"What is the cargo transfer point?"
Mountain Eagle gathered a group of crying women together, letting the most courageous bald woman organize the care for those whose minds were clearly broken, then frowned at Camel and said, "You mean these women are just cargo, and this is a transfer point, is there a warehouse?"
Camel nodded, walked to a crazed woman, and grabbed her arm for a look.
The inside of the woman's upper arm was tattooed with a set of numbers, and when Camel grabbed her, her first reaction was fear, then she knelt on the ground and reached for Camel's zipper with her free hand.
"Fuck..."
Camel realized this woman had been transformed into a human sex toy, his gaze complicated as he stepped back and pointed a pistol at her head...
Watching the fear in the woman's eyes, as she lifted her shirt to reveal her filthy chest, Camel said in a complex tone, "Can you understand what I'm saying?"
If you can still resist, then stand up...
If not, then I'll shoot..."
