Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots rang out continuously.
The "U"-shaped structure of St. Anne's Orphanage served to block out gunfire to some extent. Moreover, gunfire was perfectly normal in the slums at night; it would be abnormal if there were no gunfire on any night. So, no one would pay any attention to this place.
As Zhang Fan inspected the rooms, he found that they were all small, but they were all specially soundproofed. A bed took up most of the space in the room, and even a fool could guess what the room was for.
Coercing minors for profit is absolutely a capital offense, especially in the capital city.
But the darkest place is under the lamp; there are always places where the sun doesn't shine. The slum is such a place. With the cover of a church orphanage, who would have thought that there would be a place for the devil to play in?
This is a paradise for demons. In this lawless land where the sun never shines, people who are usually well-dressed in public and in private will transform into demons from hell, tearing off their daytime disguises and wantonly venting their filthy desires without worrying about any moral condemnation or legal punishment.
But wrongdoing always comes with consequences.
So tonight, death will come to claim people.
"Don't kill me, I am..."
Bang!
Zhang Fan had lost count of how many high-ranking officials had knelt down and begged for mercy. At first, he was patient enough to listen to their self-introductions, but he eventually got tired of it.
Who the hell cares who you are!
St. Anne's Orphanage was "closed to the public" today, but there were quite a few "guests" inside, as if it had been booked out by someone.
After walking around the corridor, Zhang Fan returned to the stairwell where he had started. He was certain that there was no other living adult on the second floor besides himself.
The rescued girls were taken to the dormitory on the first floor by the girl and Hou Wu for centralized resettlement. The girl named "Zhuzhu" who had been taken away earlier also came to her senses and helped comfort the others.
This girl and Zhuzhu are the oldest among the orphans, and with the two of them around, the children's emotions are relatively stable.
But Zhang Fan found it strange that while the girls had been rescued quite a few times, what about the boys?
Perhaps fewer boys are abandoned and more are adopted, but proportionally, the number shouldn't be this low.
And the only thing missing is that old hag, "Saint Anna," whom we haven't found yet.
So Zhang Fan went back downstairs to find Hou Wu.
“The first floor is where the children live. If the second floor isn’t there,” Hou Wu pondered for a moment and said, “I think she should be hiding in the ‘farm’.”
"A farm?" Zhang Fan was taken aback. He looked around. Although the orphanage was not small in the slum, it was not large enough to have spare land to grow crops.
“It’s not that kind of farm. ‘Farm’ is what they call it. They don’t grow crops. I only saw it once when I was helping them repair the roof.” Hou Wu’s face looked unwell. “Brother, I’ll take you to see it and you’ll understand.”
Hou Wu led Zhang Fan to the back of the orphanage.
"This is it."
Zhang Fan looked at the house in front of him. The house had no windows, and the exterior walls were reinforced with sheet metal. He knocked on the only wooden door, which was solid and had a metallic echo inside.
"Excuse me."
Zhang Fan took out a piece of explosive from his backpack, stuck it to the door lock, walked a few steps away, and pressed the remote control.
boom!
Zhang Fan kicked open the deformed and twisted iron door with a loud bang.
As soon as he entered the room, Zhang Fan frowned. He smelled a strong odor of formaldehyde, so he tore off a sleeve from his clothes and used it as a mask to cover his mouth.
The room had no windows, and not even a single pane of glass in the roof to let in light. Zhang Fan took out a flashlight and turned it on. He saw that the room was filled with transparent glass bottles and jars, which illuminated the entire room through reflections.
Zhang Fan gasped, feeling a chill run down his spine.
These transparent glass jars of all shapes and sizes contain all sorts of organs—human organs!
Zhang Fan approached one of the glass jars and saw a heart floating in the liquid inside, with several tubes connecting from the outside of the jar to the inside.
The heart is actually beating slightly!
Zhang Fan pursed his lips, his gaze sweeping over the bottles and jars in the room with a gloomy expression. He forced out a few words through gritted teeth: "They call this place a 'farm'?"
“Yes, every time I think about this place, I have nightmares.” Hou Wu’s expression was extremely pained, and tears streamed down his face. “Big brother, don’t you think there are so few boys in the orphanage? Waaah…”
Hou Wu, a grown man, actually covered his face with his hands, squatted down, and started sobbing.
