Chapter 1088: Chapter 353: Worse Than Human Trafficking—Black Market Employment Agencies

[Our agent on a secret mission was abducted and sold to a construction site to do cement work, what should we do? Waiting online, urgent!]

Now, not only is the female agent on the frontline bewildered, but even the action leader behind the scenes is holding his head not knowing what to say.

"Could she have been compromised?"

The network agent responsible for adjusting the prosthetic eye surveillance frowned in confusion.

If she hadn’t been compromised, how could things have taken such a turn?

"Doesn’t seem likely."

The leader shook his head.

"If she were compromised, it wouldn’t be this situation."

An on-the-spot arrest, a strategy of feigned retreat to reel in the big fish, or maintaining contact to gradually extract information all make sense, but selling her to do cement work on a construction site is abstract and unexpected.

This isn’t something humans generally orchestrate.

"Could this... be a new method of human trafficking?"

After carefully considering the entire affair, the leader detected a hidden logic.

"Human trafficking?"

The network agent’s eyes widened, unable to comprehend the connection between being taken to a construction site and human trafficking.

"Isn’t human trafficking supposed to sell victims to those clubs or medical companies?" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

With the looks of an operative, being sold to a club would command at least a four-digit price tag, and even a five-digit sum isn’t out of the question if there are connections.

The leader shook his head.

"As far as I know, Horizon Corporation has monopolized all the sex doll clubs on the market and severely cracks down on human trafficking related to that industry. Whether it’s for political show or ulterior motives, as an employee, he shouldn’t dare openly defy company policy."

The network agent inhaled sharply, his body trembling.

"Hiss... Could he be...?"

The leader’s eyes narrowed dangerously, a sign of cautious vigilance.

"That’s right, it seems we underestimated the mission target and didn’t fully investigate this guy’s true identity. His hidden identity should be... a labor dispatch company or a black intermediary!"

"What?!"

"Just as suspected!"

Specialized in deceiving those who have just entered the city or new graduates, using fake contracts and gimmicks to trick them into black factories to exploit their labor.

Exploiting the upstream and downstream of the scheme.

This gang is utterly despicable and filthy!

The entire room fell silent instantly, everyone holding their breath.

Such occupations exist worldwide—this isn’t merely 2025’s FW who only dare to ride on the heads of workers, but an international organization integrating human trafficking, labor dispatch, organ harvesting, drug trafficking, and cross-border smuggling.

It’s not human trafficking, yet it’s eerily similar to human trafficking.

When you think about it, a mother injured, in urgent need of money upon entering the city, isn’t that the perfect material for dumping in a black mine to dig?

With casinos and clubs under control, underground grey industries being hit, isn’t it the time for these people to take the lead?

As for appearance?

In the eyes of the real capitalists, your looks are far less important than your production value.

Regardless of gender, age, or appearance, they won’t hinder them from extracting your surplus value; they’ll only think of ways to maximize your exploitation.

If they can sell you to a brothel, they’ll do so; otherwise, a Cleaner, and lastly, a sweatshop—there’s always a place for you.

"This guy..."

Unmoved by beauty, his mind is only on monetizing the other party.

Several European agents simultaneously thought of those business owners in Europe, practically cut from the same mold!

But it’s precisely because of this that there’s a need to turn him!

You don’t want beauty, but I don’t believe you won’t want money.

"So... should we have her retreat?"

"No!"

The leader rejected this idea.

"Let her continue to infiltrate the construction site. There must be a lot of shady business going on there. It’d be best if she could find some dirt against Horizon Corporation, which would greatly aid in our actions against them."

"Additionally, continue attempting to contact the target. Our activity funds are sufficient, so lure him boldly. I don’t believe he won’t take the bait."

"What? You still want me to stay here and do cement work?!"

Upon hearing the order, Jasieya nearly lost her mind.

She looked at the vibrator in her hand and the cement splatter all over her body, feeling like there was a vibrator in her brain mixing her brain matter into a smooth paste.

"That’s an order."

"Orde..."

She almost blurted out why not order your mother to come here, but for her own life, she held back.

She was dispatched from Cuba; in the eyes of these European lords, she was nothing more than a disposable pawn. In Havana, she was just another tool to be discarded at will.

These people are beyond her reach; she can only swallow her bitter defeat.

"Additionally, a large group of hackers is stationed in Taiping Continent, and surveillance is very tight. Until key intelligence is obtained, refrain from contacting us."

"I... I... got it."

Jasieya wiped away her tears, suppressing her grievances, thinking only about how to kill that sneaky human trafficker once the mission was complete.

Fueled by anger, she thrust the vibrator into the concrete fiercely, imagining it as West Fire Grass, yearning to pierce it through.

"I’ll stab you to death! I’ll stab you to death!"

And in response to her actions, a hard punch landed on her head.

"You idiot! Is this how you work?!"

With her skills, no ordinary person could sneak up on her, but the attacker was quick, clearly an expert too.

Jasieya turned back angrily from the pain in her head, seeing a sharp-toothed red-haired woman with modified red prosthetic eyes glaring at her menacingly.