() After confirming the transaction intention, Hasson finally returned to the room and put on his pants, then took Gordon and others into a carriage, and headed for the mine in the back mountain in the east.

"Those yellow races are stored by my friends in the mine. You know, they consume food every day, and they have to work after arriving in Hong Kong."

As he said this, he wanted to find some topics to talk about so that the atmosphere would not be so dull.

Of course, the atmosphere has always been awkward. Hasson kept talking all by himself, as if the topic was endless, starting from when he was once a captain, to how to become a slave trader, but there was no one around to answer, even Bonnet, too, was just silent, because he clearly saw that the guests only cared about their staff, not the shit.

Being good at listening is a good habit of assassins. Although Hasson's words are not nutritious, and there are many ingredients such as exaggeration and rumors, Gordon did hear a lot of things from it.

"Shao Feng is still strong, he controls Singapore, and plunders the European merchant ships in the past, but it seems that he has reached some deals with the East India Company recently, and it seems that the Governor's Office has already been established there..."

"Porcelain and silk in the Qing Dynasty set off a craze, and the porcelain in the royal fortress has been fired to an unbelievable level. Many captains have made a fortune..."

The whole European world seems to have set off an oriental craze. Those captains who traveled far boasted the Orient as gold all over the place. Those totally different architectural styles, decorations, were touted, which was an excellent way to raise the price.

"The gold and silver ratio in the East is only seven to one..."

Hassan gushed, and as the carriage stopped, he finally realized that they had reached their destination.

The carriage came to the top of a small dirt **** through a dirt road. Below was a huge pothole. This was a coal mine. It was surrounded by tall wooden fences. The white people with guns stared at the slaves below.

There are a dozen or so dilapidated tents in the mine, and in the northern mine, the so-called hired workers of the yellow race, together with the black slaves, pushed heavy mine carts to transport the coal out of the mine on very crude tracks. Can't tell what race it is.

Hasson stepped on the slippery ground, splashing mud with his feet.

"damn it!"

His complaint was a wake-up call for those behind.

He strode to the iron-clad wooden door and smashed it twice.

Bang Bang!

It was a tall brown-haired man who opened the door. He smiled when he saw Hasson, exchanged a few words briefly, and let him in.

The sharp whistle sounded abruptly, and the slaves and the yellow race raised their heads and looked in the direction of the sound, and stopped their work in a daze. Except for eating, they rarely heard such a whistle.

"Go and gather now!"

The roar of the overseer and the sound of the whip cutting through the air, mixed with the screams of the slaves, made these slaves who could understand a few simple English finally understand the intention of the whistle, and hurriedly ran to the mud puddle and stood up.

Hasson looked very satisfied. Sure enough, the slaves still needed to be beaten to understand certain rules. After two days in the mine, it seemed that he had a lot of ideas.

"This gentleman needs ten workers and five slaves, privateers appointed by the British Crown, and your debts will pass to him."

Many hired workers are sold in a semi-abducted way. Travel expenses or inexplicable things make them carry debts. Before they are paid off, they are like slaves. Almost only a few half of them can pay back while they are alive. clear.

"Mr. Gordon, are you satisfied with this?"

Hasson turned his head and introduced it in a tone of negotiating the goods.

"Look at this, I can speak a lot of English, and this one is even stronger. It's absolutely fine to be a sailor."

Gordon stepped forward and looked at the slaves. Yes, there was no difference between the yellow race and the slaves.

There is fear and anxiety in their eyes. Perhaps because of their family poverty, or because they yearn for a life in the outside world, they came to a foreign country under the deceit of human traffickers.

But the reality is cruel, in this cruel world, they are just cargo, slaves, two days of drifting at sea and mines made them realize the reality, starvation and whip took the strength to escape.

The day before yesterday, a hired worker tried to escape in the dark, and the mine owner chased him for half the night. The next day, the fleeing yellow man was tied to a pole and beaten to death, but he failed to survive the night. Was left in the wilderness to feed the dogs.

Now, they saw a new big man, a man who made the slave owners nod and bow, a young man with bright clothes, sharp eyes, two short guns on his chest, and an extremely beautiful sharp blade on his waist.

His subordinates are strong and strong, with hideous scars and fierce tattoos on his bare arms. The long-term fighting has made these young men who have not gone to sea soon become seasoned sailors.

The slaves didn't even dare to look at these people, because the overseer always thought it was a provocation and gave them two whips.

The cold rain hit them, and those thin clothes did not have any function to keep out the cold, and they shivered.

Gordon looked at these people and suddenly felt how lucky he was to be an Englishman in this era. Those eyes full of sadness and fear really hurt his heart.

He originally thought that he had experienced so much and seen so much darkness. If he wanted to survive in this world of cannibalism, he could only be hard-hearted.

But these are all living people. They are not livestock, let alone goods. Human beings are enslaved and sold in this way, which is the biggest trampling on the word civilization.

"Humans shouldn't be like this, this is not right!" His heart roared, as the conscience of human beings, he couldn't accept all this with peace of mind.

He suddenly thought of a story~lightnovelpub.net~ On the beach after the low tide, many swimming fish were stranded in the puddles. Those swimming fish became the best prey for seagulls. After half an hour, the sun will bake. Do everything, death is a foregone conclusion.

There was only one boy who kept throwing fish into the sea. There were thousands of them on the beach. He could only save them one by one. Someone laughed and shouted, "Hey, so many, how many can you save? ? Don't waste your energy!"

"Do my best!"

That's what the boy answered, with only concentration in his eyes.

People have become accustomed to this cruel reality, and even take it for granted, and no one has ever thought of changing it, even if it is to do their best.

When people act morally or legally, remember - all things are allowed.

For the first time, Gordon finally understood the meaning of this sentence, the assassin only does what he thinks is right.

Don't be afraid too much, follow your own heart to choose. (https://)