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Chapter 137

Chapter 137

Now that the two groups had combined, the task force had case information and the bureau had knowledge of the border situation. Working together, they quickly identified the target.

“The local tyrants in this area number three. The most likely person involved in human trafficking is Barrow Zieger,” said Marvin, projecting an image of a sturdy, bearded man with a fierce look onto a slide.

“He controls a village with an oasis, making it the wealthiest in the region. However, no one knows the source of his income. We do know that many women appear in the village each year.

“They don’t look or talk like locals but refuse to admit they’ve been kidnapped. This has caused our several undercover operations to fail,” Marvin explained.

The task force also shared its information. “If these people are online loan victims threatened to work here, they might want to hide their identities to protect their families.

“But the village can’t accommodate the large number of women who register online each year. So, some are likely sent to other areas and sold as high–value goods,” said Bennett.

Marvin, touching his chin, says, “The local tyrants‘ protection network is always well–guarded. Direct arrests won’t work.

“With just Quinlyn as bait, at most we could lock up Barrow and a few accomplices, but more Barrows would emerge

tomorrow.

“The best plan is to clarify the connections between Josh, Yolanda, and Barrow, then apprehend all involved in the network.” Bennett nodded. Knowing Quinlyn was safe, they felt relieved and no longer rush into action.

Soon, the radio received another Morse code message: [I’m fine. Goodnight. Sleep early.]

The group was left speechless. It seemed the radio is being used as a chat tool.

Local senior officials looked on with complicated expressions. After years of working with the young informant, this was the first time they’ve heard such a affectionate tone from her.

Sometimes, during calls, when they heard her innocent voice, they’d instinctively tell her to be careful, ask if she was cold in winter, and offer to send clothes and food. But she always refused.

Hearing her now affectionate tone, they felt surprised and a bit wistful.

Marvin couldn’t help but laugh. “Looks like she’s picked up quite a bit of knowledge during her time in the city, at least she now knows all the words.”

initially, when they asked Quinlyn to leave notes, she drew pictures, even scribbles, which took

they’ve never met face–to–face. All he could teach her were a few words here and there and occasionally address some of her life–related confusions.

now, he was genuinely

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modifying a broken radio in the corner to send out radio waves when she turned around and saw the woman from earlier carrying

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back and walked over to

do it myself,” the woman, whose

she usually washed clothes. Flora said it was

past houses and streets to a small stream at the edge

for mercy. “I really didn’t see anything, and I won’t tell anyone. Please let me go. I have a child at home; she can’t live without me.”

about to cry when Quinlyn stopped her.

you wash clothes. Quinlyn took out the clothes from the bucket, which belonged to

at this task and soon had a piece of

hurriedly joined in, washing while glancing at Quinlyn with a

was washed, much faster than usual with the help, that a smile appeared on Flora’s

the pond,” Flora said.

water too?” Quinlyn

Flora’s tone was light, but Quinlyn couldn’t be happy as she watched the soap bubbles from the detergent flow into

would filter out some chemicals, long–term consumption

was only for the women, while men could enter the oasis to collect

your children born

girl. Her father is a carpenter in the village and treats us well.” Flora’s face softened as she spoke

on Flora’s rough, cracked hands as she brushed her hair, and she asked after a moment’s stare, “Have you ever thought about what your daughter

her hair–brushing, her

she grows up, if she’s pretty, can she stay

the stream, as if

I won’t let her leave me,” Flora

Quinlyn turned to her, calmly