I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 272 A Dirty Corner

Outside the city of Mayos, near the border between the two cities, this is the most chaotic place in the area around the city of Mayos.

If there is something dirty hidden in the city of Mayos, then the corresponding clues can definitely be found here.

A certain Chamber of Commerce warehouse here is a typical example of this.

On the surface, this place stores fresh vegetables that need to be sent to Mayos City for sale, but in fact, there is another "business" that requires the use of this warehouse.

Early in the morning, before daybreak, a team of horse-drawn carriages arrived at the warehouse door. They traveled day and night not to avoid the spoilage of fresh vegetables, but to deliver special goods to the destination at an unknown time.

The carriage arrived and the warehouse manager and the team leader began the handover.

This process is not long. After all, the goods are really special, and a long handover time will easily lead to complications.

After the warehouse manager confirmed it, he asked his men to move the boxes into the warehouse.

Their movements were very gentle, as if they were afraid of alarming anyone.

The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that only the slightest bumping sound coming from inside the cargo box was enough to attract everyone's attention.

The men who were unloading the goods were already sweating profusely at this moment. They were afraid that the person in charge would make trouble for this, but in fact, that happened at all.

The person in charge looked at the leader of the team and said sarcastically:

"Did they cut corners and use low-quality drugs? Fortunately, we got there. What if he woke up halfway?"

"I can't help it. It's the boss's request. The big shots in the city were dissatisfied with the quality of the goods they sent last time, so the boss optimized the process from beginning to end. Even I, the supplier, am not allowed to use drugs with strong effects, so as not to make these piglets stupid."

"It's not easy."

The person in charge sighed, then walked into the warehouse and began to focus on the process.

All the goods were loaded and unloaded, and then sent to the depths of the warehouse one after another.

Behind a pile of inconspicuous shelves, there is a downward corridor.

The goods are transported underground from here. The space under the warehouse is interconnected like an ant nest, and non-locals will inevitably get lost.

The goods were delivered to a dim space, and under the supervision of the person in charge, the men began to unpack the boxes.

They pried open the sealed top cover and roughly tore the wooden box into pieces, and the cargo stored inside turned out to be living people.

These people were stuffed randomly into wooden boxes, regardless of gender, age or status. As long as it was easy to transport, no one would treat them as human beings.

The person in charge doesn't care about it at all, as if he is used to it. Even though the boss now requires attention to the quality of the goods, no one will improve their treatment.

After all, they are just raw materials, and their only value is their mental state, as long as they are not crazy.

The sound of unloading startled other things in the dim space, and the sound of clinking and clanging began to respond to the sound of breaking wood.

No one was surprised by this, as if there was supposed to be someone here.

This is indeed the case, because this is the area where the "raw materials" are held.

People who are half-naked are locked up in cells, which are quite crowded. No one cares whether they have enough food and sleep well, because those who are sent here will basically be sent to the production line within two days and processed into degenerates.

This place is a secret production line for the Fallen, responsible for providing Fallen to those in need in the city.

The warehouse manager was just a small executive of the location and knew very little about the customers. Naturally, he had no idea that he was actually doing business with a giant in the academic world.

But he knew very well that there was more than one guest in the stronghold.

Whenever the person in charge thought of this, he would start to laugh at the hypocritical people of Mayos.

The person in charge pressed the cigarette butt against the wall. After it went out, he wanted to light another one, but when he looked down, he found an interesting guy in the cell next to him. A skinny boy, about twelve or thirteen years old. While all his peers were frightened, he seemed particularly calm.

However, calmness is only relative. Angry should be the adjective that best fits his current situation.

Whenever someone entered this place, he would stare at the visitor fiercely.

It is said that he caused two attacks in the recent day. The staff who were ordered to mix the raw materials were not paying attention when opening the cell door, and he sat on them and beat them up.

There was also an unlucky guy who had half of his ear bitten off.

The man was so angry that he wanted to beat him to death, but he had no choice but to do so because he was the best quality raw material available and both his parents were extraordinary people working in the military.

It is generally difficult for extraordinary people to produce offspring. After all, extraordinary people are not friendly things. If the extraordinary people a couple have are not compatible, it may lead to infertility at best and fetal deformities at worst.

Therefore, such a descendant of a superhuman who is no different from a normal person has received much attention since birth, and his parents have also saved a fund for him to prepare for him to become a superhuman after he grows up.

It was also this point that led to him being abducted here.

The person in charge remembered that his name was Lucas.

Seeing Lucas's glaring look, the person in charge immediately became interested.

The unloading work was completed quickly, and the ragged people were waking up, humming and moaning.

The person in charge, out of malicious interest, separated a group of people and locked them up in Lucas' cell.

As expected, the moment the door was opened and the flaw was exposed, Lucas pounced on him.

Unfortunately, this flaw is just a bait.

The thug in charge of guarding grabbed Lucas easily. With his nearly three-meter-tall build, he was able to hold the skinny Lucas with one hand.

In front of Lucas, the person in charge pushed the newly abducted victims into the cells and finally splashed them with cold and smelly river water to wake them up.

After waking up, they were frightened by the unfamiliar environment and began to shout and try to escape.

Unfortunately, the thugs won't let them have their way.

They would beat them up with fists and kicks, and would not hold back even if they were the elderly or children.

Lucas cursed at these scums. This was the only way he could express his resistance now.

But Lucas, who was raised very well by his parents, doesn't even have many swear words.

To the desperate criminals like the one in charge who roam the dark world, the frustrated Lucas is as cute as a stressed cat.

What they love most is to play with the weak. After all, the lawless world is a place where the strong prey on the weak.

In this oppressive world, bullying the weak and witnessing the misfortunes of others are their best forms of entertainment.

The thugs threw Lucas to the deepest part of the cell, where he was slammed hard against the wall.

His frail body meant that he could only watch helplessly as those scum left with smiles on their faces.

His dirty nails scratched across the stone bricks, as if to leave a scratch to vent his dissatisfaction.

Lucas was filled with anger, and he was determined to make these bastards who trampled on the weak pay the price.

One day, there will be a more righteous and powerful person who will make them regret what they did today!
And becoming a stronger fighter for justice is Lucas' dream.

(End of this chapter)