The broken six-wheeled armored vehicle also has clear marks on it. It is a vehicle of the United Nations Rescue Organization, specializing in rescue activities in various disaster areas.

Looking at this vehicle, the vehicle that once fought was only one shell left, becoming the garbage can here.

"That's what the United Nations uses to transport supplies and rescue you, right? Why are some people attacking them?" Si Fan asked in confusion.

These people came here to bring peace to them.

Speaking to the walkie-talkie, Joshua, the guide opposite, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally said calmly: "Maybe the one who killed them did not give them their supplies to him, so use RPG to kill these people?"

He didn't have much confidence in what he said, but what Si Fan could hear was indifference and absolute indifference. He said this was like whether he usually ate buns or wontons at night.

However, that represents the person who is truly and sincerely coming to help them.

No wonder there is no UN rescue in Mogadishu now, and no one comes to pay attention to them again. The Knights of Malta may be the last one to believe them, and then... the regiment was destroyed.

The car drove through the street. After more than ten years, the original road had turned into a broken land. There were a bit of bumpy driving on it. Si Fan felt that if he had been driving on such a road for a few hours, he would have been motion sickness.

Finally, half an hour later, he came to a slum that looked very ordinary, or the entire Mogadishu was a slum, but there were no residents nearby, all of which were broken walls and ruins. The exquisite carvings on abandoned houses in the city told Si Fan that there was once a very good life here. The Mogadishu people were very happy. They had their own houses, their own laws, and even their own beautiful lives and industries.

But a civil war made them what they are now, or there are countless people behind them.

The arms dealers must be the first to bear the brunt.

"Boss, we have arrived at the place where the shadows fell, but there is no more plane here." Joshua said on the intercom.

"Then let's get off the car." Si Fan said.

As soon as the words ended, all the Terminators had already gotten off the car in front. They started to clear the field with their tactical backpacks on their backs. They occupied all the nearby commanding heights before sending a safety signal to Si Fan.

That’s right, in Mogadishu, the most dangerous place in Somalia must be kept on alert at all times, otherwise death may come to you at any time. Moreover, the whole of Mogadishu knows that a group of Chinese people came by private jets.

Getting a safe signal, Si Fan opened the car door and walked two out of the car.

When your feet land, the first feeling is hard.

That's right.

The ground is very hard and dry. You can see the flying dust when you step on the ground with your feet gently. The scorching sun shines on your body. It feels uncomfortable, just like lamb placed on the grill. After a while, you are already sweating profusely. Even Hao Sifan feels like it.

It seems that I am about to be roasted out of oil.

This is almost like cumin and chili noodles.

"Joshua, tell me the story of that time. I want to know the true story of the Black Hawk when it fell, and some things about Mogadishu, such as the guy named Aidid." Si Fan said to his guide. He was approaching Si Fan now under the awesome gaze, but with the Terminator T800 around him. If Joshua had bad intentions, Si Fan definitely believed that the awesome comrade would kill him in 1 second, before he raised his hands.

Joshua had just passed the battle between heaven and man, but in the end he surrendered to Si Fan's powerful combat power and Franklin, who exuded the fragrance of banknotes.

They only charge US dollars.

Now this guy is very honest. After Si Fan asked about these things, he started to talk a lot on the spot and told Si Fan about the accident that year.

But the first thing he explained was around him.

"This is my home. I used to have three brothers and parents. But they all died in that war." This was the first thing he said, and then he took Si Fan to the side.

Before the Black Hawk fell, Mogadishu was not a good place. A civil war turned Mogadishu into a purgatory on earth. The flames burned the entire city. It was the flame of bullets that penetrated people's bodies and brought them to hell.

On the side of the road, a huge iron canned house attracted Si Fan's attention. There was no one who was doing random graffiti on it. Maybe someone was urinating there, and huge flies were constantly hovering.

However, Si Fan felt cold in his heart when he saw it. This city is indeed a terrifying city. I don’t know how many people died in it at the beginning. Si Fan couldn’t judge.

But it is certain that the people who die here are absolutely in pain.

"This is for the execution of women and children. They will be driven here and then shot outside with heavy machine guns. If anyone can escape, he can survive." Joshua said.

After hearing his words, Si Fan felt a chill for no reason. Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and seemed to hear the howlings of countless unjust souls.

This is a box of blocks, like a large can, about two or three meters high. Si Fan didn't know what it was used to, but it was covered with bullet marks of heavy machine gun bullets, and there was also a scar left by a mortar shell in the bottom left corner. In the garbage dump, Si Fan even saw the eggshell of a shell.

But he knew that this was definitely not the original shell that broke the iron box.

The ground was very clean and there was no bloody smell. More than ten years were enough to smooth out the scars of that year, but the bullet marks were still reminding Si Fan that this was a different world, and the jungle law is believed here.

"Then what else is there?" Si Fan said.

He wanted to listen to this guy tell him a little story.

However, Joshua was very interested and actually lobbyed Sifan.
Chapter completed!