NOVPUB"Prisoner 731281, come for Blood Extraction."
The first prisoner number was called, a white man hesitantly stood up. Not until the prison guard kicked him twice did he reluctantly walk up to the medical personnel.
After a simple disinfection, the medical staff began the Blood Extraction.
Generally, drawing 400 milliliters just fills a blood bag, which is also the blood donation policy implemented in Southeast Asia. This amount typically doesn't cause discomfort.
However, this Blood Extraction wasn't like that. They drew a full two bags, 800 milliliters of fresh blood.
Towards the end, the white prisoner looked paler, clutching his fists tightly, veins bulging on his neck, clearly not in good shape.
Keep in mind, human blood loss exceeding 1000 milliliters can cause hemorrhagic shock. One can imagine how brutal it is to draw 800 milliliters directly.
"Next, number 102128, come over."
"Number 947127, Blood Extraction, hurry up."
"Stomach ache, can't draw blood? Even if you enter your grave today, you still have to donate your blood."
Soon, prisoner after prisoner was forced to complete the Blood Extraction. Bag after bag of blood was put into a refrigerated box for storage.
Resistance happened from time to time, but unfortunately, the prisoners' fists were no match for the prison guards. In the end, everyone obediently had their blood drawn.
Only a few prisoners with infectious diseases were lucky enough to avoid Blood Extraction, as their blood was deemed dirty.
These prisoners felt secretly thankful. Who knew that their dirty blood could become an Amulet at a critical moment?
All the blood was eventually loaded onto refrigerated trucks for unified shipment.
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Mexico!
In an underground warehouse in the slum of the Tijuana Group, the boss of the Tijuana Group, Carter, was meeting with the chairman of CCA, Novartis.
Both sides brought their crew, but in comparison, Carter's men were clearly more superior.
Not only were they all Super Soldiers, but there were also two Genetic Warriors, with cold eyes and three-meter Biological Armor, making Novartis' bodyguards feel a sense of weakness.
"Mr. Carter, we meet again."
Novartis' face no longer held the cold expression he showed to prisoners. Instead, he wore a warm smile and opened his arms for a hug.
This was not their first meeting. The smuggling business of the Tijuana Group spread throughout the United States. Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid, Near-sighted Pill, slimming pills were hot-selling items. Many forces involved in the black and grey markets became distributors of these products, helping to sell these goods. This allowed products from the Jieke Group to flourish on U.S. soil, unable to be banned.
"Let's see the goods first. This is the first blood transaction, Novartis, don't mess me up with some dirty blood, or don't blame me for being merciless."
Carter's gaze turned to the refrigerated trucks brought by Novartis, his attitude not very enthusiastic.
Although Carter's attitude was lukewarm, Novartis didn't show any dissatisfaction, nor did he dare to.
He still wanted to continue distributing goods from the Tijuana Group. The profit margins from products like hair growth liquid were high, the risks low, making it more lucrative than running private prisons.
Even though Novartis' private prisons held tens of thousands of prisoners with occupancy rates over 80%, ensuring steady gains, compared to distributing hair growth liquid, Near-sighted Pills, and slimming pills, the income was still lesser. Only opium could match the profit.
As a clear seller's market, Novartis naturally didn't dare offend Carter.
"Of course, Mr. Carter, you know me; I do business with utmost integrity. All the blood was drawn after health checks, absolutely no problem. You can have your people check it."
Novartis thunderously patted his chest, then turned and waved to his men.
As the refrigerated trucks were opened, what greeted their eyes were rows upon rows of blood bags, densely packed. The sight was enough to drop an ordinary person's jaw.
"Go up and check the quality."
Carter ordered. A team of doctors stepped forward, setting up various instruments for on-site sampling and testing.
"Mr. Carter, about the payment..."
Novartis rubbed his hands, his eyes burning with anticipation.
"If the goods are fine, you will get your payment. Do you still doubt the credibility of the Tijuana Group?"
Carter glanced at Novartis, his imposing presence enough to startle the black-hearted capitalist.
"Of course not, the Tijuana Group has never made a mistake. It's just that the scrutiny within the U.S. is stringent right now, and our previous payment channels were abandoned. We need to find a new safe intermediary route."
"Minor issue, our money can be ready anytime. How to launder it is your own business."
Carter casually chatted with Novartis, watching the blood testing in progress.
After a while, one of the testing doctors nodded to Carter, saying, "Boss, the cargo's perfect, the quality is excellent."
Carter nodded slightly, just about to speak.
Suddenly, one of the Genetic Warriors standing behind Carter moved, lunging forward with a side kick.
Novartis' guard was just about to pull out a mini submachine gun and fire at Carter.
But the Genetic Warrior moved faster, his kick sliced through the air, severing half of the guard's body. The top half hit the wall heavily, splattering blood and flesh on the surrounding guards.
But that wasn't all. The next second, the Genetic Warrior shielded Carter, protecting him by continuously rolling.
Soon after, a bullet shot past. It was from a sniper rifle, an anti-material sniper rifle.
