Chapter 49 War

"...In the United States, I have a big company. I am very optimistic about your ability. If you want, you can drive for me. Don't worry about the green card, the congressman and I are very familiar..." Roberts spit and bragged against the co-pilot. The driver, who was wearing a red hood with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, was chatting with Roberts happily.

Immigrating to the United States is a dream for those born in hell.

boom!

Cobweb-like cracks spread to the edges of the windows, and the glass fluttered into the car like snowflakes.

"shit!"

Roberts immediately rolled under the seat, reached out and grabbed the steering wheel, gritted his teeth to hold back the bruise on his head cut by the glass, and stopped the car.

The driver, who used to have a smile on his face, now has terrifying blood holes all over his head and chest.

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The body of the car swayed violently, knocking the unsuspecting refugees to the ground. Jiang Chen grabbed the steel bar behind him, and with the other hand, he tipped over in horror to the door of the car and pulled Aisha back. .

The truck swayed on the sand for a while, but luckily it didn't roll over and stopped.

There was chaos in the car.

The women held their heads, trembling and whimpering. The man who stood firm from the panic also had panic written all over his face. He hugged the scattered luggage to his chest, and stayed where he was at a loss.

There is no doubt that it is the people of IS.

Then it's basically a death sentence.

"What happened, damn...Are you alright?" Jiang Chen gritted his teeth and gasped, pulling Aisha up.

Aisha looked at Jiang Chen and shook her head flatly. There was a trace of blood hanging from the corner of her mouth, which may have been broken when she fell. However, it was fortunate that he was not thrown out.

"IS slave hunters, they are active in the desert and occasionally visit villages. Women are pulled by them as sex, slaves, men are killed or forced into their ranks... Can you give me a bullet? If I go chaste, I can go to heaven."

"No." Jiang Chen grinned.

That smile made Aisha startled slightly.

"Then I will pray for you." The girl lowered her eyes, her black hair stained with oil blocking her eyes.

"Prepare to fight." Nick is worthy of being an experienced fighter. He had already copied the M27 in his hand, snapped the bolt of the gun, and stuck it on the door of the truck.

I don't know what happened to Roberts... Jiang Chen couldn't help but murmured in his heart, took out his Type 11 tactical pistol, and quickly put it on the other side of the door under the instruction of Nick's gesture.

The refugees in the carriage looked at the two in horror, shrank back and hugged their heads, praying that they would not be injured by stray bullets, and that it was these two who would win.

There was the sound of machine guns in the distance, but the bullets did not hit the car, but were placed in the empty space.

A Toyota pickup with a machine gun parked on the side of the van, and several masked soldiers jumped out of the car with rifles.

"I surrender!" Roberts skillfully put his head in his hands and climbed out of the co-pilot's seat. He is very aware of his combat effectiveness, and it is already very reluctant not to hold back.

The IS soldier looked white,

Immediately, there was ecstasy on his face, he turned back and shouted to the officer, and then glared at Roberts' face with the butt of a gun, knocking him to the ground.

"Behind the search, hurry up!" The officer carried the AK and walked in front of Roberts, then grinned, revealing a mouth full of white teeth.

Roberts raised his head and smiled with an expression about to cry, but he responded with a direct kick in the face.

"Pull in the car and exchange for the ransom!" The officer greeted the younger brother beside him, lifted Roberts up, and dragged him towards the Toyota pickup.

Hearing this sentence, Roberts was secretly relieved, this group of people did not seem to be chasing from Hadisse Town. If you let these demons know that they are escaped hostages, they may have their limbs chopped off and videotaped by now.

As long as you don't die, there is still a chance.

Two soldiers with AKs walked towards the back of the carriage with relaxed expressions on their faces, and opened the curtain behind the carriage with a smile.

This is a fat shortage, although the captured slaves are not their property. But even if they choose to "enjoy" in advance, who will punish them?

Two shots were fired outside the door, and the two demons smiled at each other as they listened with satisfaction to the almost hoarse screams coming from the inside of the carriage. Then the man on the right held the AK in his left hand, and climbed onto the truck first while supporting the steps.

There were fearful eyes in the van, and there was nothing more tyrannical than fear.

The murderous terrorist had a cruel grin on his face.

A big hand stretched out from the darkness, and the power like a polar bear twisted the fragile neck with a snap. Jiang Chen was more direct. He swung his arm down like a hammer, smashing the head of the man in front of him to the ground, and died.

After all, it is twice the power of ordinary people.

"I went from the side of the van to the front of the van to save Roberts. You draw their attention at the rear of the van, watch out for the machine gun." After speaking, Nick quickly jumped out of the car.

Jiang Chen shook his slightly numb right hand. He had intended to use the pistol grip to smash the man's head, but he didn't expect that the forearm hit the back of the man's head.

But the effect is the same.

It seems that I still have to learn the skills of fighting, and it is still a bit reluctant to rely on brute force all the time. Jiang Chen sighed, then picked up the AK on the ground and jumped out of the car.

