"Don't look." A cold and calm voice came from his ears. Xia Jinyuan, who was driving, spoke. "Marsoon's civil war is continuous, and it is common for children to go on the road. Along the way, you will not see one or two, maybe countless."

Ye Jian said "um" softly, indicating that he knew.

"You will face more tragic scenes in the future. Blue Bird, when you go abroad, especially in the war-torn country, even a three-year-old child cannot believe it. Do you understand?" Xia Jinyuan, who was driving, glanced at her, with sharp and cruel eyes. The dazzling sunlight outside reflected into his pupils. Ye Jian turned his head slightly and saw the cold color in his eyes that was even whiter than the sun. "Remember, kindness does not exist at any time, kindness can only appear at the right time."

Z7, who was sitting behind, was in contact with the country. He heard this sentence and spoke in a solemn voice, "King Q said a lot. I had to see a three-year-old child rushing into a refugee camp with suicide explosives wrapped around him. He told the person who took him in that he was hungry and needed something delicious."

As a result, the person who took him in was also the closest person to him became the first person to die in a suicide bombing.

It was not the child's fault. They were naive and did not know what to use. The child was indeed hungry, but he didn't know that he was carrying a powerful lethal explosive on his body.

But the crazy crimes took advantage of their innocence, their young and ignorantness, and eventually became a mobile weapon that looked like no harm.

After nearly 2 hours of Mercedes-Benz, Xia Jinyuan and his team finally arrived at the city center of Mogadishu. The streets were filled with gun-loading people, and at first glance, there were ruins on both sides of the road. It was difficult to see the houses and buildings intact. The raindrop-like bullet holes on the walls seemed to show the trauma brought by the war to passers-by.

Even if the members of the snow brigade who often perform tasks outside are greatly touched when they see this situation. If a country's government does nothing, then the ultimate harm will only be the working people living at the bottom. When the working people at the bottom are all living in the heat of water, then the country will have no value or significance!

During the day, the city looks like rags, but people come and go, and it is very lively. If it weren't for the ruins, the bullet holes told the Snowland Brigade the danger of the city, otherwise there would be no danger in the place.

"Business, defeat, suffering, sin, wealth, poverty... You can see two extremes here." Xia Jinyuan drove to the door of a relatively good hotel. The cold voice filled the calmness of the war, "This is a war-torn country, blue bird, see clearly."

He finally reminded Ye Jian not to bring peace that he had seen in China to a country full of dangers and could break out at any time.

Otherwise, your fate will be very miserable.

He put his hands on the door lock, and Ye Jian, who was about to get off the car, sat back in the passenger seat and said solemnly to Xia Jinyuan: "I understand!"

In a war-torn country, one lives for desires and fights for desires. Whoever desires have the upper hand will have the greater power. The greater the power, the less they can tolerate them. The war is in full swing, and they will never cultivate without death.

Xia Jinyuan looked at her for a long time, and indeed there was no other impurities in her eyes, so she opened her ear and ordered, ""Ye Jian and I will go to the hotel first, book the room, you five get off the car and move around, learn about the situation around, remember to bring a pistol and contact us at any time."
Chapter completed!