Indeed, in the eyes of the people here, customers who "like" boys are a minority, and boys cannot entertain guests...
With the development of medical technology, people's life expectancy is constantly increasing, and the number of patients with organ failure due to old age is increasing. There is a huge demand for organ transplants, and the waiting time is very long. Many patients on the waiting list die before they can have surgery.
Because human cloning technology is prohibited, even if you have money, you cannot legally obtain healthy organs.
Yes, through legal means.
Even if cloning were to be used, there would likely be side effects, such as a significantly shortened lifespan. But the people we see now are all healthy, young, and full of vitality…
When Zhang Fan looked at those bottles and jars again, his eyes turned bloodshot.
Damn it!
Everyone here deserves to die!
Everyone connected to this orphanage deserves to die!
"ah--"
A sharp scream rang out, and a dark figure pounced from the side, a gleaming dagger pointed directly at Hou Wu's heart.
With the knife tip less than a centimeter from his back, Zhang Fan reached out with his right hand and clamped down on the other man's wrist.
Zhang Fan felt as if he had grasped a piece of dry, hard firewood. With a forceful twist, he snapped the other man's wrist joint with a crack. The dagger clattered to the ground and was kicked away by him.
At this moment, Hou Wu immediately stood up, grabbed the other person's arm behind his back, and shone the flashlight beam on the dark figure's face.
"It's you!" Hou Wu stared, his body trembling with rage.
"Old hag?"
Zhang Fan also got a clear look at the figure. The person was dressed in a black robe and had a black headscarf, with only their face showing. It was definitely a nun's attire.
"You demons!" The old nun struggled angrily, the pain in her wrists contorting her face. "Do you even know that you have trespassed into the realm of God!"
"You call us demons?" Zhang Fan laughed angrily, his face turning terrifyingly grim. "You call this 'the realm of gods'?"
“Isn’t that so?” The old nun stared at the two of them with venomous eyes. “We are servants of God. Do you know how many people we have saved?”
"And you! You only bring death! How many people have you killed upstairs? Have you counted them?"
"According to you..." Zhang Fan pointed at the surrounding glass jars, "they deserve to die, they're not human?"
“They were going to die anyway!” The old nun’s gaze remained fierce. “In the slums, do you think they can survive on their own?”
"I took them in! I made sure they were well-fed, clothed, and lived a carefree and healthy life!"
"People should learn to be grateful, and what you give should be returned. I have dedicated them to God!"
"Let their lives continue in noble bodies!"
Zhang Fan felt disgusted by what he heard people say for the first time, and pointed upwards, asking, "You call those people 'noble bodies'?"
"You think you can get away with killing all the people above you?" The old nun chuckled. "Don't think no one knows what you've done. I've already sent out the video. You'll all go to hell!"
“You’re wrong. We come from hell.” Zhang Fan calmly put away his pistol. “Killing you like this would be too easy for you.”
To deal with these irrational religious fanatics, we should use the same methods they use against infidels.
Zhang Fan had Hou Wu bring over a huge glass jar, put the old nun into the jar, then sealed the lid and weighed it down with heavy objects.
Half of the liquid inside the container was drained, leaving enough oxygen for the old nun to breathe for a while.
Knock knock knock!
The old nun cursed and pounded on the glass jar, but the glass was reinforced and she couldn't break it with her bare hands.
"Calm down, getting excited will only deplete the oxygen inside faster." Zhang Fan took out a lighter, lit it, and tossed it aside. "But don't worry, you don't need that much oxygen."
The lighter ignited the gauze in the corner, and the fire spread rapidly after it came into contact with the surrounding chemicals.
"You don't need to worry about being burned to death."
"The liquid in the jar will ensure you don't get set on fire."
"The flames will heat up slowly, and you will be slowly, slowly, slowly cooked."
The flames inside the room grew larger, illuminating the old nun's terrified eyes inside the jar.
Zhang Fan had already turned and left.
Ya ya ya—
Squeak squeak squeak—
The room echoed with the old nun's desperate cries and the grating sound of her fingernails scraping against the glass...
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