In the off-road vehicle, Makhi's face changed as he listened to Dagger's words.
"What? Born on a cloudy day and at a cloudy hour before the age of ten?"
"Could it be... children?" Makhi asked incredulously.
What else could it be if not human infants?
The two core members of the Blood Slaughter Association exchanged a glance, both seeing shock and anger in each other's eyes.
"President, I think it's highly likely that they are children!" one said.
"Damn! Are those bastards child traffickers?" Makhi gritted his teeth. "And they specifically target young children for sale?"
Dagger looked grim. "If that's true, aren't we aiding and abetting them by going along with this mission? What should we do, President?"
Another member spoke in a low voice. "Should we pretend not to know anything and just take the money and leave when it's over?"
Makhi took a deep breath before shaking his head slowly but firmly. His eyes gleamed with an intense fierceness as he turned to Dagger. "Dagger, I admit that we've fallen from grace these past few years! After retiring from service, we became mercenaries overseas for survival."
"After returning home," he continued bitterly, "we even resorted to becoming assassins!"
"But still," he added fiercely, "we have our limits, don't we?"
Dagger swallowed hard before nodding in agreement. "I understand..."
The next moment, the two individuals got off the car and signaled their fellow Blood Slaughter Association members with a few combat preparation gestures. The intended targets were none other than the henchmen of the Britt family!
Though the other members of the Blood Slaughter Association were puzzled and unaware of why their leader and Dagger were indicating readiness to attack allies, years of cooperation in various operations had instilled a habit of seamless coordination. Subtly, they prepared for action.
Following this, Makhi and Dagger slipped behind a small cargo van and used a steel crowbar to snap the lock. When the cargo door swung open, a wave of odor, a mixture of sweat, excrement, and a faint scent of blood, assaulted their senses.
Seeing what was inside made Makhi's face turn pale while Dagger's expression turned ironclad cold!
Inside were more than ten kids who were generally only seven or eight years old; some even younger at four or five years old!
They had been tied up hand-and-foot by someone who also taped shut their mouths tightly!
Some were still in a coma, while others woke up with fear in their innocent eyes.
Feeling that gaze, Makhi and Dagger felt like something was choking their hearts.
"Damn it! It's really children!" Makhi cursed through gritted teeth.
"These bastards!" Dagger was also indignant.
Just then, as the cargo door opened, the Britt family's henchmen who were accompanying them suddenly noticed what was happening.
"What are you doing?"
"Who told you to open the cargo door?"
"You bastard, asking for death!"
These henchmen shouted fiercely!
"F*ck off!"
"Let's fight! Take care of them!" Makhi roared with anger.
Swish!
Before he finished speaking, Dagger threw a knife directly and killed one of them on the spot.
Pfft pfft...
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