Chapter 62： living hell

"Sa—Sa—" The breeze flows.

"Humph~yeah~mmmm~"

Myron in the driving position, with his left elbow leaning on the door frame of the lowered window, holding the steering wheel in his right hand, humming and driving the car.

Carl in the back seat twisted and put his hands on the door armrests, looking out the window curiously.

She can see the wild land not far away, and there will be many small animals unique to Africa from time to time, and she can't help but "wow".

After all, they are just kids...

Well, it’s a kid who knows **** quickly, control all kinds of vehicles, and is proficient in fighting.

Looking back at John sitting in the co-pilot, he maintained a rigorous attitude.

carefully checked the floor plan of the Dadab spread on his legs, marking the safe house they were going to.

The intelligence agency of the Kenya base is quite effective. It sniffed out some crises a month ago and purchased a large number of safe houses in Dadaab in advance.

Similarly, Dadabnet still hides several black agents who understand Swahili.

The target location of the three Johns is a safe house located 100 meters west of the Mahamud Manor, and there will be agents to respond.

Then it is familiar with the terrain and waiting.

At 00:00, it launched a surprise attack with the remaining four groups of Spartans and killed Glad Mehamud in one fell swoop.

Although the battle plan is relatively hasty, but with the vigilance of the Mehmoud forces and the extremely backward intelligence network, it has a sufficient success rate.

.

"Humph~Huh?"

Myron, who was paying attention to the road, seemed bored, glanced behind him, smiled and said:

"John, Carl, if we really don't have time to evacuate, will mother block the A-10 airstrike?"

"Number Three."

John put away the map and put it into his trouser pocket, looking forward to the car window and said coldly: "Privately, it is not allowed to call his real name, only the number."

"Okay, don't make it cool, ah."

Myron retracted his left hand to hold the steering wheel firmly, and freed his right hand to hit John's left shoulder.

"Yes, John." Carl hugged the headrest of the passenger seat, leaned out, and smiled softly:

"Mom still supports us in saying names, as long as they carry the major and the instructor on their backs, it's good not to be found."

"..."

John closed his eyes and was silent for a few seconds.

opened his eyes again and answered Mellen’s question: "If my inference is correct, the airstrike the major said should be fake."

"what?"

Myron opened his left eye wide, and said in perplexity, "What did the major do like this?"

"Think with your strengthened brain." John explained quietly:

"The boss once said that the last line of defense for mankind is us.

And not to mention the careful teaching of the major and the instructor, the medicine injected every day may not be measured by money.

So, how could the major actually carry out the bombing? "

"That's right..." Mellen nodded half-knowingly.

"Look!"

At this time, Carl pointed to the front of the car and said with excitement, "The front is the suburb of Dadabu."

Following her words, her eyes focused on the outside of the car.

I only saw the ‘scene’ in those photos, which appeared in front of them alive.

There are unclothed refugees everywhere.

A woman slumped on the ground holding her dead child, her eyes staring at the sky blankly.

There is no tear stains, no sadness, as if I have been used to it for a long time.

Some younger boys have sickly bulging belly, biting their fingers and looking at the cars passing by the road.

There are also several adult men walking towards the thorn bush while pulling a young woman who is extremely resistant.

What refreshes the worldview of the little Spartans is...

In the alleys formed by 　　 canopies, there are warlord militiamen wearing messy uniforms holding Soviet rifles.

These militiamen escorted unresisted refugees to a dug sandpit, and afterwards...

"Papa, papa!"

The harsh gunfire continued throughout the suburbs.

The militiamen ignored the coming and going vehicles, just killing them, repeating the killing mechanically.

death.

is shrouded in this land abandoned by the gods.

.

"Oh my god... vomit..."

Carl sits back in the back seat and covers his mouth with his hands. There is no excitement in the dream of performing the task before.

At this time, her face was horrified, her abdomen kept rolling, desperately holding back the thought of vomiting.

Mellen held the steering wheel steady with both hands, shaking his head constantly.

questioned John: "John, the boss asked us to protect humanity, but...

But even if there are no such anomalies, human beings are fighting each other endlessly. Are human beings worthy of being saved?

Look at this place, it's **** on earth. "

"..."

John's cold face also has some slight changes.

was obviously shocked by the sight in front of him.

But...

"unusual phenomenon?"

But Mellen’s sigh just reminded him.

John thought that everything that happened before him was too abnormal.

Even if the militia has guns, refugees who are far away can still escape.

But the refugees seem to be indifferent. What should they do? After being caught by the militia, they waited for the execution.

unusual phenomenon…

John felt that something was wrong.

He carefully observed all the buildings, people, and vehicles outside the car.

there is nothing suspicious.

The only thing worth noting is that Dadab assumes a large number of tower poles equipped with four loudspeakers (speakers).

is playing repeatedly heard.

John frowned slightly and said to Myron: "No. Three, do you remember the official language of Kenya."

"Huh? Hmm..." Mellen was taken aback, and then tried to recall Halsey's teaching.

said: "I remember Swahili, only a few tribal elders can speak English."

"That's right." John looked around in the car and said solemnly:

"Stay vigilant, don't forget that the intelligence personnel at the base said that the reason why the Mahamud warlord came to Kenya is unknown."

"Yes." (x2)

Myron and Carl nodded in agreement.

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It has been a while since the sedan drove into Dadabo, and it has allowed them to gradually adapt to what is happening outside.

Because the militia did not stop him, all the disguise that Sparta had done before became useless.

But this is a good thing, it can avoid a lot of trouble.

Entering the vicinity of the city center, Mellen follows John's guidance and arrives near the safe house where they need to be on standby.

"哐当—哐当—"

The car stopped in the alley, and the three Spartans got off one by one, and walked out of the alley to observe the surroundings.

Dirt roads, brick houses, and vegetation are exactly the same as the urban style in "Black Hawk Down".

Then, the three of them came to a small two-story brick house and walked to the second floor through the external stairs.

"Dang-Dang-Dangdang." Mellen knocked on the door with a rhythmic signal.

I waited for a few seconds, but the agent who responded was delayed to open the door.

Even those with excellent hearing can vaguely hear the whispers coming from the room:

"Kill...kill? Wait, I am...number...no, I am...I should kill..."