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Then something unbelievable happened, small figures popped up all over the park, some were in waste paper boxes, some were under manhole covers, some were on trees... In short, in many unimaginable corners .

They appeared as if they had made an appointment, and then gathered towards the container truck, which seemed to have a trademark-like painting on the body.

Lin Ye squinted his eyes to see the writing on it——

【IISO】

Chapter 221 Chapter 202: Quarantine Eligibility (Addition)

IISO, the International Initiator (Sons of the Damned) Management Organization, is the organization responsible for containing and supervising the Sons of the Damned, and finding guardians (facilitators) for them.

The idea behind its establishment was to integrate the power of the Son of the Curse, and through reasonable deployment and management, it will play a more important role in the process of fighting against intestinal animals.

They will take in the cursed children abandoned by their parents from all over the world. After certain training, they will contact various private security companies, mercenary organizations, and hunter guilds to find compatible partners for them.

At the same time, they will also distribute necessities such as virus inhibitors to the son of the curse.

It can be said that the IISO is an organization formed to protect the children of the curse-in theory.

In fact, each country has a different attitude towards the son of the curse. IISO has no right to influence the choices of these countries at all, and cannot truly protect the son of the curse.

Moreover, at the beginning of the establishment of this organization, there may have been some sense of justice, and it really served the Son of the Damned, but today, it has been completely corrupted.

The reason is simple: interest!

In this era when human beings are constantly threatened by gastroenteria, the son of the curse, as a precious "resource" that can fight gastroenteria, naturally has extremely high value.

There are many security companies, mercenary organizations, and even some national officials... all need a large number of sons of the curse to resist the gastroentera, but the number of sons of the curse cannot meet their needs at all.

As the saying goes, there are too many monks and too little porridge. In this case, the son of the curse is a "hard currency" that is more valuable than oil internationally.

So, how much profit can the IISO, who has mastered the distribution of the son of the curse, which is equivalent to a monopoly enterprise, earn from it?

Not to mention that this organization itself has a capitalist background, even if it is really founded by a group of passionate volunteers, it has to endure the temptation of money every day, 360 days a year... who the hell can bear it!

Even in a normal world, there are endless scandals from various charitable organizations, not to mention this kind of apocalyptic world where everyone wants to enjoy themselves while there is no tomorrow!

Some starters, that is, mercenaries and civilian police, themselves hate the son of the curse, and just use it as a tool and cannon fodder, so they often need to "change" their partners.

Logically speaking, this kind of scum should be disqualified from accepting the son of the curse, but if there are some big companies as guarantees, or if he can come up with a "guarantee money", he can continue to be distributed to the new son of the curse.

... There are so many similar things that there is no need to even give an example, because this is a well-known unspoken rule in society.

The children of the curse who can really find a suitable partner and guardian and live a normal life... can be said to be very few.

Lin Ye had already learned about the inside story of IISO through the tablet computer given by Yin, so after seeing the mark of the container truck, his expression immediately turned cold.

Since it's IISO's car, that means... are those figures hiding around the park the Children of the Damned?

"...I'll go and have a look."

Lin Ye said hello and jumped off the high platform. There was a steep slope below. The degree of danger was no different from jumping directly from a building, but it was nothing to Lin Ye.

Its body was as light as a cat's. When it fell to the ground, it bowed slightly and bent its legs like an ape. Almost all the impact force was distributed to the whole body by him, and it didn't even stir up too much dust.

With his physical strength, even if he jumped off the [-]th floor and had an intimate date with the concrete floor, or even a passionate kiss, he would probably be able to get up in an instant and jump again. It doesn't matter if he directly resists at this height, it doesn't need to be like this It took a lot of trouble.

However, Lin Ye is committed to integrating the two boxing techniques of one rigid and one soft. Even in daily life, he often practices agility and the like, trying to achieve the state of "practice everywhere".

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The container truck opened, revealing bags of rice piled up, as well as some fresh vegetables, fruits and meat packed in plastic wrap, which looked really rich.

About [-] or [-] cursed children gathered here. They have been undernourished all year round, even though they have gastroenterovirus in their bodies, they still look thin and dry. The few cursed children who look older and more mature, It is restricting the crowd to line up.

These children did not have gorgeous clothes or cute toys, each of them only had tattered attire, and one of the children was holding a bunny doll with a thread in his hand, and he did not know where he picked it up.

