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Chapter 155 - 132 Immortal... Dogzi Jumps_2

Chapter 155: Chapter 132 Immortal... Dogzi Jumps_2

Doli hung his head dejectedly and placed a glass of water in front of Brian, "Officer, if there’s anything you want to know, just ask."

"Do you know Soraya?"

Doli nodded, "I knew her. I still can’t believe she’s dead; I thought she had escaped."

Brian perked up.

Truly an informant.

It wasn’t a waste of time to play a game of Immortal... jumping dog.

Brian nodded, "I can tell, you were close to her, tell me more."

Doli sighed,

"Soraya was like a breeding sow at Bieber Pig Farm.

I know it’s inappropriate to say, but that was the situation.

That place was a legal brothel, and I still don’t understand how that asshole Bieber managed to get a business license, but it indeed was a legally operated venue.

Bieber treated those prostitutes like breeding sows, kept to satisfy some rich men’s bizarre desires.

I was a waiter there. From the moment Soraya arrived, I fell for her. But I was just a poor coward, without any means to help her.

Until the day before yesterday, Soraya suddenly approached me, saying she wanted to run away..."

"Hold on!" Brian interrupted Doli, "I’m a bit confused; if it was a legal establishment, why did Soraya want to escape?"

Doli glanced at the well-dressed Brian, sarcastically:

"Legal is just a fig leaf.

How could such a business be clean?

The clients are perverted; often prostitutes are found dead after being ’used,’ and then their bodies are disposed of.

Many people in the town knew it, even some of the cops. At first, someone called the police, but the ones who showed up weren’t from the local precinct but Bieber’s men.

After that, no one dared to interfere."

It seemed just half an hour’s drive from downtown Los Angeles, but a lawless wasteland, hiding incomprehensible sins.

...

Brian was thoughtful.

It seemed the local officials were involved in this establishment.

He nodded, "Alright, go on."

Doli opened a chilled beer on the coffee table, took a big sip, and continued with the smell of alcohol:

"In the pig farm, the prostitutes, once they arrived, were locked by one foot, then had to bend their heads down low to eat, mimicking pigs, including excretion.

When clients arrived, they’d stand outside the enclosure, picking the ’sow’ they wanted, and we, the waiters, would bring the chosen ’sow,’ take them for a wash, change into the costume selected by the client, then lead them over...

Some would just get served right in the pen, in front of the other prostitutes.

All in all, the entire process was extremely humiliating.

Those who resisted or didn’t cooperate quickly became addicted to drugs.

Soraya was the same.

She had already kicked her addiction in prison, but because of her resistance, she fell back into it.

She endured for nearly a year.

Until the day before yesterday.

Soraya told me she had a rendezvous outside and had to get there, she begged me to lend her my phone, and then, I helped her unlock her shackles."

At this point,

Doli took another big sip of beer, his tone bitter:

"I was planning to escape with her, but after she made the call, she told me someone was coming to pick her up, and then she ran off alone.

I was very upset, went straight back to town, waiting for Bieber’s retaliation."

Brian looked at this self-pitying fool, shrugged, "It seems the Bieber you mentioned has been too busy recently to bother hunting you down."

Doli nodded, "I was also surprised at first, but later in the tavern, I heard someone had found a woman’s body on the road, then I knew Soraya was dead. Bieber and his lot must be worried that city police would discover what’s happening here, so they didn’t dare make a move."

"Let’s go, take me to Bieber."

Brian glanced at the time, crushed the can in front of Doli, and pulled him up.

Staying up late was not good.

He was rushing to settle this matter and get back.

...

The pig farm, located four kilometers outside of the town, was hidden at the foot of the mountains.

It wasn’t recorded on any maps, including official records.

Needless to say, this must have been done by the people behind Bieber.

No wonder Green and Shi San hadn’t found anything unusual in those rural areas before.

By the time they arrived at the pig farm, there was no one in sight.

However, the power supply equipment had not been disconnected.

Doli, familiar with the place, turned on all the lights.

Shi San was very excited, continuously barking towards each pigpen, "Big Dog, scent, the scent of soil."

The soil under Soraya’s nails came from here.

Brian looked inside and noticed the dry black and white ground.

This place must have really been a pig farm before, and the lime water used for disinfection had settled, forming the floor inside the pigpens.

He took a quick glance.

Under the assistance of Eagle Eye, the dimmed night did not affect Brian’s vision.

In front of the pig farm, there were rows of wooden cabins that looked a few years old, an empty space with a large patio, decorated with colorful lights and erected steel poles.

Besides that, there were tire marks on the ground.

It was apparent that the people here had not left for long.

After finding nothing significant.

Brian turned to Doli, "Do you have Bieber’s number? Call him and tell him to come over."

Doli, somewhat afraid, took out his phone and dialed.

After a few brief sentences.

He handed the phone to Brian, "Bieber said he’s busy doing physical check-ups for his staff and can’t come over, but you can ask him directly on the phone if you have any inquiries."

Brian squinted his eyes, took the phone, and without listening to whatever was being said inside, he stated directly, "This is Brian, an officer from NW Operations, if you’re not in front of Doli’s house within an hour, I guarantee I’ll send you to prison to feel the warmth of a rectum!"

He hung up the phone.

Brian tossed the phone back to Doli, "Let’s head back."

...

Two hours later.

With Doli’s words of thanks, Brian stuffed a black man with a gold chain and a badly beaten face into the trunk and drove back to the city.

The black man was Bieber, a clean-handed figure that couldn’t be mentioned in public.

Initially, this guy was somewhat defiant, but after hearing that Brian was from NW, he obediently came over and cooperated by spilling the details about Soraya.

But as soon as he heard that Brian was going to take him in, he tried to threaten Brian using the so-called backing he had—a district chief.

The outcome was obvious.

Just a garbage district chief.

Dared to talk big.

Brian dared to show that uninvolved district chief what lawful prosecution is and what it means to be ’criminalized’!

On the road, Brian pulled out his phone and called Green, "Green, stop the search. Call the nearby patrol officers and go directly to Soraya’s mother’s house and wait for me. Keep that woman under control and don’t let her escape!"

He hung up the phone.

Watching the rapidly passing scenery outside, Brian enjoyed the adrenaline rush brought by speeding.

This case was somewhat melodramatic.

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