Zhong Li quickly put the cara into the bag: "Don’t worry, I will definitely protect the cara."
Hearing the urgent footsteps approaching, Zhong Li quickly pushed the door and hid in the private room, taking out his phone to call the police.
"Hello, this is the An City Police Departnt. What can we do for you?" A female police officer’s voice ca from the phone.
"I’m at Xinyuan Restaurant. There are human traffickers here... They’ve kidnapped a man, and I have evidence of them trafficking children. Please co quickly to rescue him. Those people have guns."
Zhong Li lowered his voice to the minimum, fearing the human traffickers outside might hear him.
"Okay, we will imdiately dispatch officers to rescue."
After hanging up the call, Zhong Li tightly clutched the shoulder bag in his hands.
The colleagues in the private room were stunned when they heard Zhong Li’s words. Assistant Wang swallowed nervously, asking Zhong Li, "Are there ard human traffickers outside? Will we be in danger?"
"I... I’ll go lock the door." A male colleague next to him trembled as he walked to the door and hastily locked it from the inside.
"How can a al turn into such a thrilling situation? You just told the police you have evidence of them trafficking children. What is it?"
Although Assistant Wang was tense all over, he couldn’t help but inquire with curiosity.
"That man just gave a cara, saying it contains photos of them trafficking children."
"Where’s the cara? Let take a look."
Zhong Li glanced at Assistant Wang, then at the private room door, and only after confirming it was locked did he take the cara out of the bag.
Assistant Wang took the cara, found the photos inside, and the other colleagues gathered around: "My god, are they even human? They even kidnap such small children, it’s inhuman, worse than animals."
Looking at the photos of the kidnapped children, Assistant Wang exclaid angrily.
"The parents must be beside themselves with worry; after catching these human traffickers, they should be executed right away," the colleagues said indignantly.
Outside, three burly n chased the man into the corner of the corridor. The gun barrel, concealed by clothes, was aid at the man’s side waist: "If you don’t want to die, hand over the cara right now."
"It accidentally fell when you were chasing ."
Through the thin fabric, the man could clearly feel the cold gun barrel, but he knew these people wouldn’t shoot here; otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to escape either.
The two n next to him, eyes dark, searched him thoroughly: "Boss, couldn’t find it."
The man with the gun lifted his foot and kicked him hard: "Damn, you better hand over the cara, or you’ll suffer."
The man clutched his stomach, aching from the kick, curled up on the ground, face pale as a sheet: "The cara was really lost; you’ve searched just now, I truly don’t have it."
The man with the gun had eyes as terrifying as the Rakshasa from Hell: "Are you trying to play tricks on ? Hand over the cara imdiately."
"I really lost it, I’m not lying to you."
This man is a news reporter who has been following these human traffickers for quite so ti. They’re extrely cautious in their actions. Today, he finally tracked down where they hid the kidnapped children — in an abandoned building in the suburbs, where guards rotate daily.
He had just managed to take photos up close when he was discovered. During the escape, he even lost his phone.
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