Chapter 11, From One Purgatory to Another Purgatory (Part 1)
In early autumn, in eastern Ukraine, a remote village in the Donbas region
The rude laughter of soldiers and thugs, the desperate screams of women and children, the rising black smoke, the rumble of artillery in the distance, the circling flocks of croaking crows, the Nazi swastika flag fluttering in the wind, and The crazy shouting of "Kill the Russians, kill more Russians"...
With the entry of a group of thugs carrying swastika flags, this once peaceful and leisurely small Russian village fell into hell in an instant.
——Some people may think that this scene took place in the Soviet-German War era, which made military fans excited, but in fact it happened in the 21st century when the smoke of World War II has long since dissipated. As for these Hitler admirers who carry Nazi swastika flags and mostly have bald heads and tattoos, they are not "noble Germans", but an independent battalion of the National Guard sent by the Kiev government to suppress "eastern terrorists".
In short, after a lapse of seventy years, the swastika flag finally flew again in this land where the Soviet Red Army and the Nazi German army once fought to the death.
Everything seemed like history repeating itself.
However, the Soviet Red Army that once defended this land under the sickle and hammer flag no longer exists.
The best garden villa in the village has been requisitioned by this independent battalion from Kiev. It is currently equipped with a full set of mobile hospital surgical equipment and connected to a micro emergency generator. The smell of disinfectant and blood is everywhere. , and there are several people in white coats coming in and out from time to time... However, as long as you look at One glance at the "human circle" enclosed by a high-voltage electric grid in the backyard of the villa, as well as the civilians and prisoners who were tied up inside and howling in despair from time to time, as well as the piles of corpses piled in the ditch outside the door, waiting to be buried. This is not a field hospital, but a Nazi-style death camp.
In the same way, these guys in white coats are not angels in white who save lives and heal the wounded, but evil doctors with no conscience. After every "operation", there will be several or even a dozen disemboweled corpses. The corpses were thrown out like pigs that failed quarantine in a slaughterhouse, making this place look like a man-eating lair of abyssal demons and a bloody altar where the Mayan civilization of Central America sacrificed living people.
——In order to extract money from prisoners more efficiently, this modern concentration camp no longer uses "backward and wasteful" gas chambers.
Accompanied by several sharp horns, a Humvee military vehicle slowly drove into the courtyard of the villa, and out came a bearded man wearing camouflage uniforms and a bandage on his head, who looked like an officer. Before he could even walk into the room, he saw two doctors in white coats working together to pull out a brown-haired boy with a cart from the room who had been disemboweled without even stitching up the wound. Throw it into the trench outside the door.
When the sentry standing at the door saw this, he deftly took off his rifle and inserted a bullet into the young man's forehead to "help" this unlucky young man who had just had several organs removed and did not know whether he was dead or alive. The pain also wiped out the beginning and end of their sinful behavior.
"...Doctor Hans, good afternoon." Seeing this, the bearded Ukrainian officer quickly stepped forward to stop a doctor in a white coat, and greeted him in somewhat stiff German, "...How are you, I'm free now. ”
"...Well, it's okay now. It was the last 'raw material' for today's booking process. There will be no surgery to do next."
Dr. Hans from Germany was washing his hands by the sink while pouting at the body of the young boy with intestinal diarrhea that had just been thrown into the trench, "...but, I didn't ask you to come over in the morning on the radio. Is this a one-time trip? Why did you wait until now?”
"...I'm sorry, doctor, but I really can't get away in the morning. Some soldiers on the front line are slacking off and making trouble. They said that they have served on the front line for three months and have fulfilled the time stipulated in the contract, although they have not fought anything. It was a tough battle, but I also endured a lot of hardships. The food was even worse than a dog. I only had black bread every day. It was worthy of this swastika flag. , now either let them go home, or give them a raise in salary and better food," the Ukrainian officer lamented, "...it's useless to say anything, but many of the people making trouble are the children of my old friends, even some. My relatives and nephews really couldn’t suppress it, so in the end I had to pay them some travel expenses and let them go home.”
"...Isn't this something to be expected?!" Dr. Hans whistled, then lit a cigarette and started smoking, "...Seriously, for people like you, you have to pay for your own expenses for food, clothing, housing and transportation. , you need to buy your own firearms to fight, and you need to pay for medicine yourself when you are injured. It is a 'self-service' army with only a dozen dollars a month and arrears. Not to mention serving for three months, I think serving for three days is already a great contribution. Spiritual.”
