Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

The woman's crying was suppressed and weak, and the distance was not very close, so it seemed to be there but not there.

If Du Weiguo's current strength was not far beyond that of ordinary people, he would not have been able to detect it at all.

However, when he regained consciousness and listened carefully, he was shocked to find that the crying sound was not from one person, but from a group of people.

After finally getting a good night's sleep, Du Weiguo was woken up so quickly. He was in a very bad mood when he woke up.

His face darkened, and he cursed angrily:

"Fuck you, in the middle of the night, a bunch of ghosts are wailing, how big of an injustice is this?"

The intermittent crying sound, like a spell, drilled into his ears, and Du Weiguo's sleepiness was completely interrupted.

He rolled over from the bed somewhat irritably, walked a few steps to the window, took out his cigarette box, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a long breath of smoke.

Through the window, Du Weiguo squinted his eyes and looked at the dark night outside.

The small courtyard that Reina chose as a safe house has its own entrance and is composed mainly of a two-story off-white building. It is located in the southwest corner of Luoluoji, not far from the beach.

There are basically similar houses around, with no particularly tall buildings. With Du Weiguo's eyesight, he can basically see everything.

After looking around, his face turned dark:

"Damn it, did Reina's head get caught in the door? Why did she choose a safe house next to a snake den?"

Snake den is a jargon and also a slang, which generally refers to the snakehead's lair, that is, the warehouse where human snakes are detained or transferred, and human snakes are the trafficked human beings.

Diagonally opposite the small courtyard where Du Weiguo is located is a large carpet workshop, and the backyard of this workshop, the warehouse basement, is the snake's den.

In fact, it’s really not Reina’s fault.

When she chose this place as a safe house, the workshop opposite was definitely not a snake den. It had only moved here in recent months.

Reina had never used this safe house, and MI6 confirmed that the safe house cycle was one quarter, which just created a time difference.

It was precisely because this small courtyard had been vacant for a long time that the human traffickers felt confident enough to set up a snake den opposite it.

Just now, when Du Weiguo entered the courtyard, he did not look around because he had full trust in Reina's concentration.

In fact, due to his over-reliance on danger perception, his original vigilance has become extremely lax, and he rarely checks the safety of the area around his residence.

Moreover, Du Weiguo climbed over the wall from the backyard and then teleported into the bedroom.

During this time, the door was neither opened nor the lights were turned on, and not a single noise was made.

Therefore, the people in the snake den didn’t know that someone suddenly lived next door, and moreover, this was someone they absolutely couldn’t afford to offend.

In Du Weiguo's vision, at this moment, there were dozens of people locked in the snake den.

They were all young women with their hands and feet tied up. They included white, Arab, African, and mixed race people. Of course, the crying came from them.

Although these women are all unkempt and ragged, it is not difficult to see that they all have good foundations.

Her appearance, skin and figure all meet the standards of a beauty.

In the business of human trafficking, women are definitely the most valuable and easiest to sell, especially young and beautiful women, who are absolutely hard currency.

It is obvious that this snake den is stockpiling a batch of "super A goods".

"These women are in good spirits and it seems they have not been detained for long. They must have been recruited by human traffickers nearby.

Casablanca is a must-go place for Europe, Asia, and Africa to the Americas, so they will most likely be sold to Citibank.”

Du Weiguo frowned and analyzed in a low voice.

Of course, there was another possibility that he subconsciously ignored, that these poor women might also be sold to St. George's.

At this moment, the secret door at the top of the snake's den was suddenly opened, and several men with smirks on their faces walked down the stairs.

The leader was a shirtless white man who looked like a gorilla. In his hand was a sharp scimitar.

"Woooooo~"

With the light from the door opening, the women saw who was coming and were immediately frightened and trembled, crying even louder.

"Damn it, I really don't want to meddle in other people's business."

Seeing this scene, Du Weiguo's brows furrowed even more tightly. He flicked the cigarette butt irritably and sat back on the bed.

Where there is light, there is shadow.

Casablanca is a transit hub for three continents. Behind its prosperity and beautiful scenery, there are naturally countless crimes and filth.

However, Du Weiguo really doesn't want to meddle in other people's business. There is endless darkness in this world, how many things can he really control?

