Chapter 263: Bloody Live Broadcast

Mao Wei's hands, which were tied behind his back, kept twisting in the belt. Xia Xue pressed her knee firmly against his lower back, making him unable to resist at all!

This devil, who had been arrogant just a moment ago, was now like a dehydrated fish, his cheeks pressed against the stained floor, blood foam dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"How do you classify your levels?" Xia Xue pulled open his back collar and took a picture of the blood-red rose tattoo with her phone, "How many girls do you trick every month? Hmm?" The micro-earpiece continued to emit electrical static; she didn't know if the sentence "I've been exposed" had been transmitted.

"You stinking bitch..." Mao Wei suddenly grinned, his blood-stained teeth dirty and creepy! "Guess, are those cameras still broadcasting live?" He suddenly slammed his head against the floor, and a cold light flashed from the blade hidden under his tongue.

Seeing this, Xia Xue clamped his chin like lightning, and the grappling technique learned at the police academy finally came in handy. She squeezed Mao Wei's chin hard with her left hand, and her right index and middle fingers probed into the other party's mouth. Suddenly, a sharp pain came from her fingers; Mao Wei used his tongue to drive the blade, cutting a bloody wound on her finger!

She gritted her teeth and pulled out the two-centimeter-long blade without changing her expression, only to see the dark red number "17" engraved on it.

"Hehe! An exclusive serial number!" She held the blade in front of the other party's eyes, "It seems you're just an outer peripheral minion," Xia Xue said sarcastically.

This remark clearly poked Mao Wei's sore spot. He suddenly struggled violently, his body, which was firmly pressed by Xia Xue's knee, twisting violently!

"Bang!" A loud noise came!

The wooden board wall hole that the masked man had broken through when he fled just now became even larger, as if torn!

The loud noise made Xia Xue's pupils shrink! She saw three muscular men with tattooed arms appearing together in the torn wall hole. The leader held a mobile phone that was broadcasting live, and bullet screens scrolled rapidly on the screen:

【The new goods are spicy enough!】

【Wei Ge's car crash scene? Brush a rocket to liven things up!】

"The audience masters want to see a double-female-police play!" The tattooed leader approached with a weird laugh, the phone lens directly pointing at Xia Xue's face, "Strip the police uniform first or tear the shirt first? Old iron, press 1 to choose..."

Hearing this, Xia Xue was furious! She grabbed the iron tripod and swept it toward the tattooed leader!

The dull sound of the metal bracket colliding with the nasal bone was teeth-aching. The live broadcast phone was still working when it flew out, and the bullet screen exploded instantly:

【Damn, they're really fighting!】

【Where are the multi-angle camera positions? Brush ten submarines to cut to close-ups!】

The other two flanked from left and right. Xia Xue dragged Mao Wei and retreated to the camera array. Suddenly touching the fader on the mixer, she remembered the content of the training by the police technical department—these illegal live broadcasts usually use encrypted frequency bands.

"You're using the TR-17 signal transmitter, right?" she suddenly said loudly, her fingers quietly pressing the emergency alarm button, "Sister Hong, who was caught last week, said that this machine needs thirty seconds to restart."

The three thugs were stunned at the same time. During this gap, Xia Xue pulled down the fill light used for live broadcasting and smashed it toward the distribution box. In the bursting sparks, the whole room fell into darkness.

Borrowing the faint light emitted by the residual power of the equipment, she dragged Mao Wei into the dead corner behind the prop cabinet.

"Don't move!" A cold blade suddenly pressed against her neck! Mao Wei, who had been unconscious, didn't know when he had broken free from part of the restraints. He grinned with a bloody mouth and laughed: "My members love to watch police abuse dramas. Today, I've set my sights on you!" As he spoke, he grabbed Xia Xue's shirt while gasping for breath!

"Rip!" The sound of buttons falling off was particularly clear in the darkness.

Xia Xue bent her elbow and hit the other party's ribs hard, spinning and counter-attacking the moment Mao Wei felt pain.

But the blade tip in the other party's hand had already cut her collarbone, and warm blood dripped into her collar.

In the chaos, she touched the ceramic blade that had fallen earlier and was about to stab out when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the tattoo on the back of Mao Wei's neck—below the blood-red rose and the green number 17, there was a set of extremely small latitude and longitude coordinates.

"No. 27 Zhakou Road..." She silently memorized the coordinates, and a sound of breaking through the air suddenly came to her ears. She instinctively lowered her head to dodge the steel pipe attack, but let Mao Wei take the opportunity to break free from control.

Red light suddenly filled the room, and the emergency power supply was activated. Only then did Xia Xue see the surroundings clearly—seven cameras were actually equipped with night vision mode, and at this moment, at least ten thousand viewers were watching this siege. The bullet screen area was frantically refreshing the reward amount. A certain Japanese IP brushed twenty depth charges in a row, with special effect bullet screens in blood-red large characters: 【Use a soldering iron!】

"Satisfy the gold master father!" The tattooed leader, whose face was full of blood, really pulled out a red-hot soldering iron from the prop box.

Xia Xue's back hit the cold iron frame, and her peripheral vision caught various torture instruments displayed on the shelf: whips with barbs, electric shock collars, and turbid unknown liquids in syringes.

The bottom drawer was half-open, revealing several file books with girls' photos pasted on them.

"Is this your means of controlling girls?" she suddenly held up one of them, the girl on the cover having a tear mole at the corner of her eye.

The thugs who were about to pounce suddenly froze, and the live broadcast lens happened to capture a close-up of the file book. The bullet screen suddenly appeared with a large number of 【Stop trading】 【Turn off the live broadcast quickly】 messages, and the number of viewers began to plummet.

"Stinking bitch, looking for death!" Mao Wei snatched the soldering iron and stabbed toward Xia Xue's face like a madman! Xia Xue grabbed randomly behind her with both hands, suddenly touching a cylindrical object. She didn't have time to judge what it was, just instinctively grabbed it and smashed it at Mao Wei!

"Ah!" A burst of white water vapor accompanied by a scream rose! It turned out to be a thermos filled with boiling water! This hit Mao Wei's face directly, the boiling water poured on the soldering iron, and a burst of water mist rose, while Mao Wei screamed, dropped the soldering iron, covered his face, and squatted on the ground!

It seemed the capital for "eating" was ruined!

Xia Xue stepped forward, pressed Mao Wei's throat with her knee, picked up the soldering iron that had fallen to the ground, and held it in her hand: "Speak! What's at No. 27 Zhakou Road?"

"It... it's a transfer station..." Mao Wei said painfully, "There are trucks every Wednesday..."

Just when Xia Xue was excited, she saw him suddenly roll his eyes, and white foam overflowed from his mouth.

Xia Xue secretly called out bad, pinched open his mouth, but found that the poison sac in his back molars had been bitten open.

The moment the SWAT team broke in, seven cameras exploded at the same time. Xia Xue threw herself on the file book, and the scorching heat wave blew away her hair tie.

When Luo Fei rushed over, she was stuffing the charred half of the photo fragment into the evidence bag—on it, one could vaguely see the stamp of "Zhakou Road Warehousing."

"Boss! Have someone check this address immediately." She slapped the evidence bag into Luo Fei's palm, the bloodstain on her collarbone still oozing blood, "Wednesday is the day they transfer 'goods'."

There was a noise in the corridor, and the girl who had escaped earlier appeared at the door with more than a dozen disheveled girls. They all had scars worn by iron chains on their wrists, and a girl in a blue dress cried and held up her phone: "I... I secretly recorded the license plates of the trucks that came to transport goods every time..." ===== CHAPTER 264 =====