A few men in overalls got out of the car and looked at the children of the curse gathered in line, even unwilling to hide the disgust in their eyes.They moved about one-third of the supplies and distributed them to the sons of the curse here.

"This is the last of this month... Then, according to the usual practice, we will select some people to live in urban areas, where you will receive better care, and the more people you go, the more supplies you will allocate here every month There will be more.

Well, the number of places needed this time is...the four oldest among you stand up. "

The children were slightly agitated, but someone came out obediently, and then immediately jumped out of the carriage. A fat woman in a pink coat moved to the side of the four children while pinching her nose.

"Height is..."

She took out a tape measure and took a symbolic measurement, but actually didn't look at the number at all, and ticked "qualified" on the corresponding option on the form.

Next came tests such as weight, arm length, blood pressure, erosion rate, etc., all of which were superficial, and regardless of the real physical condition of these children, the woman checked all of them as "qualified", and soon ended the physical examination of the four children .

"The teeth... are staring at me, you brat!"

The woman pinched a certain girl's face to check the condition of her teeth, but the action might be too rough, which made the girl resist. The pair of red eyes stared at her, which made the woman startled, and quickly let go of it in disgust. hand.

But when she let go, she pinched it without a trace, causing the red marks on the girl's face to slowly float up that would not fade away.

"This is also qualified...reach out."

Snapped!

She took out a stamp and printed the words "Quarantine Passed" on the girls' forearms, and then pulled the girls into the car.

"Sister! Sister!"

"Wait a minute! We haven't—"

"No time, drive!"

The girls who were pulled into the van didn't have time to say goodbye to their companions or even their relatives, so they were just taken away by the van.

The little girl holding the rabbit doll chased behind for hundreds of meters, but finally stopped helplessly. She could only watch the car get farther and farther away, and her sister's smell became thinner and thinner until it disappeared...

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The little girl couldn't help but shed tears. At the moment when she was so sad, her nose moved slightly, and she suddenly raised her head with a keen sense of smell.

"Ok?"

She blinked and looked at the truck that had turned into a small black dot with red circles.

"This smell... so strange... Is anyone else in the car?"

Chapter 222 Chapter 203: I am not a cruel person

The truck with the IISO logo did not enter the urban area, but circled the edge of the residential area and swept around the outlying area. On the way, it passed by several gathering places of the Sons of the Damned. Following the same process as before, it took away a total of Thirteen girls.

However, after completing the mission, they did not return to the containment facility located in the urban area. Instead, they avoided checkpoints and bustling areas and came to a rather remote gray area.

The so-called gray area refers to a long and narrow area sandwiched between the outskirts and the urban area. There are very few ordinary people living here, and there are a large number of abandoned buildings left over from the old human era. Garden of Eden.

Gangsters, drug dealers, scammers, punks, pimps, custom industries... No matter in what era, as long as there are people, these unscrupulous industries will not disappear.

In today's world, if one has committed a crime and is wanted, there is no way to escape. After all, there is a world ten thousand times crueler than a prison beyond the monument.

Even the most vicious yakuza don't commit crimes in the bustling city center lest they touch the sensibilities of the bigwigs, so gray areas like this are like their "Canaan".

It's not that those in power haven't thought about cleaning up this place, but after the ban, the overall security situation in society has worsened, so they simply out of sight and out of mind, making this place fade out of the public's sight.

Good ordinary citizens would not come here, and formal organizations like the IISO shouldn't have anything to do with it. However, the truck did come here, and it was very familiar with the road conditions, so it didn't seem like it had entered by mistake.

"drop--"

The truck finally stopped at the back door of an extremely luxurious nightclub, and a group of middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes walked out of it with vicious expressions.

"Ouch……"

The fat woman in pink got out of the car with great difficulty. The moment her feet touched the ground, the whole truck seemed to bounce.

"It's so boring... This kind of work is too painful. It's hard and dangerous, and the rewards are pitifully low. I will never do it again!"

The leading uncle in sunglasses didn't even look at the fat woman, he was not interested in her performance, and threw a few stacks of banknotes casually.

"Hey!"

The fat woman quickly reached out to catch it, her agile appearance was quite different from before.

"You guy... wait, is there something wrong with this thickness?"

"Have you brought a money counter?"

Uncle Sunglasses cast his eyes on the container: "Shut up if you don't bring it."

"Tsk!"

The fat woman was very dissatisfied, but she didn't dare to say anything after all.