"...Yes, we poor Ukrainian guys who can't drink vodka are certainly no match for the fat civil servants and young soldiers raised by you Germans on beer and sausages. Even the field rations supported by the United States have been taken to the black market by the Kiev authorities. Sell it online, but you can't find it on the front line.
Alas, since we can't expect the damn Kiev authorities to provide money to support us, we can only do it ourselves, recycle waste, and make money from these damn Russians. Everything is for Ukraine’s democracy and freedom! "The bearded Ukrainian major sighed, "...Forget it, let's stop talking nonsense, my time is very tight. Has the money arrived in Berlin? ”
"...Well, the payment for the last batch of goods has been paid. Two hundred euros for each kidney and six hundred euros for each heart... After deducting the intermediary's service fee and erasing the fraction, the total is twenty-five thousand. Euros. You can check your account now.”
Dr. Hans shrugged and ordered his assistant to hand the Ukrainian officer a laptop connected to a satellite dish.
"...Oh! This is simply a shady price given by Grandet or the Jews!" The Ukrainian major complained with some dissatisfaction while checking the account, but did not raise any more objections - after all, if it were not for this German The doctor and the organization behind him have no connections and skills to do such a business. "...By the way, doctor, you seemed to have said on the military radio before that there is a new 'business' today?"< br>
"...Well, yes, the hospital in Berlin has just placed a new order from us, ordering 7 hearts, 9 kidneys, and 5 lungs. But the request must be from living people, not from the dead. These organs are removed from the body, otherwise the product will be of poor quality and may be rejected.”
Dr. Hans handed over another fax document and said to the Ukrainian major, "...By the way, because several patients can't hold on any longer, this order is urgently needed. It's best within a week." The goods will arrive within a few days, I hope you can send at least thirty 'raw materials', it should be fine!"
"...No problem? Damn it! The problem is huge! The situation on the front line has not been good recently. Those rebels have received large sums of funding from the **** and are launching a counterattack. We already have several independent battalions and independent brigades here. We are surrounded, and my troops may retreat at any time. Where can I find them? Kung Fu helps you capture so many 'raw materials'?" The Ukrainian major curled his lips and looked up at the "human circle" behind a barbed wire fence, and found a few huddled figures inside, "...Isn't that over there? There are still some people locked up, why are they left unused?”
"...Why not use them? Do you think that modern organ transplantation is just to find a living person or a fresh corpse, remove the heart, liver, lungs and kidneys, then wrap it in oil paper, send it back to Germany in a postal parcel, and finally Is it so easy to install it on the patient?
Mr. Major, if that were the case, every crematorium or field hospital would probably have made a fortune from corpses!
In fact, we must capture a sufficient number of living people in advance and conduct a series of tedious medical examinations while they are still alive. At the very least, basic examination items such as blood routine, liver function, and color ultrasound must be qualified, and they must be consistent with those who need transplantation. The patient must be a perfect match. Otherwise, it may lead to severe rejection after the transplant operation, which would be worse than no transplant at all.
In addition, the removed organs must be stored in special containers and cannot be stuffed into the refrigerator. Even so, they cannot be stored for too long, no more than twenty-four hours at most, otherwise they can only be used as specimens. . Therefore, when we start to remove the organs here, Germany has to prepare for the operation on the patient at the same time. If there is a delay in any link, the organ transaction will be in vain! ”
In line with the unique rigid spirit of the Germans, Dr. Hans reprimanded the major with an arrogant face, "...In short, I have disposed of all the 'raw materials' that can be used here. The rest. These people can't even pass the blood test. How do you want me to use them? Should I pick off their internal organs and make offal soup? Mr. Major, if you want more money, please send me more money. Come over with more ‘raw materials’”
"...Okay! Okay! I understand, but there are really no prisoners of war, and it will be very troublesome to arrest people in nearby villages - our organ business seems to have leaked some news, and recently there may be EU People came to investigate, and the higher-ups hinted that we should be more restrained..."
The Ukrainian major vomited his bitterness to the German doctor, but then changed the subject, "...However, I still have several deserters from other units in my hands. I originally planned to shoot them in public, but now I will bring them all to you. The price is whatever it can be sold for..."
