Doted by My Seven Brothers

Chapter 300 The Unlucky Trafficker

Chapter 300 The Unlucky Trafficker

The two dogs were well-behaved and very obedient to Nancy. They just held her clothes in their mouths as if they were taking her somewhere.

The other children followed her, and Adam walked ahead with his head held high like a big brother.

"All of you, don't get lost. Follow me. Well... Follow my sister!"

Since he led them to outsmart the traffickers before, the children were now very convinced of him and Nancy.

After all, they saw that it was this little girl who instigated rebellion with the traffickers' big dogs and commanded them to attack the traffickers!

At this moment, the two Brook family siblings became incomparably great in the minds of this group of children. They had a strong sense of security.

The two of them weren't exactly the oldest among the kids, nor did they seem the most reliable. Besides, there was even an adult here.

But right now, Adam and Nancy were just great in their minds!

In the dim night, two big dogs were leading the way. Nancy held her brother in one hand and Jane in another to follow the two Belgian Malinois.

The other children, afraid of getting lost, held hands and walked together. No one made a lot of noise at the moment, and they were all well-behaved.

The two dogs led them to a house but stopped at a certain distance from the house.

Adam's eyes instantly lit up as he looked at the place shown on the monitor. He said, "This is where they put the weapons!"

There were only a few places in the village where monitors were installed, one where the children were kept, one where the women were kept, and the place where the weapons were kept and the entrance to the village.

However, perhaps because the traffickers had been here for a long time and nothing had ever happened, they were a little careless with the monitors. So these monitors basically became obsolete, and now it was quite convenient for Adam.

"But there are people guarding the door."

There were two people sitting at the door, who were talking with cigarettes in their mouths at the moment.

"What should we do?"

The children's eyes shone with fighting intent. They said, "Scr*w them!"

The young journalist was speechless.

He thought, 'These kids really don't look like they were captured.'

Nancy patted the heads of the two big dogs around her and said, "Snowy can lead a person over."

Adam grinned conspiratorially as he picked up the slate he brought, "That would be great..."

The other children also took out the weapons they had brought with them with shining eyes, either bricks or wooden sticks.

The two Belgian Malinois were kept by the traffickers in this village. The two men guarding the weapons didn't suspect anything when Snowy walked over with its tail wagging.

"Hey, Bauer, are you still hungry?"

"Go away... Find someone else to feed you."

The Belgian Malinois pestered one of them. Finally, he really had no choice but to be taken away by the big dog.

"How can you eat so much today? We can not eat meat every day, but you want to eat bones every day. If not for the fact that you can guard for us, I really want to eat your meat. Well... I haven't eaten dog meat for a long time. I really want to eat you."

When the man looked at the flesh on the Belgian Malinois, he was thinking about going to catch a dog to eat.

In the next second, a black shadow fell from the sky. Before he could see what it was, he lost his eyesight. The next thing he felt was that his head was hit hard by something.

"Come on, come on, press his head!"

Adam took off his school jacket and wrapped it around the trafficker's head. As soon as Adam got it, the other guys pounced on the trafficker.

Some people helped to hold the man down, and others picked up bricks and sticks to attack him. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Adam, who was at the bottom, looked a little miserable.

"F*ck! You guys are crushing me to death. Hit him on the head. Don't hit anywhere else."

"Be careful. Don't kill him!"

"He's still screaming! Keep hitting!"

The trafficker was beaten so badly that he screamed. However, because he was wrapped in clothes and his head was pressed by several children who were quite heavy, his muffled screams of pain were not loud. In a short time, he passed out from the torture.

This time, the young journalist didn't get to help again. He wanted to help but was pushed away by the excited children, which further proved the fact that his current strength was not as strong as the children's. If he went over, he would be more of a hindrance than a helper.

The young journalist was speechless.

He thought, 'So I'm not as helpful as a child!'

Adam wiped his nose with his thumb and said, "There's one left."

They used the two dogs to attract the attention of another trafficker, and then Adam approached him silently with a few kids and used the same technique to knock him out.

Now the journalist youth was finally a little helpful. He found the key from the trafficker to open the door and the children rushed in.

"Wow... What a big machete!"

Suddenly, the children picked up the machete, which made the reporter's heart skip a beat.

"You... Be careful!"

Most of the weapons in this room were melee weapons, and there were a few guns.

Because the control of hot weapons in this country was too strict, they could only get three guns, which still cost a lot of money.

The others were all crude shotguns.

"You guys be careful. The guns might go off!"

From this arsenal of weapons, the leader of these traffickers was a control freak who was very suspicious. He did not dare to give these weapons to his minions every moment, for fear that they would rebel. When that happened, the guns would be aimed at him.

"How to use these?"

"Who knows?"

Adam said, "I know!"

The crowd stared at him adoringly.

Adam raised his head like a fighting rooster who was about to go into battle, "My brother took me to the shooting gallery to shoot with a simulated gun once, which is similar to this."

The journalist said nervously with sweats on his forehead, "Well, you will die if you make a mistake with this stuff. Let's just take these knives and sticks. We'd better destroy the guns."

Boys were quite passionate about guns and knives and things like that, but they really should not use these weapons since they were still little. If they accidentally injure their friends, it would be a big deal.

Eventually, they reached an arrangement that the guns should be hidden.

The journalist checked that there were no bullets inside before he let the kids start to carry these lethal things.

After hiding the gun in a random place, these kids didn't think about running away. Instead, they wanted to go back and save all those women.

The journalist felt that he had never been so mentally tired, and he reached out to try to stop these naughty children who looked for trouble.

''You guys come back!''

But no one here obeyed him. They all picked up their knives and headed inside the village.

Nancy followed her little brother with two dogs.

The traffickers were still dreaming of the hundreds of millions they were about to get, and even the leader was so excited that he spent the night with his men discussing plans in a room, which made that room brighter than any other room in the whole village, and people were gathered there.

Because they had alert dogs, they were not afraid that someone would break in.

But they could never imagine that the dogs they kept rebelled. Instead of patrolling vigilantly, the dogs took a group of children to the place where the women were kept and broke the lock of the door.