Jiang Chen, who jumped out of the car, took the AK and turned out of the back of the car, facing the pickup truck with a screeching noise, which caught the terrorists by surprise. At this time, Roberts had not been dragged into the truck, and the thought of the gunshots scared the terrorists who dragged him to the side, and then grabbed the rifle at his waist and started fighting back.

The muzzle of the machine gun was turned, and the machine gunner pulled the trigger unequivocally and poured fire on Jiang Chen. Furious nitrogen gas was blown out from Jiang Chen's right arm, blocking all the bullets.

"What's that!" The officer who was lying on the back of the car got up in embarrassment, put his head out of the bunker and glanced at Jiang Chen's position, with a shocked expression on his face.

"I don't know! Bullets can't go through!" The machine gunner held the machine gun with a grim face, trying to tear Jiang Chen apart with firepower, but it was in vain.

click!

Bullets emptied.

The lieutenants on both sides hurriedly took out their AKs and shot Jiang Chen to buy time for the machine gunners to change their ammunition. However, at this moment, the bullets shot from the side accurately killed them all.

Nick took the M27 and started the attack.

Jiang Chen's nitrogen armor was also approaching its limit. With Nick's unexpected firepower, he raised the AK and fired indiscriminately. If he couldn't hit anyone, he didn't need to worry. As for that recoil, it's almost negligible for his 25 muscle strength.

"Damn it! Take that white man as a hostage, get up!" The officer, unable to lift his head under the fire from the two, yelled at the people beside him.

The soldier next to Shapo was also panicked. Seeing that he couldn't hit Nick hiding behind the car engine, he killed two of his companions, so he reached out and grabbed Roberts. However, when he looked back, what he saw was a dark muzzle.

"fu-ck-U" Roberts pulled the trigger viciously. At this moment, in his hand, he was holding a pistol picked up from Nick's knocked-down corpse.

The officer saw Roberts' change and hurriedly aimed the AK at Roberts, but the impact from the side blasted him 10 meters away like a cannonball. The sudden burst of impact shattered almost every inch of his ribs.

Jiang Chen put away the nitrogen armor that was about to overheat in his right hand, and then looked at the machine gunner in the back of the carriage, clutching his belly dying, and raised his hand to make a shot.

"Boss, are you alright." Nick stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pick up Roberts, who was lying on the ground.

"Shit, it really hurts me." Roberts covered his bruised face, stood up cursing, then tilted his head and asked Jiang Chen, "Is that guy dead?"

"I guess the sternum is broken. It's the same whether you die or not." Jiang Chen shrugged.

"Nice job." Roberts raised his hand and fired two shots in the direction of the officer's feet. The man lying on the ground opened and closed his mouth weakly, and he didn't even have the strength to scream.

"What now?" Nick stepped forward to check the Toyota pickup. "The gasoline is still enough for about 200 kilometers. We can go to Tikrit by ourselves."

"That's it." Roberts limped over to the van and took off the spare fuel and water tanks hanging on the side, which were on their original car.

"Where are the refugees?" Jiang Chen glanced at the back of the truck and asked casually.

Both Roberts and Nick looked at Jiang Chen with strange eyes.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Chen asked with a wry smile.

"Man," Roberts threw the supplies that belonged to them onto the car, and then patted Jiang Chen's shoulder, "Since the IS patrol team has reached this position, it proves that Tikrit has probably changed hands. Humane Leave it to the United Nations to have a headache, we don't belong here, there is no need to feel a headache for them. With enough oil, we can go directly to Baghdad, and it is enough to remind them of the danger ahead. If we go together, they will The goal is too big.”

"My advice is the same as the boss." Nick took a black pen from his pocket, climbed on the hood, and drew strange symbols on the roof of the car.

"Okay," Jiang Chen shrugged, although he was very sympathetic to those refugees, he had already understood the truth that redundant sympathy is equivalent to fatality, "Then, let me inform...you drew this. What is it?"

"USA flag, lest the drone blow us up." Nick wiped the sweat from his forehead and said flatly.

Black absorbs heat. Even thermal imaging equipment can see the USA symbol written on the roof, which prevents accidental bombing by air strikes.

Anyway, this car is also IS.

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Jiang Chen lifted the cloth behind the hood, and looked at him with fearful eyes.

"...Tikrit is in danger, IS may have occupied it, Baghdad is safe...that's all." Jiang Chen was really uncomfortable with the atmosphere here, took a deep breath and said.

He believed that there must be someone here who could understand English. Sure enough, there was a commotion of whispering among the refugees. It can be seen that they are very panicked by this news.

As for whether they want to listen or not, that has nothing to do with him.

With a sigh, Jiang Chen turned around to leave, but a hand gently grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"Um?"

Jiang Chen turned around and was stunned when he saw the girl with a dirty face.

Beneath the dry, greasy black hair were pleading and determined eyes. She said a series of words in Islamic language, but Jiang Chen couldn't understand it at all, so he shook his head with a wry smile. It seems that because this sentence is very troublesome, the girl does not know how to express it in English.

