Chapter 35 Darker than Black

  Sanders drove home and was very excited all the way. He didn't spend a cent when signing the contract, and he just relied on his words to trick the girls into signing the contract with him.

  In just one or two years, each person sold for more than 6,000 US dollars, this kind of business can be said to have zero costs and a huge profit.

  As for the future lives and deaths of those girls,.

  He doesn't care.

  When he returned to the agency, he looked at the dilapidated two story building when he got out of the car, Sanders thought that he should rent a better place next year and make it look like a big company, so that it would be easier to trick girls into taking the bait.

  You can also recruit a few more subordinates, spread them out, and let them look for people everywhere. If you can sign thirty contracts a year, it will be hundreds of thousands of dollars. If you can fool 50, that will be three hundred thousand dollars. If you cheat 100 people, that's five to six million US dollars.

  Hahaha, he will be rich then.

  He went upstairs with brisk steps, opened the office door with the key, turned around, and bumped his buttocks. The door closed with a bang, and he turned around and locked it in place.

  Putting the leather bag on the table, he went to the small bar and poured himself a glass of wine. He turned on the gramophone, and suddenly beautiful music came out.

  He took a sip of wine and performed two brisk steps to the music.

  When he came to the desk, he took out the banknotes. Looking at the thick pile of money on the table, Sanders lay on it and sniffed it vigorously.

  Money smells so good, open the bottom drawer of the desk, find a long key from it, walk to an oil painting on the wall, and push the painting to the side, revealing a small safe behind it.

  Insert the key, turn the combination lock, and the safe opens with a click.

  There was some more important information inside, as well as a wad of banknotes, estimated to be only four to five thousand dollars.

  Sanders neatly stacked the money he earned today in it, admiring the thick stack of banknotes. He felt very accomplished.

  "Bang bang bang~!"

  Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

  Sanders was startled. He quickly closed the safe door, took out the key, and put it in his pocket. He scrambled the password and pushed the painting back to its original position.

"Who is it?"

  Sanders asked as he walked toward the door.

  "Checking the water meter."

  A male voice came from outside the door.

  Sanders wondered.

  "Check the water meter. Do I have a water meter here?" He said that and opened the door.

  "Are you making a mistake?"

  Before Sanders could finish speaking, a black gun muzzle was pressed directly against his face. Sanders was so frightened that he did not dare to make any sound.

  Only then did Sanders realize that he had been burglarized.

  Henry put a gun to Sanders head to let him into the house. Sanders went in backwards. As soon as he closed the door, Matthew punched Sanders in the stomach.

"Bang~oh!"

  Sanders groaned.

  This punch made his stomach and intestines tangle together.

  He fell to the ground in pain, and curled up into a shrimp.

  After Sanders was knocked down, Matthew did not let him go. He took out a rope from his pocket and tied Sanders' arms behind his back.

  Henry searched the house, focusing on Sanders' wallet, which contained only some documents and no money.

  Henry came to Sanders, kneed down, and searched him. Apart from his wallet, he only had a safe key.

  "Tell me, where is the safe?" Henry asked.

  "I don't have a safe, that's the key to my house." Sanders said painfully.

  Matthew grabbed Sanders and punched him hard in the stomach.

"Ah~!"

  Sanders couldn't help but scream in pain.

  Henry held up the safe key and sneered, "Do you think we are fools? This is clearly a safe key, and the brand is Diebold."

  As he spoke, he waved the key in front of Sanders' eyes.

  There is a trademark on the key handle.

  "No, no, no, I have no money, you can't take my money." Sanders cried.

  "Bang~!"

  He was greeted with another hard punch.

  Behind the painting, Henry found the safe, inserted the key, and turned to Sanders. "Tell me the password."

  "09-15-21."

  After turning the combination lock, the safe popped open.

  Reveal the banknotes inside.

  Sanders was heartbroken at the moment.

  He had just made a big sum of money, but it was about to be snatched away before he could enjoy any of it. His heart was bleeding.

  Henry glanced at Matthew, and Matthew understood and gave Sanders a hard blow on the back of the neck.

  Ga~!

  Sanders fainted.

  Henry took out all the money from the safe and put it into Sanders' bag.

