Chapter 3

The big container truck was running on a deserted highway. At midnight, the cold mist began to spread everywhere. It affects the driver's vision. But for some reason, this road has only one large container running alone. The gloomy atmosphere made the driver cold, and he wore a black mask covering his entire face. Through the rearview mirror, a large tattoo could be seen on his neck.

"Arturo, do you have any cigarettes?"

Arturo is a young man with blond hair sitting next to the driver, and he does not wear a mask, so his entire face is fully exposed. The wind blew in from outside, causing his hair to flutter in the wind. The teenager has a high nose and white skin. His body is not too big. Instead, he has the appearance of a young Asian. Arturo took a lighter and a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket in the shape of a horse. He lit it and gave it to the driver, he said.

"Drive carefully. The girls behind are worth millions of dollars from that old Italian."

The driver didn't have a specific name. Arturo only knew him as "Brown" because of his distinctive brown skin. This is the first time they have worked together. In this woman trafficking business, Arturo was more experienced than Brown. Brown used to be just a drug dealer in small New York nightclubs.

Brown took the cigarette from Arturo's hand, took a long drag, and released a puff of white smoke. The nicotine in the cigarette made him more alert. He said as he drove.

"What time does that old Italian man meet?"

Arturo looked at his watch and answered. "Three o'clock in the morning."

"He's also wealthy, bought five girls at one time." Brown exclaims, snorting jealously. He also wants to be like that old Italian, rich he can have as many women as he wants, as long as they are the ones to look for, that old Italian can have all the beauties in this Europe.

"He is not only rich, but he is also extremely cruel. He had a pack of wolves and a tight security team in his villa. The woman disgusted by him was given to his subordinates, and those disobeyed him would be fed to his wolves."

Brown heard the words from Arturo's mouth and couldn't help but be surprised. Are there still such people in this day and age? But his face changed from surprise to coldness when he thought about it. What's so strange? The pleasures of the rich. The poor like him will never be understood. The Italian guy's colossal money will be in his hands as long as this mission is well. Until then, he can take millions of dollars to go out and play around New York with beautiful women who love money.

"Those girls are also unlucky…."

This was followed by Arturo's loud laughter, his laughter almost echoing across the highway. He had a cigarette in his mouth, which created a more realistic portrait of a demon in human disguise. Brown rolled his eyes at the Asian man sitting next to him, he shouted.

"Shut up!!! Are you crazy???"

Arturo's laughter immediately stopped, and his eyes coldly looked at Brown. He smirked and said.

"Do you feel sorry for those girls? Huh? You've come here to think?"

"I…I…"

"Brown, those girls or 2 million dollars, which would you choose?"

"I choose 2 million dollars."

"Bingo!" Arturo let out a puff of white smoke like a madman on this road. Brown feels that his 'companion' is no ordinary person. Arturo must be crazy!

Arturo said. "Those girls will sooner or later become a corpse without a soul. Even if they were not kidnapped, in the future, those girls will be paired with rich older adults in New York and Las Vegas. Beautiful women, how many smart ones? They will all fall into the hands of rich millionaires, and we are all helping them get to that rich world soon."

Brown didn't know Arturo's cold-blooded heart until now, although he knew from the beginning when he accepted this woman-trafficking mission that his hands would be stained with dirty blood. But…his life from childhood to adulthood was subject to the humiliation of having neither a father nor a mother, which was initially given to him by God from the beginning with an unhappy life. If not… he would be a good person now, with a stable job and a warm family.

The conversation between the two men temporarily ended here. During the whole journey, it was peaceful without noise. Arturo had long since closed his eyes and slept, and only Brown was still driving with his eyes wide open. He is afraid of ghosts… he is a little scared, his childhood has experienced a horror story, so the devil is still something that always clings to him. That's why he always wears a cross-shaped necklace around his neck.

Haha! It's ridiculous, he hates God, but he relies on the cross to ward off evil? Will this cross protect his evil heart?

Two o'clock in the morning.

The container stopped at the side of the road and had long since left the highway. Arturo was also no longer sleeping. He opened the door and got out of the car, flanked by dark, luxuriant trees. But perhaps he was used to this scene, so Arturo didn't seem to have the slightest sense of fear. He stretched his arms and threw his cigarette on the ground. Brown also got out of the car with him, the cold mist restricting his body. Even though he was taller than Arturo, he wasn't as brave as this Asian man.

"Where are the sleeping pills? Time to inject them." Arturo frowned and asked Brown if they would give the girls sleeping pills every five hours. Medicines only work from five to six hours. They can't be injected too much at once, so they must be spaced out.

Brown pulled out a small suitcase from the car. Inside were dozens of small syringes. Arturo was in charge of opening the container doors, and two large doors were opened. In front of him were large stacked cartons. He stepped into the car, the car shaking slightly. Then he lifted each carton and threw it down for Brown to pick up. The inside of those cartons was empty, so he did this job very quickly.

Arturo turned on the flashlight in his hand, and then the light shone on each face in the container hold. He began to count the number, and there were five. It was enough. Then he stepped closer. Brown had already jumped into the car. He opened the suitcase, and the intact needles were visible in the light from the flashlight.

Emma leaned against Lena's body, her insides trembling with fear. Even though Lena had said the needles were just an anesthetic, Emma still had fear in her heart. She tried not to let her body move. Lena was more natural than Emma, her face white, like a lifeless person.

Arturo and Brown had no doubts, and he expertly injected each girl with the anesthetic. Then they closed the door of the cargo hold. Darkness once again enveloped everything around Emma. She opened her eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the darkness.

"Don't say anything. They haven't gone!"

Emma clenched her teeth. She did not dare to speak. The voices of the two men were still echoing outside. Lena carefully leaned closer to the cardboard boxes, their conversation seemingly unafraid of being overheard by a third person. Emma dared not take a deep breath, her heart pounding because of fear. She saw a man with blond hair called "Arturo" by the man in the black mask.

Emma, of course, still remembers that the masked man was the one who drugged her in the subway.

Outside, strong winds blew continuously against the two rows of trees by the roadside, making a horrible rustling sound. The cigarette that had just been lit in Arturo's hand was also a little damp in the white mist. Brown looked at the sky tonight, and white clouds entirely obscured the moon. They only relied on the flashlight in their hand to see things around.

Arturo puffed out a puff of smoke, his face in the mist now and then, both ghostly and handsome. He sighed and said.

"Go. That Italian is waiting for us."

With a cigarette in his mouth, he entered the cockpit and took the driver's seat. Brown asked:

"You want to drive?"

"Yes, I have passed this road many times."

Brown didn't ask any more questions. He sat in the passenger seat and closed the door. The container truck was restarted then, and the lights were turned on. The wheels gradually rolled away from the road with two forests.

Emma and Lena felt the container begin to move. Only then did they dare to talk to each other. But they were all injected with anesthetic, their bodies began to fall apart, their eyelids gradually narrowed, and their minds were dizzy. Emma pinched her hand to keep herself awake. She didn't know if she slept, where would she be when she woke up?

But Lena was not like that. Emma could see Lena's consciousness gradually becoming hazy. Lena seemed to have let go of everything.

"Lena! Lena!" Emma tried to call her name, but although it was only a whisper in her ear, Emma wished to help Lena keep her sanity.

She failed. Lena was in a coma. Emma too soon passed out. They… can't resist.