Chapter 212 Death Sentence Inescapable
It's late at night, and the autumn night is quite cool.
Gu Yiye draped his coat over Lin Shanshan and said, "Wife, shall we go back first?"
Lin Shanshan yawned and shook her head: "Organ trafficking is a huge issue. I want to see how it goes. I also don't know if the police officer who just took the right number of officers was enough."
Zhang Wei chimed in from the side, "Sister-in-law, that's enough. I heard that policeman say that he's going to transfer police officers from other places."
"Okay, that's good."
After Lin Shanshan finished speaking, she closed her eyes and leaned against Gu Yiye, preparing to take a nap.
Seeing this, Zhang Wei said to Li Duomei, "Come here, you can lean on my shoulder."
Li Duomei's eyes were still a little red. Looking at Zhang Wei's arm in a cast, she said she couldn't cause him any further harm.
Gu Yiye watched this scene and the corners of his mouth curved up. This kid has shot himself in the foot.
Half an hour later, the sound of police sirens grew louder as they approached. Lin Shanshan rubbed her eyes and asked, "Have you brought the person back?"
Gu Yiye glanced outside and saw several people wearing gloves. He said, "Yeah, they're back."
Lin Shanshan then got up and looked over.
Hu Wei and his mother were there, along with two middle-aged men, presumably Hu Wei's father and the Japanese boss.
A large group of people in white coats followed behind, including foreigners and Chinese. They were likely organ transplant experts.
Hu Wei's family was relatively honest. Chinese people have a deep respect for the police, especially those with guilty consciences. When they see the police, they are like mice seeing a cat.
It's understandable that Jiang Moli didn't come; she's a woman with warped values who would act like a traitor.
She's definitely the kind of woman who believes in the saying "birds of a feather flock together, but when disaster strikes, they fly away separately."
The less honest R countryman, speaking fairly fluent Chinese, shouted: "I want to see the R country embassy, head of the embassy. I have diplomatic immunity, you have no right to detain me."
When the police made the arrest, the group was performing a transplant surgery. They removed a boy's kidney and transplanted it into a wealthy man from Country H.
These heartless, depraved bastards, after taking the boy's kidney, didn't even stitch him up; they only cared about the wealthy man from Country H standing next to him.
When the police officers broke down the door, the boy was already lifeless.
I don't know if they died from the excruciating pain or from excessive bleeding!
In the police car, a Chinese doctor, adhering to the principle of leniency for those who confess, told the police officers that they first tricked homeless people and beggars into getting their blood tested by offering small favors, because these people had no relatives and no one would report them missing.
Then, the test results are used to match the wealthy individuals with tissue types. If a match is found, the wealthy individual, if they own a medical business, will have the surgery performed in their home country.
Let them send the victims abroad.
Those who don't have their own private hospitals will fly to China.
These surgeons are highly professional or accomplished doctors found from around the world.
However, these people have the skills but no conscience.
They have been committing these crimes for three whole years. In those three years, countless people, like that boy, have died on the operating table, their eyes wide open in disbelief.
The culprit behind this horrific tragedy is this person from country R.
The police officer looked at him, wishing he could shoot him dead, but according to current regulations, China cannot bring him to justice as he has diplomatic immunity.
The police officer glared at him angrily, but the more he acted this way, the more smug the R-country man became, his mustache twitching as he laughed wildly.
Lin Shanshan asked, "Sir, do you have any medical history?"
The R-country person asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
Lin Shanshan smiled and patiently explained to him, "It's like this: if you're not sick, according to our country's regulations, you must stay at the police station for at least 24 hours before you can leave."
"How come I didn't know about this rule?"
Lin Shanshan sincerely stated, "Yes, it was released after the National Day holiday, and only a few days later."
The R-country man frowned; he had no desire to stay in the police station, that unlucky place.
Lin Shanshan continued to deceive, "Of course, if you have a medical history, especially an acute medical history, such as a sudden heart attack or asthma, then according to Chinese regulations, you must be allowed to return."
The R countryman, unaware of the bomb, darted around with his eyes like windmills, then clutched his chest, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe.
"I... I have a heart condition. You guys scared me just now, and I think I had a seizure..."
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