###Chapter 160 Children's Tragedies - Part 6

###Chapter 160 Children's Tragedies - Part 6

Several men in black pulled me out of the car. Regardless of the fact that I was pregnant, they rudely threw me into another car, then tied my hands and feet, gagged my mouth, and started the car.

I didn't have a chance to make a sound. I watched from afar as they poured gasoline into three or two cars, which were blown up together. I looked at all this unbelievably. There was still a person in the car. How could they just kill a person like that?

Fear, disbelief, anger, and all the other emotions rushed through my body.

I was sweating with pain in my belly, and my legs were trapped by them. I could feel a little crack there, and the baby seemed to be coming out.

The hem of the skirt was drenched and the amniotic fluid broke.

I tried desperately to break my bound legs and spread my legs to have the baby, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break the rope.

On the contrary, my legs were covered with blood. My son and I were connected to each other. I could clearly feel that the amniotic fluid was running out a little bit, and the child's breathing began to be short of breath.

I knew that if the child doesn't come out and the water runs dry, my child would die due to lack of oxygen.

My child would die from lack of oxygen and would suffocate.

At the thought of this, the pain in my heart began to spread. I can't do this. I must give birth to the baby.

After several struggles, I moved the rope a few minutes so that my knees could be slightly apart. I tried to spread my legs as far as I could.

The original car stopped abruptly, the door was opened, and two men dressed in black lifted me out of the car.

My mouth was gagged and I couldn't speak, but they pulled me into the warehouse, which had been cleaned up in advance and didn't look so messy.

"Chief, it looks like she's going to have a baby? Shall we do it now?" One of the men in black spoke.

"Wait a minute!" Another man in black said, "It was ordered that as long as it was after eight o'clock, there would be no need to worry about her life or death. If you look at her now, she won't be struggling for much longer."

When the two men finished, one of the men in black's cell phone rang. The man in black glanced at the caller ID and looked at another man dressed in black. "Master, it's the phone from above!"

The man called the head said, "Pick up!"

Then the man got on the phone. I don't know what the other end of the phone said. The man in black hesitated and said, "Erin, isn't that too cruel? "

When he seemed to hear the affirmative answer on the other end, the man hung up the phone and looked at another man dressed in black. "It was ordered that her legs should be trapped to death. If the baby could not be born and the amniotic fluid ran out, the child would suffocate to death."

Hearing this, the man in black was stunned and said, "Isn't that too cruel? It seems that the child is full-term."

"What the boss meant was that we can double the price. All we had to do was to tie up her legs and leave her here. It was up to her to live or die."

After some consultation, they decided to tie up my legs, and I kept shaking my head for help.

The pain in my lower abdomen was like tens of thousands of needles, and my mouth was blocked by them, and I could only make a whining sound.

When everything was done, the two men in black drove away.

I was left alone in the dark warehouse, and the pain in my lower abdomen went one after another, and I could obviously feel that the child was trying to drill out again.

I tried several times to break free of my bound legs, but the strength of the two men, how strong they were, and how tightly they were tied, I could not break free at all.

The pain was becoming more and more intense, and I can clearly feel the child's struggling movements.

After a few twists and turns, I ran down a little, the amniotic fluid was getting smaller and smaller, and the force that had been trying to drill out was getting smaller and smaller.

I knew that the child was lacking oxygen and was suffocating which made him move less and less.

No, I can't do that. I haven't seen what he looked like. I haven't brought him to the world yet. I can't just let him go.

The pain in my heart and the pain in my lower abdomen afflicted me, and I caught a glimpse of bright light in the dark warehouse.

When I thought of this, I move my body with a glimmer of hope, like the half-body of a snake that has been cut off.

Obviously only two steps away, I seem to have moved all my life, finally reached that lens, I hit it with my head.

The lenses were broken into several pieces, and there was pain on my forehead.

Without thinking about it, I moved my bound hands to the lens and began to cut the rope on my leg bit by bit.

But the hemp rope was very thick, I did not know how long, the palm came from the pain in the heart of the cone, legs, hands are all covered with blood, sticky batter.

But all this cannot be compared, I personally feel that the fetus in the belly bit by bit had no movement.

That kind of pain was really worse than death.

Suddenly there was a roar of thunder and the air was filled with dampness.

The abdominal pain continued, but the originally favorable movement of the child gradually died down. I suddenly froze my body, and the lens in my hand fell off.

My whole body collapsed and the ground was covered with a thick liquid. I didn't know if it was amniotic fluid or blood. I couldn't tell the difference between amniotic fluid and blood.

It began to rain strongly outside the warehouse, the thunder became louder and louder, and the lightning became brighter and brighter.

I seemed to see the child desperately trying to live in the faint flash of lightning, and he struggled to get out again and again.

He must not understand why his mother was not willing to let him out so hard, he must be blaming me, why not let him out, he obviously worked so hard.

I was wrong, I really was wrong, I should not be nostalgic for the warmth of Jordan, should not believe that he can protect the integrity of me and my children, let alone challenge the authority and ruthlessness of Erin and the Biden family.

Blame me for being too stupid, blame me lightly, blame me, blame me. If it were not for me, the child would not be like this, would not leave in such an ugly way.

As time went by, I began to think that it would be better for me to go with my child, at least he was not afraid in the underworld.

If I were with him, he won't be bullied by other imps. I can't protect him in the world, and I can protect him in the underworld.

The door of the warehouse was opened and a strong light came in.

In a daze, I saw a tall man come in. I was so dizzy that I didn't have the strength to open my eyes when I wanted to see what he looked like.

Perhaps this was a door to the underworld, and the door was opened.

Dazed, I seemed to stand up, under my feet was a thick blood-red liquid. I knew in myself that this was my blood.

Subconsciously, I raised my hand to caress my lower abdomen, and it was flat here. I was surprised and subconsciously went around to look for the child.