Besides, he is not a good man. Why does he pretend to be a saint when he has committed so many murders?

"Hehehe~"

At this moment, in the snake's den, the gorilla was swung the scimitar in his hand with a whistling sound, and at the women who were huddled in front of him with a weird laugh.

He kept licking his tongue, as if he was enjoying the panic, fear and despair in the women's eyes.

In the human trafficking circle, there is an unspoken rule that any goods of poor quality can be enjoyed by the guards at will.

What does "bad appearance" mean? To put it bluntly, women who have lost their virginity are all considered inferior.

As for appearance and figure, they are not that important. The virgin complex is not unique to the Chinese.

There was no light in the snake den. A thin man with a mustache was using a strong flashlight to scan each woman in turn, paying special attention to their private parts.

After a moment, the flashlight beam stopped on a plump white mixed-race woman with blood stains at the corners of her mouth.

The man with a mustache recommended in a very obscene way:

"Boss Ergo, how about this girl? She has great skin, big nipples and big buttocks. It's very exciting to fuck her!"

"Hmm?" The gorilla called Ergo raised his thick eyebrows and said, "So, you have done it before?"

"That's right!" The man with a mustache boasted excitedly, "This woman is really strong, scream~"

"Snapped!"

Ergo's palm, as strong as a palm fan, slapped the mustache man on the back of his head with such great force that it almost sent him flying.

"The guy next door, you're asking me to fuck the scumbag you played with before, do you want me to wash the pot for you?"

(Automatically translated, this is probably what it means.)

Ergo's slap was so hard that the man with the mustache was grinning and tears were streaming from the corners of his eyes.

However, he seemed to be very afraid of the gorilla. He nodded and bowed, still using an almost flattering tone to please:

"Yes, yes, then Boss Ergo, I was inconsiderate. I should be beaten. Then you choose one yourself."

"Hmph, you know what's going on."

Ergo snorted coldly, then grabbed the arm of the man with a mustache holding the flashlight and let the beam fall on the other woman's face.

A cruel light flashed in his bull eyes, and his voice trembled slightly:

"Let's take her to my room right now."

The woman chosen by the light beam was indeed a girl. Judging from her appearance, she was no more than 17 or 8 years old, and was of Latin American descent.

The girl was very thin and short, but very beautiful. At this moment, in addition to an extremely terrified expression on her face, she also smeared her forehead with red paint. "Uh~ Well, then, Boss Ergo, I'm afraid this won't work. This is top-grade merchandise, and the boss won't let us touch it."

The man with a mustache said tremblingly.

"Top-quality goods" are virgin girls, who can usually be sold for a good price, and may even be auctioned off and sold at a sky-high price. They are considered a cash cow in the hands of human traffickers, and of course they will not let their men abuse them at will.

Ergo rolled his eyes:

"Nonsense! I want the best quality goods. I won't touch the rubbish."

The man with the mustache stuttered even more:

"But, but, I can't make the decision on top quality goods. The boss is not here right now. So, Boss Ergo, why don't you wait for the boss to come back~~"

"Swish!" A dazzling cold light suddenly flashed in the dark snake den.

The scimitar in Ergo's hand suddenly stopped in front of the mustache man's neck, and the sharp blade was pressed tightly against his throat.

At the same time, a few strands of hair slowly fell from the mustache-wearing man's head, and were stuck to his nose and cheeks by the cold sweat that suddenly broke out.

It must be said that the gorilla Ergo has very good swordsmanship.

"Damn it! How dare you use Figo to pressure me? He's just an outsider, what's he? Without my Ergo to protect you, you guys can never leave Casablanca."

A hot stream suddenly flowed out from the crotch of the man with the mustache, and the fishy smell instantly filled the entire snake den.

Even though he was scared to death, he still didn't dare let Ergo take away the high-quality goods. Otherwise, when the boss came back, he would be doomed to die, and his death would be a miserable one.

"Well, then, Boss Ergo, I, we have already paid enough, you can't break the rules, boss~~"

It is not difficult to see from their conversation that the snakehead is an outsider, and Ergo is a local bully, and they should be in a cooperative relationship.