"Open the door!" Sunglass gave the order, and those gangster-like people stepped forward to open the container, and the light shone in, and more than a dozen sons of the curse who hugged each other in panic and inexplicable appeared in front of them.

"One, two, three...how come there are only thirteen?"

The man in sunglasses questioned the fat woman: "Just these thirteen, you want to get 500 million?"

"There are fewer and fewer children of the curse now!"

The fat woman wasn't afraid at all, instead she said confidently, "It's not ten years ago, where can I find so many sons of the curse now? That's all, they are all older, the first batch born after the war."

"This……"

"Although the number is a little less, the development is not bad, and the height and weight are up to standard."

The fat woman smiled flatteringly: "Anyway, we'll be 'restocking' again soon, this batch will be less, and next time I'll just bring you a few more."

"...Forget it, thirteen will be thirteen."

The man in sunglasses waved his hand: "Little ones, unload!"

A group of younger brothers immediately got on the car skillfully and pulled the cursed children down. The technique was a bit rough, which caused the girls to panic and scream, but no one resisted.

Obviously in terms of physical ability, these sons of the curse can hang and beat ordinary gangsters even if they are hungry, but the girls don't seem to have the concept of "fighting with hands", and the gangsters seem to know this, so they don't worry about being unscrupulous.

"Don't be afraid, everyone."

The fat woman smiled kindly: "This will be your new house from now on, please don't worry, they just look fierce and will take good care of you."

Hearing this, the innocent girls became quiet. Although they were still a little shy, they followed these people obediently into the back door of the nightclub.

"Don't forget to bring more people next time."

The man in sunglasses lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then exhaled the smoke, looking at the fat woman with some disgust.

"Having said that, it's too easy for you to make money in this kind of business."

"Easy? I'll be doomed if I'm discovered!" The fat woman fussed and said, "Do you know how much risk I took? I'm really good at making sarcastic remarks."

"Tch~" the man in sunglasses spat in disdain.

A huge profit is not enough to describe the fat woman's business, what she does is "no profit at all".

The supplies sent to the outskirts and distributed to the Sons of the Cursed were originally required by the IISO. After all, these Sons of the Cursed cannot all starve to death—without the Sons of the Cursed, there would be no reason for this organization to exist.

And the fat woman, as the person in charge, would withhold supplies every time, selling the most precious medicines in the supplies to the black market, and selling clothes and daily necessities to shops at a discount. Expired, in order to earn the difference.

This is a real huge profit, and does not require any prior investment. Since being transferred to this position, the fat woman's wallet has grown rapidly like her weight.

But she is still not satisfied, because she has a dream of buying a high-rise apartment in the most prosperous area of ​​the city center, so she also opened up a second industry: "introducing" the son of the curse to the black market.

Every once in a while, the IISO will select qualified children from among the cursed children, train them as fighters, and then assign them to the police as partners.

And what the fat woman did was to select more people and sell some of them to the underworld.

As for what the underworld would buy these children of the curse——she didn't care.

She is still more concerned about which cowboy's shop to go to have a good time today.

...The sons of the curse were brought into the nightclub by the man in sunglasses and the others, but instead of taking them upstairs or to the lobby on the first floor, they opened the secret door and headed underground.

Underneath this magnificent nightclub, there is a huge ring-shaped cavity that is larger than the surface area and can almost be called an underground palace. Overall, it looks like a stadium, with layers of stands, boxes, and " Players' living quarters.

In a spacious and luxuriously decorated room, a man in a fuchsia home robe is leaning on a leather sofa that can accommodate his huge body, and two beautiful women in bikini-style underwear are clinging to his chest, surrounded by him Armed left and right, the expression is very charming.

On one wall of the room are numerous screens, some showing an empty playing field, some showing guests being seated, and some showing hungry beasts in cages.

One of them showed the thirteen sons of the curse who had just been brought.

"Well... this batch of goods is not bad."

The man took down the cigar and exhaled a smoke ring: "I changed my mind, let these newcomers play today."

"Boss?"

The man who looked like a housekeeper asked doubtfully, "Don't you need to train them? Although the children of the curse are good at fighting, if you don't go through training and haven't seen blood, they are not much different from ordinary children."

"Yeah, after all, they are a group of rabbits who are abused and don't know how to resist. Don't you see the news of the son of the curse being beaten by ordinary people every day?"