"Don't look." A cold and steady voice came from the ear, Xia Jinyuan who was driving, "Mazoo's civil war is continuous, and it is very common for children on the road. All the way, you will not see one or two, maybe See countless."
Ye Jian said in a low voice, indicating that he knew.
"You will face even more tragic scenes in the future, Blue Bird, when you go abroad, especially in a war-torn country, even a three-year-old child can't believe it, okay?" Xia Jinyuan, who was driving, glanced at her, his eyes sharp and harsh, and the outside was dazzling. The sunlight reflected in his pupils, Ye Jian tilted his head slightly, and saw that his eyes were paler and colder than the sunlight. “Remember, kindness does not exist at any time. Kindness can only exist at the right time. The right environment can be owned."
The Z7 sitting behind was in contact with the country. He said in a solemn voice, "Wang Q was right. I once saw a three-year-old child with suicide explosives wrapped around his body and charged into a refugee. In the camp, he told his host that he was hungry and needed something delicious."
As a result, the person who took him in was also the person closest to him became the first person to die in the first suicide bombing.
It wasn't the child's fault. They were naive and didn't know what to use. The child was indeed hungry, but they didn't know that he was carrying a powerful explosive.
But crazy criminals took advantage of their innocence, took advantage of their youth and ignorance, and finally became a mobile bomb that seemed harmless.
After nearly 2 hours of Mercedes-Benz, Xia Jinyuan and the others finally came to the center of Mogadishu. The streets were full of people with guns and bullets. Both sides of the road were full of ruins. It is difficult to see that the buildings are in good condition. Undamaged, the raindrop-like bullet holes on the wall seem to show the trauma of the war to the passing pedestrians.
Even the members of the Snow Brigade who often perform missions outside cannot help but be greatly moved when they see this situation. If the government of a country does nothing, then it will only be the working people living at the bottom that will be harmed in the end, and the working people at the bottom will all live in water, and then the country will have no value and meaning.
Although the city is very shabby during the day, people come and go, and it is very lively. If it weren't for the ruins and bullet holes to tell the snowy brigade of the city's dangers, there would be no danger.
"Prosperity, depression, suffering, crime, wealth, poverty... Here you can see the two extremes." Xia Jinyuan drove the car and parked to the door of a relatively good hotel, the cold voice filled with the peace of the war. "This is a war-torn country, Blue Bird, take a good look."
He finally reminded Ye Jian not to bring the peace that he had seen in the country to a country full of dangers and gun battles might break out at any time.
Otherwise, your end will be miserable.
Putting his hands on the door locks, Ye Jian, who was about to get off the car, sat back in the passenger seat again, and solemnly said to Xia Jinyuan, "Understood!"
A war-torn country is born for desire and fights for desire. Whose desire has the upper hand will have greater power. The greater the power, the less tolerant of others. Wars are raging and endless.
Xia Jinyuan looked at her for a long time and made sure that there were no other impurities in her eyes. Then he turned on the headset and ordered, "Ye Jian and I will go to the hotel and book the room. The five of you will get off the car and move around to find out about the surroundings. The situation, remember to bring a pistol and keep in touch."