certain organ, it will be dispatched as soon as possible to communicate with the families of patients who need organs. In this way, they can make hundreds of thousands or even millions of profits at once.

Perhaps for this reason, although the people here are cruel, they don't want to kill them. The children can eat on weekdays and they can't freeze in winter. This is not because they are kind, but because they are afraid that if their dutiful son dies, they will have no money to make.

The more I listened, Zong Yuan became more angry. What made him even more horrified was that there were more than one similar "big factory buildings" all over the country, and almost every more developed city had such a place. They were called the headquarters of the gang.

"Shameless!" He cursed secretly in his heart, and clenched his fists.

When Zongyuan asked the dutiful sons around him, it was time for lunch. Two young men with a hostile expression brought two large pots over. One pot was filled with vegetables and the other was filled with rice. They were all very rough things. . The dutiful sons rushed to grab food, and there was chaos in the factory.

The two young men smiled and pointed, their eyes were cold. One of them kept scanning, and finally stopped on Qinglian and Zongyuan. Since the two of them didn't grab the food, they looked very conspicuous. One of the yellow-haired young men's eyes lit up after seeing Qinglian, grinning lewdly towards his companion. He smiled evilly and said, "How about this little girl? Pure impure?"

The other touched his chin, looked up and down Qinglian unkindly, and nodded: "It's a beautiful woman, but it's a bit small."

"It's okay to be small, I just like this one." The yellow-haired young man smiled grimly, and then walked towards the two.

Zong Yuan heard the words of the young Huang Mao clearly, a murderous intent appeared in his eyes, he raised his head and looked at the two people approaching.

The young yellow-haired man saw Zong Yuan's clear eyes, and his heart tightened for no reason. He didn't like this feeling, frowned and asked, "Boy, why don't you eat?"

Zong Yuan grinned and said, "I'm not hungry."

The young yellow-haired man snorted, his eyes flashed, and suddenly stretched out his hand to catch Qinglian, and said, "Little girl, brother, take you to the bath."

At the moment he stretched out his hand, the young Huang Mao suddenly jumped up with a thunder in his mind. He seemed to wake up from a dream, a little confused, then touched his stomach, and said eagerly: "I'm so hungry."

As he said, he rushed to the two food bowls, pushed the dutiful sons away in a few strokes, and ate them in the food bowl with a plug. He gobbled it up, his eyes were full of hunger, he was a starving ghost.

The pale golden brilliance in Zong Yuan's eyes flashed past. Although he had not yet condensed his true power, his spiritual cultivation had long since surpassed ordinary people, and he stepped into the consciousness space state last month. Zhang Jun once taught him Cardiology, but Zong Yuan learned extremely fast, coupled with a pure and powerful mind, the power of Cardiology is actually not under Zhang Jun.

He hit it with a thought, and the young man felt very hungry and wanted to eat very much. He kept eating, ate a pot of vegetables, and then started eating again. Another young man was stupid, what's the matter? He kept calling from behind: "Little poison, what are you doing? You also eat this thing?"

But the young yellow-haired Poison ignored him at all. He ate frantically, and soon his stomach bulged high, but he still kept eating. He is very hungry, and this hunger is extremely strong. But his mind is still sober, he knows that eating like this will eat himself to death, but he just can't stop.

The more he eats his stomach, the more uncomfortable he is, the more intense the fear on his face, tears are already streaming down his face at this moment. The young man on the side was frightened. He kept backing away and murmured: "Retribution, it must be retribution, ghost, ghost!" He shouted, turned and ran.

The surrounding children were scared to hide because the yellow-haired youth often beat them, causing the children to have a great fear of him in their hearts, and they did not dare to get too close.

A few minutes later, a middle-aged man in a suit brought a group of people over. The middle-aged man's suit is a famous brand, and a set costs tens of thousands. His leather is shiny and his hair is not messed up. At first glance, he looks like a rich man with respect and grace.

The young man who ran to get people before pointed to Huang Mao with a look of horror and said, "Brother Hai, look at it, Xiao Po seems to be crazy and keeps eating. Brother Hai, did you think he hit the evil?"

Brother Hai frowned. He was more taboo about "hit the evil". After all, he did too many bad things. He was restless. He immediately cursed: "Fart, hit your mother's evil!" The young man shouted: "Little poison! Stop it!"

Xiao Du ignored him. He was already very uncomfortable, but he couldn't stop. He made a "Woo" sound in his mouth. He wanted to say something, but it was a pity that Brother Hai couldn't hear it.

Brother Hai was slightly shocked, is it really hitting evil? He immediately waved his hand: "Hold him!"

Two strong men came out, stepping forward, one on the left and the other, pressing the poison on the ground. One of them threw a fist and "pounced" Xiaodu's face with a blow, causing his teeth to break and his mouth full of blood.

But such a violent struggle caused Xiaotou's stomach to roll. He suddenly screamed, hiccups in his mouth, and then "wow" he spit out countless semi-digested food. But shortly afterwards, he convulsed all over, screaming like a ghost.

Haitou's back became cold, and his hairs exploded. He stepped back and looked shocked.

The two strong men also stepped back. One of them said puzzledly: "Brother Hai, he is holding it."

Haige reacted and hurriedly said: "Quick, send to the hospital!"

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