Billowing smoke came to his face. Several men with burning clothes screamed all the way out of the thick smoke, their hands thumping towards the sky full of despair, and then they rolled on the spot and finally put out the fire on their bodies. , The screams in his mouth did not stop.
Some people staggered out step by step, their bodies... bloody.
Lin Feng, who clung to the steering wheel with both hands, was full of anger and stared straight ahead... Even if he was in this civilized city, he could always see bloodshed, but every time he saw the sacrifice of innocent civilians, his heart was angry. still.
Xia Jinyuan, who stared coldly in front of him, slowly let go of his left hand on the steering wheel. When Lin Feng was backing up just now, he held the steering wheel with one hand and ordered Lin Feng to step on the accelerator and back all the way back.
Otherwise, with Lin Feng's driving skills, it is impossible to go back hundreds of meters in an instant and leave the explosion point.
Ye Jian's right hand has been placed on the car door lock, and seeing the tragic scene ahead, he said dumbly: "Q King..."
She wanted to ask if she could go and help.
Xia Jinyuan's cold eyes were also looking forward. After a long time, he loosened his clenched fists and spit out cold words, "Get out of the car, turn away from the wounded!"
They are not saviors, nor can they be saviors... But if possible, they will help civilians affected by the war as much as possible when time permits.
Ye Jian had already rushed out of the car and went straight to a young mother who was holding the child in her arms. She did not speak, took the child from the young mother's hand, and quickly put it in a safe place.
The members of the Snowy Brigade joined the rescue, but they could only move the injured to a safe place, and nothing else... could do nothing.
Soon, international non-governmental rescue organizations arrived, and people from different countries with different skin colors, faces, and different countries participated in the rescue. After the gunfire, there was finally warmth, and this warmth is exactly what the civilians need.
"retreat."
The special forces of the Snowy Brigade, who participated in the rescue for half an hour, jumped into the car and left in the voice of the captain's command.
A white man looked at the figures who jumped into the car from a distance, and his eyes felt a little bit of inquiry.
When do these TV stations leave the hotel? Why don't they know
Inside the car, V8's eyes kept falling tightly to the white man standing next to the ruins, who looked unusually different. He pressed the corner of his mouth and told his comrades, "I saw the hotel manager standing next to a pile of ruins on the left side of the street."
Yesterday, when V8 was walking in the hotel, I also talked and laughed with the white manager, and I would not admit it was wrong.
The hotel manager was the only one who had seen him. Hearing the words, the other comrades cast their gazes neatly.
The standing white man didn't know that the people in the car had noticed him. When he watched the car drive out, he lowered his head to one of the black men standing beside him and didn't know what he was commanded.
"Back to the hotel." Xia Jinyuan retracted his gaze, and there was a cold floating light in his deep eyes. He had been thinking... Why did the pirates of the Bangan Special Guard kidnap the four Chinese scientists.
If, according to previous guesses, they planned on purpose, then who is behind it? Maybe you can say which country is it from
A white hotel, a group of white people at work, and white people who speak fluent English, appeared in the riot zone again at this time, standing by and watching their vehicles from afar, and now bowed their heads and ordered the black people around... not him I'm worried here, but it's not right when the white manager shows up.