Maybe hungry?

After thinking for a while, Jiang Chen took out a packet of cookies and handed it to her.

However, the girl shook her head, hesitated for a moment, and then opened her mouth with a hoarse voice.

"Please take me away."

Jiang Chen was stunned, smiled, and just wanted to refuse, but he met those pleading eyes.

"...take humanitarian aid and see if any Saudi or Turkish man is willing to buy me home..."

For some reason, Jiang Chen suddenly remembered what the girl said yesterday.

That sentence pierced his heart a little.

Opening his mouth slightly, Jiang Chen looked at the girl's dirty face, but didn't speak for a while.

Sighed.

Sympathy floods again...

"Keep up." Jiang Chen sighed, turned and jumped out of the car.

On the girl's stiff face, there was a rare hint of joy. She prayed sincerely, and then followed Jiang Chen out of the caravan.

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"Finally back, hurry up and hit the road," Roberts suddenly noticed the girl behind Jiang Chen, his eyes instantly became ambiguous when he looked at Jiang Chen, and he whistled.

Nick, the normally expressionless polar bear, also gave Jiang Chen an ambiguous look.

"It's not what you think." Jiang Chen smiled bitterly.

"What are you going to do with her? Why don't you just come to America and hang out with me, Utah supports polygamy." Jiang Chen sat in the co-pilot seat, Roberts patted his shoulder and smiled.

"Following you to be wanted by the FBI?" Jiang Chen gave him a blank look.

"Ahem, not in the future. Since I escaped alive, many things have become different." Roberts started the car. From that young face, Jiang Chen saw a touch of sophistication and cunning that was far from his age.

Jiang Chen leaned on the co-pilot and said nothing more.

"I'm serious, my brother. Who hasn't had a bad time? Not to mention someone in a dangerous business like ours. If you can't get along over there, come to me." Roberts said it flatly, but Jiang Chen could hear the sincerity.

"I'm a serious businessman now." Jiang Chen laughed, but he silently remembered what Roberts said.

"Bullshit, haha." Roberts held the steering wheel and smiled.

Nick and Aisha sat in the back row, and the two gourds naturally didn't say a word. Nick was wearing sunglasses, probably closing his eyes and resting, while Aisha looked at the back of Jiang Chen's head for a long time and opened her mouth slightly, but said nothing.

"Roberts speaks Islamic." Nick, who was leaning on the chair, said suddenly, and the corner of his beard full of mouth evoked an interesting arc.

Aisha was stunned, a grateful expression on her face. After hesitating for a moment, she mustered up the courage and said the words again.

Roberts, who was chatting with Jiang Chen, was suddenly stunned, and then gave Jiang Chen an ambiguous look.

"What did she say?" Jiang Chen noticed Roberts' eyes and asked with a wry smile.

"...I pray to Allah that if you can punish the devils who do evil under the guise of his mercy, you will come back victorious. Even if you believe in paganism, I would like to be your wife as a gift of the desert. I will be like a camel docile, serve you and your other wives, I just ask you to give me a place... hiss--sick to death. I have to translate it into English and then into Chinese, there may be deviations, but that's probably what it means ."

Roberts used a quick smirk to suppress an internal injury-like expression, and looked at Jiang Chen teasingly.

"...Fuck." Jiang Chen smiled bitterly, and only squeezed out such a sentence for a long time.

"Utah in the United States allows polygamy, does it need a green card?" Roberts grinned.

"...you keep it for yourself." Jiang Chen said.

He has no plans to go abroad for the time being.

"Yes, the marriage certificate is just a copy. A Hong Konger surnamed Chen I know has ten wives, although none of them have received a certificate." Roberts said.

"I don't even have a wife." Jiang Chen smiled bitterly.

Roberts glanced at Jiang Chen unexpectedly and said with a smile: "Impossible. If you have money, you will still lack women? Hehe... or go back to Los Angeles with me, I invite you to play on those screens. girl."

"Another day, I have to be busy for a while after dealing with the gold." Jiang Chen looked out the window and lit a cigarette.

"Hey, don't tell me, the beauties in the entire Middle East are concentrated in Lebanon and Syria. Although the little girl in the back who fell in love with you is a little smaller, she will probably be a beauty when you grow up. Tsk tsk, I won't come to this ghost place in the Middle East for a while. Before I go, I have to go to the Turkish border, and it's not bad to buy a Syrian beauty to go back and play." Roberts squinted at the endless sand sea in front of him.

Jiang Chen rolled his eyes at the animal and ignored him.

As for how to arrange the girl Aisha, Jiang Chen didn't think about it for a while.

Sighing, he rubbed his sore temples.

Anyway, let's take her home first. How to solve the visa... I should be able to do it with some money.

Anyway, if you have money, doing good deeds can be regarded as accumulated virtues.

As for any other ideas for her?

Looking at the dry and shiny hair and the dirty face, he really doesn't have it yet.

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(Aisha is very useful, no one I wrote is a vase XD. 3000+5000 chapters, conscience asks for votes 0.0)