This is also a common situation. After all, few human traffickers would do business in the local area.

"Fuck! So much nonsense!"

Ergo suddenly shouted, interrupting the mustache-man's chatter.

At the same time, he deftly spun and raised the scimitar in his hand, and the back of the blade chopped down the chin of the man with the mustache with great force.

"Pah~" The man with a mustache rolled his eyes and collapsed limply in his own urine.

This guy Ergo was really good. He moved very quickly, and the moment the man with the mustache fell to the ground, he had already grabbed the flashlight, and the beam of light was still shining on the thin girl.

"Did you see it clearly?" He put away his scimitar and asked his men behind him.

"See clearly, boss." The subordinate nodded quickly.

"Bring it up here and take it to my room."

"Yes."

Two of his men immediately separated, one of the strong men strode towards the girl, while the other held a spear to control the situation.

Of course, his weapons were not just a spear, he also had a gun on his waist.

"Ah~ah~Help, save me, no, don't come over here!"

The girl screamed desperately, tried to move her body with all her might, tried to squeeze into the crowd, and tried to ask other women for help.

However, none of the dozens of women offered to help her. In fact, everyone quickly moved away from her as if she were a plague. In an instant, a large area around her became empty.

At the beginning of man's life, his nature is evil.

Human nature is inherently selfish and cannot be looked at directly. In order to survive, people can even abandon their loved ones, let alone strangers they have never met before.

There is also the mentality of hoping for luck. When a group of people are in deadly danger at the same time, as long as they are not the first to die, everything will be fine.

During the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, one small person could easily subdue hundreds of people, because no one wanted to be the first to stand out and die.

Soon, the girl was lifted up by the strong man easily like a chick, and no matter how she struggled, it was of no avail.

The sturdy man grabbed her collar and strode towards the exit.

Ergo showed a satisfied smile on his face and instructed his only remaining subordinate:

"Wait a minute, both of you, pick one to play with, but don't pick the top-notch ones, or you'll have trouble explaining to that idiot Figo later."

"Hehe, okay, boss." The subordinate smiled very lasciviously, with only his eyebrows and eyes visible.

Ergo was about to turn around and go upstairs, but suddenly stopped and kicked the fainted mustache man:

"By the way, don't forget to bring this idiot up with you later."

The carpet workshop consists of a front and back yard, with more than a dozen houses built in the middle. The one on the westernmost side is where Ergo lives.

"Hiss~"

His two big hands suddenly spread outward, and the girl's already tattered clothes were torn from the inside out in an instant, revealing large areas of delicate skin.

"Ah? Please, let me go, don't, don't come over~~"

"Jie Jie Jie~"

Looking at the girl's frightened eyes like a deer and hearing her begging for mercy, Ergo's eyes flashed evilly and he smiled sinisterly.

His gaze gradually moved down, and finally stopped at the girl's private area under her crotch. In an instant, his breathing became extremely heavy, and even his eyes turned slightly red.

"Don't worry, baby. You don't have to be afraid. I'm very gentle."

Then, Ergo slowly took off his outer pants, revealing the horrific source of evil.

"Tsk, tsk, I've finally opened my eyes today, little bean sprout, you really have such a big body for nothing."

A joking male voice suddenly sounded from the window beside me.

"Who?" Ergo was struck by lightning.

He was stunned for a moment, then he hurriedly pulled up his trousers while turning his head to look in panic.

"Swoosh!" A soft sound.

"Puff~" The next moment, both of Ergo's hands were pierced by the Evil Shuttle at the same time.

The Evil Shuttle had enormous kinetic energy. After piercing through the back of his hand, it penetrated deeply into his thigh and directly nailed it to the bone.

Ergo's movement of pulling up his trousers came to an abrupt halt. His body froze, maintaining an extremely funny posture. His vitals were inevitably exposed to the air.

This guy has an incredibly strong physique. He is at least 1.9 meters tall, with muscular body and extremely thick body hair.

But the lump of flesh under his crotch is only the size of his little finger, and it’s the little finger of a child. If you don’t look carefully, you can’t even see it.

"Ah~"

It was only at this moment that Ergo fell to the ground with a thud, wailing like crazy. (End of this chapter)