There was a man who had covered himself up well and was carrying a child at the intersection ahead. He was in a black sweater with a mask and a cap, but his child was swaddled in thick clothes without a hat.
How can a parent stand to let their kid’s head freeze while their wear thick clothes themselves?
This doesn’t seem like his kid at all. Could it be that the kid in his arms is that kid?
With that thought in mind, Arielle fixed her gaze on him.
Her fingers danced across the keyboard rapidly as the arrow moved along with that man.
All of a sudden, the arrow stopped, and the man vanished from her surveillance.
Arielle shot up to her feet.
Vinson entered the room to see Arielle standing up, so he asked in concern, “What’s wrong?”
Arielle swiftly told him about the matter.
“That guy disappeared from the surveillance cameras. l have to go to that spot to check the surroundings.” With that said, Arielle shoved her phone into her bag and turned to leave.
She wanted to find that child as soon as possible.
She did not know if that man was a human trafficker or something else. Things would be easier if he was just a human trafficker, for the most he would do was sell the child.
She did not know if that man was a human trafficker or something else.
Things would be easier if he was just a human trafficker, for the most he would do was sell the child. However, if he were involved in the illegal trade of selling organs on the black market, things would be dangerous. Even a god would have trouble saving the child if the child’s organs were harvested.
“I’ll come with you,” Vinson said. Arielle nodded and called along Lorraine before heading to her destination.
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