Zhang Xiao Qiang didn't look at the smoked human meat again, the flashlight continued to shine into the darkest depths. Inside, there was a chopping board that was supported by a tripod nailed together with a thick round log. The chopping board was made of thick wooden planks, the original wood grain was covered with black mottled blood stains. Between the cracks of the chopping board, there was some yellowish and grey powder. This was a chopping board that was used by farmers to make noodles, it was previously used by people to cut their own kind.
The flashlight continued to shine along the chopping board. The damp ground was covered with some straw. The yellow straw had been dyed black, and there was a smell of feces and urine coming from it. Next to the pile of straw was a stone trough used by farmers to feed pigs. Inside it was some rancid swill. On top of it, there were some rice chaff, some broken bones, and some moldy grains. Looking at these things that even pigs did not eat, Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little curious. What kind of things were kept in captivity like this?
The flashlight continued to shine inside. In the innermost part of the field, there was a pile of withered straw. Zhang Xiaoqiang continued to shine the flashlight, but he did not see anything unsightly on it.
It was very shady here. Wearing only a thin layer of clothing, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a little cold. He wanted to turn around and leave. Just as he turned around, Zhang Xiaoqiang heard a rustling sound coming from the pile of straw. Zhang Xiaoqiang aimed the flashlight at the pile of straw and pulled out the pistol with his right hand.
He slowly moved forward and carefully stepped on the clean straw that had not been polluted by feces. When he reached the edge of the withered straw, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the motionless withered straw and suddenly kicked away the pile of straw. His military boots kicked an object, and a figure tumbled out along with the messy weeds.
It was a naked woman. Her naked body was covered with all kinds of dirty things. Her face was also smeared black. She lay on the ground and could not stop trembling. Her body was covered with bruises and swollen whip marks.
One of her breasts had been cut off, and someone had casually smeared some plant ash on it. Only a black and shriveled dent could be seen. Both of her thighs were covered with all kinds of burn marks. Both of her calf bones were broken, and the broken parts were swollen. Some of the wounds had already begun to fester and fester. The woman did not dare to raise her head. She just lay on the ground, trembling.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the woman in front of him and felt a chill in his heart. It was Su Qian. The Su Qian who obediently massaged his feet. The Su Qian who ran circles until he fainted. The Su Qian who used a .81 rifle to shoot Chen Yi into a honeycomb.
Looking at the woman in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang's resentment towards her disappeared completely. The punishment that this woman had received was something that Zhang Xiaoqiang could not imagine. Zhang Xiaoqiang was in awe of her. Even at this point, she was still able to live on tenaciously. If it was him, he would have killed himself long ago.
Su Qian did not dare to raise her head. She did not know that the person in front of her was Zhang Xiaoqiang. Her heart was already dead, and she did not know why she was still alive. Perhaps, it was because of the hopes of her deceased family. She had been abused, and watched as her sisters were dismembered and made into bacon. She looked at her sisters hanging from the roof beams, and she had lost all hope.
Right now, she was just a walking corpse. She lived on silently, waiting for that perverted Chief Liu to tire of her, and then be made into bacon. In the past, she was most afraid of being eaten, but now, she was no longer afraid. She ate the bones of her sisters, and waited for her life to end …
The bearded man reluctantly handed the rifle to the rejoicing Three, before looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang with hidden bitterness. Gritting his teeth, he stomped his feet and walked towards Su Qian, who was covered in feces and urine, and walked out the door.
Zhang Xiaoqiang and the gloating Three followed behind the bearded man. Zhang Xiaoqiang was ruthless towards outsiders, but he was protective towards his own people. Even if they were once his people, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not kill Su Qian. He was prepared to bring her back to the base, and after that, whether she lived or died would have nothing to do with him. He had already done everything he could.
The moment they exited the room, the bearded man who was carrying Su Qian sped up and rushed outside. He threw Su Qian on the ground, and while grumbling, he pulled out a set of clothes from a box by the side of the road and rushed into a house.
The sun had not risen for long, and the morning sun was not as hot as the afternoon sun. The few women that Zhang Xiaoqiang had recognized from the chicken farm were currently helping Su Qian clean up.
Some of the women cried as they helped her clean up. Su Qian's appearance was too pitiful, and they did not know that the other sisters who had escaped with them had already turned into bacon. They looked at the depressed and numb Su Qian, and began to worry for their future.
Su Qian sat on the ground, allowing the women to clean her wounds and bandage her. Perhaps it was because the warmth of the sun had temporarily driven away the despair in her heart, she looked at the familiar women and asked in a hoarse voice: "You … … you're still alive?"
The other women looked at Su Qian who had regained her senses, and as though they had found a pillar of support, they quickly explained the current situation to her. When Su Qian knew that it was Zhang Xiaoqiang who had brought his men to occupy this place, she did not say a single word. Even when she was barely alive in the base, she did not speak a single word.
Only before she died did she pass a note to her son, asking him to pass it to Zhang Xiaoqiang. On it, there were only three words: "I was wrong!"
The convoy, which had expanded by three times, set off once again. Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in his Hummer, with Shanghai Qiaoyun driving. Zhang Xiaoqiang slept in the back, and although he did not sleep for long, the moment Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in the back, he could not help but doze off. Shanghai Qiaoyun tried her best to drive the car steadily, allowing Zhang Xiaoqiang to sleep more comfortably.
In less than an hour, the convoy arrived at the entrance of the prison. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not get out of the car, and got Three to set up the perimeter. The rest prepared to eat, while he continued to sleep.
When Shanghai Qiaoyun brought breakfast to Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang had just woken up. He took the lunchbox and looked at his watch, it was already close to 10am. As he ate his breakfast, he looked into the distance, until a cloud of dust appeared, and a long convoy drove towards them.
Yang Ke-er held onto her mace and rushed down from a bus. She pulled Zhang Xiaoqiang to the side and sized him up before heaving a sigh of relief. She threw the mace on the ground and hugged Zhang Xiaoqiang as she bawled. Zhang Xiaoqiang was in a daze from Yang Ke-er's actions.
He patted Yang Ke-er's back and turned to glare fiercely at Old Frank and Zhang Huai An. The two of them were intimidated by Zhang Xiaoqiang's fierce glare. Old Frank pulled Zhang Huai An and pushed him in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Zhang Huai An first turned to glare at Old Frank, cursing Old Frank for being bad in his heart. He then looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang and laughed awkwardly, before adding oil to the fire …