Chapter 330 - Check those gonorrhoeas - mdfour
Ronald
We're seeing what the guys are seeing. Zombie and Rhino are looking up the information on all the license plates captured by Mo and Wolf. Whenever they find something, they pass it on to Onion and Scratch, who do the detailed investigation to figure out the business of the people who own the cars.
Rat is next to me, watching every angle, making sure we don't miss anything and can help them—in other words, being the lookouts. Right now, they're playing poker. Cherry is with Churro in his vowels and alphabet class; he's up to the letter P. We're teaching him to write again.
Once they finish, they'll join us. Aníbal is doing well. He still can't walk or has much hand mobility, but his mind is waking up more and more. Little by little, he's gaining strength in his atrophied muscles. At least he can sit up now and doesn't look like a rag doll.
He asked to be with us, in his own way of speaking, and we're understanding him more clearly. We know he can't do much, but we're not going to exclude him. That would make him feel motivated. I told him yes, but after he finishes his tasks. Sometimes he wants to kill me, and not just me, but all of us who are his teachers.
The little rascal can't yet bring the spoon to his mouth, but he did remember how to flip us the bird. The first time he did it to Mo, we almost peed ourselves laughing. At least Churro's essence is intact, because he didn't stop laughing at Arnold's face that afternoon.
"Boss," Onion called.
"Got something?"
"There are no patterns. They're businessmen of all kinds, from mobsters and illegal leaders to entrepreneurs in various fields—industry, manufacturing, medicine, construction." I looked at the men again.
"We need to investigate all of them. They must have something in common... This smells like an auction." Everyone looked at me. I turned to Rat.
"Get into their accounts. If it's an auction, at some point they'll see or get sent photos and buy the kids' virginities." My bile was rising. I activated the audio in my ear.
"Mo, Wolf, this shit is an auction. I don't know how they'll buy the kids, but all those bastards are pedophiles!"
"Understood," said Mo. Rat started downloading the information and cross-referencing it with our system.
"We'll all work to uncover the lives of those bastards. We'll send the information to Any. They're sick; their pathology will be their downfall. They must have photos, videos, everything that boosts their ego."
"In summary?" Rat asked.
"Arnold and Wolf can't handle all of them. They just need to find a way in. Mo will know what to do; let's leave that job to him. Meanwhile, we need to start tarnishing their good names, but not publicly. I don't want those bastards' kids to suffer." They looked at me. "Would any of you like your kids to be disappointed in you? And I'm not thinking about the scum we were, or what they are.
"I'm thinking about kids who are still growing up. We'd be hurting them. We can't save some kids just to screw over others."
They understood. Cherry arrived with Churro in the electric wheelchair. He was the one moving it, constantly exercising with a band or a rubber wheel to regain strength.
"Boss," I made a fist, and he lightly touched it.
"What did you learn?"
We have him doing writing exercises. The laughter was the same. From Cherry's face, I could imagine what he'd come up with.
"Pee."
We all burst into hearty laughter along with him. He still has a crooked mouth, and when he laughs a lot, he drools. Cherry took a cloth and wiped his mouth.
"Pee-pee!"
"That's what he learns quickly, right?" the nurse on duty intervened, a plump woman in her fifties, bringing his lunch plate and the pile of medications.
"Pee-pee!"
That rascal doesn't change. Even in his situation, he finds joy in life. He spends time watching videos of his son and wife. When he can't do an exercise, he asks us in his limited vocabulary to play videos of them.
I've seen him cry while he struggles to meet the daily goals we set for him. He doesn't give up until he achieves them. If Aníbal fights, we'll be here to help him. We learned that in extreme training—to be a cog in the machine.
"Lunch first, then we'll wait for you here to work." His look was one of gratitude. "Guys, let's get to work. And Rata, if they start moving money today, log everything, and freeze it so the recipient doesn't receive it. Let's start creating discord; if they don't get paid, they won't release the kids. That gives us a couple of days of leeway. Can you do that, Rata?" My second-in-command smiled.
"Of course, Boss."
"Once they start making the payment to that club, we'll send our invitation to their cell phones."
"What invitation?" asked Churrusco, taking a spoonful of food, also paying attention to our conversation.
"Welcome to my game. I just gave you CHECKMATE."
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Arnold
It was our third game. Lobo is very good at this; he had won two rounds so far. We had sat down to bet with a group of sickos. So they're all pedophiles. This is the end of their sickness.
In a few days, we'll give them the cure, you bastards, degenerates, scum of the earth. Because we've arrived, the real players, the ones who are going to kick their asses without them even realizing it.
"The second player to your left pulled a card from his sleeve," Roland whispered in my ear.
"Mr. White Mustache!" Since they didn't want to give names, I had given them nicknames to identify them. He was the only one with gray hair. "Yes, you. Put back the card you pulled from your sleeve."
"Are you accusing me of cheating, asshole?" The Spaniard was getting heated.
"Mr. Prominent Nose," I said, and the two guys next to my friend burst out laughing. "Can you count the cards? You'll see that you have one more that you couldn't discard."
The guy turned red. The big-nosed man counted, and they immediately kicked him out of the game. I know he'll be waiting for me in the corner to mess with me. We'll see who messes with whom.
"Where are you from?" I looked at Lobo.
"Colombia." The guys raised their eyebrows.
"What are you doing so far away?"
I looked at each of the four unknown men who were still at the poker table.
"They all lead double lives. Identify with them," Roland whispered in my ear. I understood the boss's message.
"Business. I have shares in a construction company. We came from Dubai. This morning we closed a big deal. They were the ones who recommended this place to us. They said they showcase tender meat."
"Married?" I nodded.
"And with two little devils," I replied.
"Kids are sacred," said one of the guys who looked like a weightlifter. He had been next to Lobo.
"Absolutely, but not the ones that aren't mine." I saw the malice in the guys' eyes. I was in.
"And your friend?"
"The quiet ones are usually the most perverted. We've been friends since we were kids. You can't imagine the things we've been through."
"Are you willing to pay?"
"We can negotiate."
We left it at that and continued playing. At that moment, all the cell phones rang, and everyone started looking at them.
"The goods have arrived! Before entering, you must sign several documents. We already know each other in this business."
"Show us to see if we like it. Money doesn't matter. Besides, we're far from Colombia. My wife and kids will never know about my escapades."
The guy smiled. In my mind, I smashed his face until he was toothless, and his nose was a pancake. We must thank the training. On the screen were several photos of children between eight and fourteen years old, boys and girls.
My skin crawled. The photos were the same, just their sad faces, with their age listed on the side. Some were the same age as Enrique, the son of Gladis and Gustavo, my nephew. "Calm down, we're going to screw each one of them."
"I like this one," Lobo said, seeing that I was about to shoot everyone.
"What do we do? We travel on Tuesday."
"On Monday, you need to go to this address." I smiled, took the card, looked at it for a while so the headquarters could investigate, then put it in my jacket pocket. "Once you sign, you can buy what's left."
Why is this guy telling us all this so quickly? The others were just looking at the kids as if they were buying a piece of technology.
"I already bought. Tomorrow I'll have fun." Another one I want to smash his face.
"Friend, we're left without anything to entertain us this weekend," Lobo said. The other members smiled.
"I'm going to buy before they run out."
If my kids ever fall into a network like this... I've never been good, but I never thought of doing something this barbaric.
"When you get to the office, just say Guido sent you." That's the reason; there must be a commission involved.