The wrecked six-wheeled armored vehicle also has clear markings on it, and it is a vehicle of a United Nations rescue organization that specializes in rescue activities in various disaster areas. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Looking at this vehicle, the vehicle that used to fight has only a shell left, and it has become a garbage bin here.

"That's what the United Nations used to deliver supplies and relief to you, right?, why did someone attack them?" asked Si Fan, still confused.

These people have come here to bring peace to them.

Speaking into the walkie-talkie, Joshua, the guide on the other side, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally said calmly: "Maybe the people who killed them saw that their supplies didn't give them to themselves, so they used RPGs to kill these people, right?"

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

But it was the people who really wanted to come to their aid from the United Nations.

No wonder there is no UN rescue in Mogadishu now, no one to deal with them anymore, and the Knights of Malta may be the last to believe in them, and then ...... The regiment was extinguished.

Driving by car on the street, the original road has become a tattered land after more than ten years of time, and there are a few bumps on it, Si Fan feels that if he drives on such a road for a few hours, he will get motion sickness.

Finally, after half an hour, he came to a very ordinary-looking slum, or the whole of Mogadishu is a slum, but there are no residents in the vicinity, all of them are ruined, and the exquisite carvings on the abandoned houses in the city tell Sifan that there used to be a very good life here, and that the people of Mogadishu were very happy, they had their own houses, their own laws, and even their own good life and industry.

But a civil war has made them what they are now, or I don't know how many people are behind it.

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

"Boss, we've reached the place where the shadow fell, but there is no plane here. Joshua said over the intercom.

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

As soon as the words ended, all the terminators in the car in front of them had already gotten down, and they began to clear the field with their tactical backpacks on their backs, and only after all the commanding heights near them were occupied did they send a safety signal to Si Fan.

That's right, in Mogadishu, the most dangerous place in Somalia must be on guard at all times, otherwise death may come at any time, not to mention that the whole of Mogadishu knows that a group of Chinese people have come, and they are coming by private plane.

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

When your feet hit the ground, the first thing you feel is hardness.

That's right.

The ground is very hard and dry, and you can see the flying dust when you step on the ground lightly, and the scorching sun shines on your body, it feels uncomfortable, just like mutton that has been put on the grill, and after a while, your body is already sweating profusely, and even Si Fan has a feeling.

I look like I'm going to be roasted.

That's almost cumin and chili noodles.

"Joshua, tell me the story. I want to know the real story of when the Black Hawk fell, and some of the things in Mogadishu, like the guy named Aideed. Si Fan said to his guide, he is now approaching Si Fan under the gaze of the bull, but with the Terminator T800 by his side, if Joshua has bad intentions, Si Fan is absolutely confident that Comrade Bull will kill him in 1 second, he raised his hands before he raised his hands.

Joshua had just fought between the heavens and the man, but in the end he finally succumbed to Sifan's formidable fighting power and the smell of money from Franklin.

They only accept US dollars.

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

But the first thing he explained was his side.

"This is my home, I used to have 3 older brothers and parents. But they all died in that war. This was the first thing he said, and then he walked to the side with Si Fan.

Mogadishu wasn't a good place before the Black Hawk fell, and a civil war turned Mogadishu into a living purgatory, with flames that scorched the entire city, the angry flames of bullets that pierced people's bodies and sent them to hell.

On the side of the road, a huge tin can house attracted Si Fan's attention, on which I don't know who was scribbling on it, maybe someone was urinating there, and there were huge flies constantly circling.

However, Si Fan looked cold in his heart, this city really deserved to be a terrifying capital, and he didn'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 miserable.

"This is where women and children are executed, and they will all be herded in and shot outside with heavy machine guns, and if anyone can escape, then he will survive. Joshua said.

Listening to his words, Si Fan felt a chill for no reason, and suddenly it seemed as if a breeze was blowing, and he seemed to hear the howls of countless unjust souls.

This is a square box, like a big can, about two or three meters high, what it used for Si Fan didn't know before, but it was full of bullet marks from heavy machine gun bullets, and there was a mortar shell in the lower left corner, and in the garbage heap, Si Fan even saw the eggshell of a shell.

But he knew that this was definitely not the original cannonball that smashed the tin box.

The ground is very clean, there is no smell of blood, and more than ten years is enough time to erase the scars of the year, but this bullet mark is still reminding Si Fan that this is a different world, and the law of the jungle is believed here.

"And what else?" said Si Fan.

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

Joshua was very interested, and actually lobbied for Sifan.

In his mouth, Si Fan knew that if he wanted to have his own house and land here, he didn't need to go where to buy it, and he didn't need to find a real estate developer, but he just needed to buy a batch of weapons first, and then hire a group of young men, about a dozen people, pay a salary of 50 US dollars a month, and they would work hard for you, and then you can buy fences as much as possible, and as much land as you can enclose is yours, provided that you can keep it.