Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 262 Human Traffickers Deserve to Die 7

Chen Xiaoming, who runs a hair salon, suddenly had an idea, as if he had grasped a key point in his chaotic thoughts.

Without hesitation, he turned and ran to the hair salon, his steps so fast that he kicked up a gust of wind. After a while, he came back panting with three curling irons in his hand and distributed the curling irons to the neighbors standing nearby.

Brother Liu from the hardware store next door took the curling iron and looked at it over and over again curiously.

His wife is a person who doesn't care about dressing up. She always has neat short hair, so this kind of hairdressing tool has never been seen in their family, let alone used.

"Chen Xiaoming, what are you doing with this?" Brother Liu asked with a puzzled look on his face. The curling iron seemed a little out of place in his hand.

"You don't understand this, Brother Liu." Chen Xiaoming showed a smug smile on his face, holding a curling iron in his hand, and skillfully demonstrated to Brother Liu where the switch was.

He explained as he operated it: "This is the latest model of rechargeable curling iron. It heats up when you turn on the switch. Do you understand?"

"I see!" Brother Liu suddenly understood what Chen Xiaoming meant. He smiled knowingly and winked at him, as if to say, "That's a good idea!"

Brother Liu was also busy. He had just asked his wife to get some "weapons" - plungers and U-shaped locks - from the hardware store.

Although these things may seem insignificant at ordinary times, they are very practical tools at critical moments.

Brother Liu's wife quickly distributed the tools to the neighbors who had gathered around, and everyone nodded in gratitude after receiving them.

It looked like everyone had done a lot of work, busy preparing their own "weapons" and tools. In fact, from the time Village Chief Zhao gave the order to the time everyone took action, it only took a few minutes in total.

The whole village was like an efficiently running machine. Everyone knew what they should do and moved quickly but not in a panic.

Village Chief Zhao stood at the entrance of the alley, his expression serious but his eyes determined.

With his order, the motorcycles and cars that were blocking the alley started at the same time.

The roar of engines rang out one after another, breaking the tranquility of the village and instantly filling it with a sense of urgency. Motorcycles nimbly weaved between cars, while the cars moved forward slowly and steadily.

The car lights cast bright beams of light in the night, illuminating the road ahead.

Wang Yongan, who was standing next to Village Chief Zhao, watched the group of people set off and touched the tip of his nose, "Oh, I have to go back and see how our police car inspection is going!

I need to find a map. I'm not familiar with the roads here. Don't get lost!"

After saying that, she put her hands behind her back and walked slowly towards the police station without looking back.

The vehicles guarding the exit from the city had already sped towards the abandoned factory.

The dust kicked up by the wheels looked like golden mist under the illumination of the headlights, filling the air and giving people a feeling of speeding.

At the same time, Sirong and their car were approaching their destination.

We bumped along the uneven asphalt road towards the abandoned factory.

The "click" sound made when the wheels touched the road seemed to be accompanying her mood.

This area was originally a wasteland on the edge of the city and was designated as a relocation and reconstruction zone by the government a few years ago.

With the advancement of urbanization, this place has been included in the blueprint of urban planning.

However, due to various reasons, the relocation plan was delayed and the once busy factory was gradually abandoned and became a ruin in the city.

The outline of the abandoned factory gradually became clear in Sirong's sight. The mottled walls, broken windows, and rusty iron doors seemed to be telling the story of its former glory and current desolation.

The weather at this time has entered late autumn, and Jinghai City is shrouded in a faint chill at night.

The cool breeze, carrying the unique bleakness of late autumn, penetrated the clothes and touched the skin. Since this area was a demolition zone, there were almost no people on the street.

The abandoned factory where Sister Hong and her friends were gathering was located on the outskirts of Jinghai City. There was a small road after the intersection that led directly out of the city.

They don't take the highway. They follow this small road and turn onto the national highway. Then they pass through several towns, making it basically difficult to find their whereabouts.

The interior of the factory was so empty that it was chilling.

Sister Hong and her companions were scattered in different corners of the factory, sitting or standing, using a few weak flashlights to keep warm.

They wrapped themselves tightly in their coats, trying to resist the chill of the late autumn night. Someone lit a makeshift fire, and the dancing flames brought a hint of warmth.

"Why haven't they arrived yet? I feel uneasy." A yellow-haired man whispered with a hint of uneasiness in his voice.

"When have you ever been careless?" the other red-haired man said disdainfully, his tone revealing a hint of disdain. He despised the yellow-haired man the most because he was always hesitant and procrastinating in everything he did.

Sister Hong sat on a worn wooden box, listening silently to her companions' discussions.

Sister Hong’s full name is Zhang Fengxia. There is no “red” in her name. The reason why everyone calls her Sister Hong is because her clothes are red all year round.

Zhang Fengxia looks very ordinary, with an unremarkable face, except for her pair of triangular eyes that are particularly eye-catching.

Sister Hong’s full name is Zhang Fengxia, she is 52 years old, a name that is very common in the streets.

Although her name contains the word "Feng", which implies the nobility and splendor of a phoenix, she herself is far from such a brilliant image.

In fact, there is no "red" in her name, but everyone is used to calling her "Sister Hong" because she always wears red all year round, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter.

In her opinion, red represents auspiciousness and good omen.

Apart from the eye-catching red dress, there was nothing special about Zhang Fengxia's appearance.

She had an ordinary, everyday face, with slightly yellow skin and a few faint spots that she covered with thick foundation. Her facial features were unremarkable, even extremely ordinary. If she were thrown into a crowd, she would quickly be drowned in the sea of ​​people and difficult to recognize.

The only special thing about her is her triangular eyes and nasolabial folds.

But it was gone soon. Zhang Fengxia had already made an appointment with a plastic surgery hospital. After this order was completed, she would have the operation to adjust her eyes to the popular European style.

She also heard what Huangmao said just now.

Huangmao kept muttering things like "I'm so unlucky today" and "I always feel like something bad is going to happen" along the way.

She herself also felt an inexplicable uneasiness, as if an invisible tension was permeating the air. This uneasy feeling made her feel a little anxious. She was a particularly superstitious person and now she had the urge to leave.

"Call Pingtou and ask him where they are." Sister Hong finally spoke, with a hint of subtle nervousness in her voice.

"Okay," Redhead responded immediately, pulling out his phone and dialing. His fingers trembled slightly in the cold wind, seemingly overcome by the chill of the night. He quickly pressed the phone to his ear, waiting for the other party to answer.