indianbanksassociation Chapter 207 Human Blood Buns
Chapter 207 Human Blood Buns
"This man has a heart disease, so I leave it to you."
The security captain carried the person to a certain building in the park, handed over the person to a man in a white coat, and then left without looking back.
The white coat brought the middle-aged man who had suffered a heart attack into an operating room.
Then he ordered very quickly, "Anesthetic! Hurry, this person is going to die."
He must remove useful organs before the person is dead and store them in time.
The middle-aged man opened his hazy eyes, glanced at the white coat holding the scalpel, laughed miserably, and lost consciousness.
...
After Merilaga spent $50,000, he became more and more angry.
He was so painful that he couldn't sleep, so he directly summoned the dog legs and went to the warehouse where the fat sheep were kept.
"Fake, it really stinks!"
After slapping him with his hand in disgust, Merilaga ordered the bastard: "Get rid of these people!"
"Good supervisor."
The bitch nodded and bowed.
They are used to working overtime at night.
Several people greeted, pulled over a water pipe, and then installed a water gun.
Start spraying directly towards the crowd.
"Hey, it hurts! Stop spraying."
"Brother, I'm so cold."
"You bastards, aren't you afraid of retribution?!"
They were all hungry and prepared to take an early rest, but they didn't expect this sudden appearance.
The water from the water gun hit my body, causing a burst of pain.
ten minutes later.
Looking at the fat sheep that looked like drowned rats, Merilaga smiled with satisfaction.
"Very good, everyone, line up. I'll make a deal for you. 200 ml of blood in exchange for a steamed bun. How about that?"
Blood can also be exchanged for money.
The park often organizes free blood donation activities, and he gave them a steamed bun, which was kind enough.
Hearing this, everyone who had been hungry for a long time swallowed hard.
Finally chose to agree.
They haven't eaten for a day and are in very bad condition.
If you don't replenish energy in time, you will be in trouble if you get sick.
Merilajia proudly took his fat sheep and embarked on the road of blood donation.
Not surprisingly, he can make up for his losses tonight.
...
After Zhao Yan went out, he quietly sneaked into some important rooms according to the information in the deduction, took photos and saved all relevant information.
Although the defense was tight, it was just a trivial matter to him.
"Huh? Where are these people going?"
Zhao Yan, who had just come out of a certain building, suddenly found a group of embarrassed-looking men and women lining up and walking towards somewhere.
With a look on his face, he followed quietly and blended into the crowd.
After a while, the crowd entered a building.
"Line up and come one by one. Those who have donated blood come here to receive the steamed buns." Merilaja stood aside and shouted proudly.
In the corridor.
There were several large baskets of steamed buns placed on a table.
The room next to it is the blood donation room.
A group of people looked numb. They first turned into the room and donated blood, and then they received a steamed bun with the certificate and wolfed it down.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Yan finally understood.
Damn, this is exchanging blood for steamed buns, real human blood steamed buns.
Zhao Yan's eyes were stern, and his whole person exuded a deep cold aura.
"Hey, what are you looking at? It's your turn."
Seeing Zhao Yan in a daze, Merilaja yelled with an unhappy expression.
There were several people behind him. It was a waste of time. He would have to go back to sleep if he finished his work early.
Zhao Yan glanced at him lightly and turned into the blood donation room next to him.
Inside, two staff members in white coats were sitting behind a table.
One person holds a blood drawing tool in his hand.
Each person holds a small piece of paper in his hand. After donating blood, he will give you one to exchange for steamed buns.
"Stop looking and sit down quickly."
The man in the white coat responsible for drawing blood signaled with his eyes.
"I'm a little dizzy, um, can you donate blood for me?"
A faint smile appeared on Zhao Yan's lips.
? ? ?
Hearing this, the two men in white coats looked confused.
What kind of weird statement is this?
"Crazy! If you don't donate blood, get out."
The man in the white coat holding the small piece of paper yelled impatiently, since he wasn't hungry anyway, so I couldn't give him my love.
He couldn't believe that this kid would still be so hard after being hungry for two days.
"That won't work. Now that I'm here, I can't go back empty-handed. I see you are fat and strong, but I don't know if you have a lot of blood."
As soon as he finished speaking, a knife suddenly appeared in Zhao Yan's hand.
Then he stepped forward and stabbed the knife into the neck of the white coat who was holding a small piece of paper with a "puff" sound.
Zhao Yan drew out the knife neatly.
Suddenly, a fountain of blood spurted out and splashed onto the white coat holding the blood donation tool.
"Quick, hurry up, there's a lot of blood, don't waste it. How many steamed buns can you exchange for so much?"
Looking at the frightened white coat, Zhao Yan gently patted his shoulder.
The pupils in the white coat suddenly tightened, with a horrified expression.
He lowered his head and looked stiffly at the blood on his body.
"Ah! Someone killed someone, someone is coming soon!"
The white coat let out the most earth-shattering scream in his life, threw away the blood drawing tool in fear, stood up in panic and was about to run away.
"Why are you running? Give me a slap!"
Zhao Yan sat on the table, grabbed the person and pressed it directly on the wound where blood was spraying.
Smelling the strong smell of blood on the tip of his nose, he looked at the terrible wound again.
The bladder in the white coat contracted, and he began to struggle desperately regardless of the pounding sound below.
"I was wrong, please let me go, please..."
"Since you don't smoke, let me help you."
Ignoring the white coat begging for mercy, Zhao Yan pressed his head with one hand and held a blood-drawing tool in the other. He quickly inserted it into his aorta and began to draw blood.
Naturally, the movements in the room could not be hidden from Merila and the others outside the door.
They heard the piercing screams and ran to the room together.
Immediately stunned.
I saw the boy just now, expressionless, inserting the blood-drawing tube into the neck of the staff member in the white coat.
The other end of the tube was hanging casually, and blood was flowing out.
After a while, the white coat's face turned pale, and his consciousness gradually blurred.
"Fake! Who are you? Pull him down quickly!"
Merila regained her composure, was frightened and angry, and gave orders to the two henchmen.
The two bastards looked at each other.
He shouted loudly, emboldened himself first, and then rushed forward bravely.
Whizzing!
Two sounds broke through the air.
Before the two henchmen could rush forward, they covered their necks and fell down.
Upon seeing this, Merilaga looked frightened and turned around and ran away without saying a word.
He hadn't earned enough money to immigrate to the West, so he couldn't just die like this.
Zhao Yan caught up with him and dragged him in. He casually picked up the hose, put it around his neck and strangled him hard.
Merilaja's eyes rolled white, and she grabbed the hose at her neck with both hands, thrashing about desperately.
Zhao Yan had a joking smile on his face, "Didn't you ask me who I am? My name is Vosniaya, and I just defrauded you of $50,000."
"Well...!"
Merilaja's eyes widened when she heard this, she couldn't take a breath, and her body slowly softened.