  The other items were not moved, the safe was locked again, the password was messed up, the key was pulled out, and the painting was reset.

  Henry tidied up the office again so that no one who came would find out that a robbery had taken place here.

  "Okay, let's go."

  The two of them led Sanders out, locked the door, and soon arrived downstairs. A car was parked at the front door of the agency. Neil, who had been waiting in the car, got out of the car and opened the door, at the rear door, Henry and Matthew quickly got into the car with Sanders on their backs.

  The car door closed, and the car drove away from the brokerage company. Within a few seconds, no one noticed what happened here.

  The car drove out of Los Angeles and came to the edge of a wild forest at this time, a car was parked here, and a pit that could accommodate one person was dug in the wild.

  The car stopped.

  Henry got into the car with the bag.

  After seeing Hardy, he smiled and said, "Boss, you got your money back. It's all in here and there is more than 4,000$ extra, It should be the guy's own."

  Hardy nodded with satisfaction.

  "I only get my money back, you can divide the extra four thousand among you," Hardy said.

  Several people nearby laughed happily. They didn't expect to earn money from such a small job. Each of the eight of them could get 500 $.

  "Boss, how should we deal with this guy?" Henry asked.

  "Haven't we already dug a hole?" Hardy said.

  Sanders was dragged out of the car, and the cold rain hit him on the face, waking him up, before he could react, he was thrown into the pit.

  He reacted immediately.

  Endless fear field his heart.

  "Ah, ah, ah, no, don't kill me!"

  Sanders struggled hard and kept twisting his body, but he was tied so tightly that he could not break free.

Wow~!

Wow~!

  Leo, Neil, and others filled the soil with shovels.

  Sanders was even more frightened.

  "Who are you, and why do you want to kill me? I am from the Spanish gang, If you kill me, Red Dani will not let you go." Sanders shouted in panic.

  The people burying him stopped and turned to look in the direction of the car.

  Hardy naturally heard Sanders shouting.

  He really didn't expect that Sanders was actually a Spanish gang member.

  But it's right to think about it.

  What this guy does is fraud, tricking girls into signing contracts and organizing them to sell their bodies. If they resist, he either intimidate or threaten them, which is no different from committing a crime.

  If there was no gang support behind him, this guy probably wouldn't be able to do so many things.

  "Henry, go ask him what else he knows." Hardy ordered Henry who was next to him.

  Henry walked over and started asking.

  Sanders just wants to survive now and answered all questions. Henry said.

  "How much do you know about the Spanish Gang?"

  "I don't know much. I am only responsible for the affairs of that brokerage company and not involved in other matters."

  "Your brokerage company is also a subsidiary of the Spanish gang?"

  "I account for 40%. Gangs account for 60%."

  "How many such brokerage companies are affiliated with the Spanish gang?"

  "I know of three." Then the names of the other two were revealed.

  "What do you do with the people you signed?"

  "Some of them were sold, some went to work in nightclubs, some ran away, and some were sent to film companies to make movies."

  "What film company?"

  "Meiji Film Company, The Spanish gang has its own adult Film Company, called Meiji Films, which specializes in making those kinds of movies."

  Hardy has read a lot of information about Hollywood these days, and he has actually seen Meiji. film company's name.

  In addition to more than a thousand regular film companies in Hollywood, there are nearly 300 adult film companies, which also produce a large number of films every year. The performance of many adult film companies is often higher than that of regular film companies.

  However, the government also knows the dangers involved, so it rarely issues licenses to adult Film Companies. There are only more than 20 adult Film Companies with legal licenses in Hollywood, but these include the "Meiji Film".

  I didn't expect it to be the Spanish gang property.

  They were deceived into signing a contract, forced to sell their bodies, and finally either entered Nightclub or went to film adult movies, It was really a one stop service.

  Not satisfied with lying on the girls' bodies and sucking their blood, they also had to break their bones and suck their marrow.

  If Marissa hadn't escaped in the first place, The outcome would definitely be an extremely miserable end.

  Hardy glanced at the guy in the pit from a distance and said coldly, "Bury him!".

"Help~!"

"No~ no!"

  "Let me go, please let me go~~~"

  Sanders was buried in the soil amid wailing and screaming.

  After filling in, Matthew and others trampled the soil flat before leaving.