allonlinenovel Chapter 305 Human Traffickers Deserve to Die 50
Chapter 305 Human Traffickers Deserve to Die 50
The children in the "Angel's Home" orphanage had been transferred away by Sirong in advance.
In order to prevent the relevant departments from coming to inspect and supervise frequently, Sister Hong and her colleagues deliberately chose a very remote place to build the orphanage.
Surrounded by mountains on three sides, the area is accessible only by a bumpy dirt road, which, during the rainy season, becomes a quagmire, often leaving even SUVs stuck. Civil affairs officials have rarely visited the area since their first two visits, with three days' notice for each inspection to give them ample time to prepare.
The grayish-white three-story building stood alone on the cement playground, without even a tree around it. Sirong stood at the second-floor window, looking at this deliberately cleared area, a sneer on her face.
This was just right, as even if a fire broke out, it would not spread to the forest behind. However, they did not expect that this carefully selected "safe distance" would become the perfect place for arson.
After sorting out the cash in the finance office on the second floor, Sirong walked downstairs slowly. In the lobby on the first floor, Sister Hong and her subordinates, including Flathead Brother and others, were placed on the marble floor from left to right by Sirong.
Now they are all conscious, but their limbs cannot move.
Seeing Sirong coming down, a few people wanted to try to negotiate with Sirong, but unfortunately, their tongues in their mouths did not work well and they could only make a humming sound.
"Don't worry, it's quiet here, no one will come to rescue you." Sirong explained to them while lowering her head and dragging the rolled-up carpet. "I'll put you on the marble. When the fire starts, it won't burn you for now. Don't be afraid, just wait."
Sirong dragged the heavy wool carpet, the fabric rustling against the marble floor. Sister Hong's eyes rolled wildly, intermittent sobs escaped her throat, and saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth onto the collar of her clothes.
"Shh..." Sirong squatted down and gently wiped the saliva off Sister Hong's chin with her gloved fingertips. "I know what you want to say." She tilted her head and showed an almost gentle smile.
"Do you want to say that you've donated a lot of money to the welfare home over the years? Or do you want to say that the children you adopted are all doing well?"
She stood up and continued dragging the carpet towards the door. The edge of the carpet rubbed against the flat-headed brother's face, leaving a red mark on his rough skin.
"I've counted." Sirong's voice echoed in the empty hall. "At least seventeen of the children you resold have never been found." She suddenly stopped and turned to look at the crowd. "Besides their lives, what happened to the parents who lost their children?"
Moonlight streamed in through the French windows, casting long shadows on the ground. Sirong stood at the junction of light and darkness, half of her face hidden in the shadows.
"Don't worry. The location you chose," she said softly, "is uninhabited within a five-kilometer radius. The nearest fire department will take at least forty minutes to arrive." She looked down at her watch. "That's enough time to burn everything cleanly."
Sirong unscrewed the gasoline can slowly, and the dark liquid formed strange totems on the ground. A pungent smell filled the air, mixed with the stench of Hong Jie and the others' incontinence.
"Don't worry, I've checked the load-bearing walls." She kicked the concrete steps. "The building won't collapse before you're burned to charcoal."
The flame of the lighter danced at her fingertips, illuminating her eerily calm face. "Those children you sold...their parents couldn't even get this kind of happiness."
The moment the flames touched the gasoline, the entire hall suddenly became a sea of fire. Sirong stood outside the door, watching the flames gradually engulf the twisted figures. She turned around, got on her motorcycle, and left without looking back.
The next morning, at the local police station.
Xiao Wang, the police officer on duty, yawned as he signed for an anonymous package. After opening it, his expression changed instantly.
Neatly bundled stacks of cash, still labeled as welfare homes, and yellowed ledgers, the first page revealing a dense record of "transactions."
At the very top was a letter of confession, signed by Sister Hong and her men, but the handwriting was so neat that it didn't look like handwriting.
"We admit to trafficking children in the name of charity, and the account books are proof. The money has been returned, and the lives have been paid."
Xiao Wang's hands trembled slightly, and he immediately dialed the number of the criminal police captain.
At the same time, the news was reporting on the fire in the welfare home in the early morning.
The building was nearly reduced to a shell, but strangely, the fire was so precise that it only destroyed the main building, leaving the adjacent archives and basement intact. Firefighters found five charred bodies in the rubble, their bodies in strange poses, as if they had been deliberately arranged to appear kneeling in penitence.
After that, Sirong continued to complete her job and never used such extreme methods to punish human traffickers again.
But she started a project on the dark web to solve the problem of human trafficking. By pooling everyone's wisdom, they can always find a complete solution.
By the time Sirong was about to leave this world, society had already developed a biochip that was implanted into the child's body when he was born.
Once someone is illegally taken out of the safe area, the system will automatically trigger. Skynet tracking, city monitoring, drones, and satellites will lock onto the target in real time and accurately intercept it within 30 minutes.
If the chip detects a threat to the child's life, it will release a small amount of current, which will not kill the person but will paralyze the person's entire body. Of course, this permission can only be activated after the child's parents confirm that the child is missing and report it to the police.
At the same time, this chip also has a function that can clearly capture the physical characteristics of human traffickers. Once uploaded to the monitoring center, the person's identity information will be exposed to the entire network, all digital accounts will be frozen, and he will become a "transparent person."
In other words, once you are determined to be a human trafficker, you will be socially dead.
Whether you are taking the bus or going to a restaurant, in any place with facial recognition, there will be a voice announcement to remind you that you are a human trafficker and people around you should be careful.
When boarding the bus, the gate scanned the trafficker's face and immediately sounded a shrill alarm: "Warning! Human trafficking criminals detected! All passengers, please be vigilant!"
At the same time, the electronic screen in the car will display the criminal's photo, crime and sentence.
Restaurants/shopping malls: The moment you enter the restaurant, the AI recognition system will automatically broadcast: "Attention! Human traffickers have entered our store! Please ensure the safety of children!" The waiter has the right to refuse service or even call the police directly.
Street surveillance: When walking on the street, the speakers on the street lamps will play a looping message: "You are walking with a human trafficker, please keep your distance!"