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On the other side, in the "human circle" behind the high-voltage power grid, Sophie, who had been thrown here less than a day ago, but was already in ragged clothes and with bruises on the corners of her mouth, hugged Sonia, who was trembling slightly in her arms, and said with despair And his angry eyes stared at the two humanoid demons who were talking loudly in the yard.
Although the warm sunshine shone on her body, she only felt waves of bone-chilling coldness.
God! They are openly selling the human organs of their own countrymen! Treat living humans as lambs in a slaughterhouse!
Damn it! These neo-Nazis who openly advocate democracy and freedom are actually doing such crazy and evil things behind the scenes. How are they any different from the German Nazi SS who used human skin as lampshades 70 years ago?
Fortunately, I thought that after so many years after World War II, Europeans should become more civilized... Sophie thought desperately.
The two thugs who planned to kill people and sell their organs seemed not to regard the "raw materials" behind the barbed wire as human beings, or they thought they could not understand German. But little did they know that Sophie had already learned German extremely fluently twenty years ago - from the crotch of a German prostitute!
In the past twenty years, she has changed from an innocent and kind-hearted pure girl to a promiscuous lady who is proficient in bed skills. However, compared with those Ukrainian blond girls who were addicted to drugs or AIDS and died in foreign countries with ulcers all over their bodies, Sophie originally thought she was lucky, because she finally survived those unbearable years and brought her with her. He returned to his hometown with the savings from years of selling himself and built his own home again.
However, this luck came to an abrupt end this year - as if in the blink of an eye, the overwhelming war and smoke tore apart the poorest country in Europe. The house she had finally built with her life savings was also destroyed by the war. was burned to rubble. Ms. Sophie, who lost her home again, joined the militia and guerrillas in anger, but she was helpless as a prostitute. She was not good at carrying a gun. When she participated in the battle for the first time last night, she was unfortunately left behind and captured. After that, she was first tortured and beaten, and then was thrown into this death camp.
Next, Sophie saw with her own eyes what a more cruel hell on earth was.
"... Last week, they arrested our family. The day before yesterday they took away my father, and yesterday they took away my mother. They never came back... My sister and brother were killed by shells last month. , it will probably be my turn next, guerrilla aunt.”
The little blond girl Sonia lying in her arms told her tragic experience in an indescribable dull tone, "...I once heard the story of "Zoya and Shula", and I also know these What will the Nazis probably do to me? I don’t have a home anymore, so I’m not afraid of death, really... But, guerrilla aunt, please tell me, will your people defeat these Nazis and avenge us?”
"...Yes! It will definitely happen!" Sophie lowered her head and sobbed and replied - what a lovely child, as delicate and beautiful as a flower, but now it is about to wither under the clutches of the Nazis, "...our ancestors once Having defeated the Nazis, we will definitely defeat the neo-Nazis now!”
With tears in her eyes, she comforted Sonia so much, and was pleased to see a smile appear on the little girl's lips.
Although this still cannot change their desperate fate of being disemboweled and dead without any body parts.
However, at this moment, Sophie felt the cell phone in her inner pocket vibrate suddenly. After being captured last night, the enemies seemed to be quite amateurish and did not search her carefully, so that Let Sophie successfully bring the phone in.
However, this place has been turned into a scorched earth, and there is still a mobile phone signal?
Sophie thought doubtfully, but she still paid close attention to the movements of the guarding soldiers and carefully opened her mobile phone - she had made up her mind, even if she couldn't see the dawn of victory with her own eyes, even if she couldn't wait for her comrades rescue, even though he and Sonia were afraid She may not be able to leave here alive, but she at least wants to spread the tragedy here, so that everyone who still has kindness and justice in their hearts will know what heinous things these crazy neo-Nazis have done. Atrocities...
Then, she and Sonia saw a strange dialog box on the screen of the mobile phone:
"...Want to know the meaning of life? Do you want to truly...live? YES/NO? What does this mean?"
Sophie and Sonia exchanged confused looks, and then Sonia tried to stretch out her finger and pressed "YES".
The next moment, they found themselves in darkness...
And then, the two ill-fated blond women, one older and one younger, disappeared without a trace from the neo-Nazi death camp. ——Although, this seems to be just jumping from one purgatory to another...