Chapter 923: Agent Figo in charge
It was a long and dreary journey from Cape Town to Sierra Leone.
Not only is the distance long, but the sweltering climate creates a feeling of anxiety and irritability for those sitting in the car.
Brother Huanxi was a little restless, but on the other hand, Stephen, who was older, had always behaved very calmly, and it seemed that such weather could not affect him in any way.
When you leave South Africa, the scenery instantly becomes desolate and dilapidated.
Everywhere there is a barren land, and everywhere you can see people with wooden expressions.
"There are many forgotten countries in Africa. Stephen specifically mentions the word "oblivion": "Nobody cares how the people are doing, no one cares that there is a lot of disease." People in modern civilized societies only care about local products. Ivory, fur or diamonds. Dictators rule there, and they squeeze the last bit of their country's interests out of what Europe or Americans are interested in, and they never pay attention to anything else. β
Under normal circumstances, Brother Huanxi never likes to talk about such a heavy topic.
But Stephen's words didn't know why they caused him to ponder.
Two hours after leaving South Africa, a large number of refugees began to appear on the road, with empty eyes and desperate expressions, making people look at their next step and maybe they will fall.
And then never get up.
Looking at the cars whizzing past them, the refugees didn't even want to raise their heads to take a second look.
It has reached the border of Guinea, and when it passes through it, it officially enters the territory of Sierra Leone.
Heavily armed soldiers guarded the border, all aimed at refugees trying to enter Guinea, and shouts and cries rang out here.
The car stopped.
A Caucasian man in a floral shirt and a straw hat came to the car: "Hey. Is it the Blue Silk Scarf Project?"
"Yes, it's us. Stephen and Brother Huanxi took out their documents together and handed them over. Stephen also asked casually, "What's going on here?"
"Every day, every day!" the man glanced at his papers: "Yesterday the rebels launched a new offensive. Damn, can't the rebels kill them all? These guys may be frightened and desperate to get in. β
Brother Huanxi looked at the refugees: "What if they break in?"
"Shoot, my friend. Only shots. The Caucasian man shrugged, "What else? Even New York can't accommodate so many refugees." They could have actually taken an extra thirty miles of detours, and there was a monitored vacuum to get into Guinea, but they were really frightened, terrified. β
As he spoke, he remembered that he should introduce himself: "I'm Agent Figo of the FBI. Responsible for escorting you into Sierra Leone. Ah, these refugees are a welcome gift for you. β
FBI's?
Brother Huanxi was a little dazed.
In movies and television, even in Miami, the FBI agents I saw were all in suits and leather shoes. But this Figo agent in front of you?
Except for the color of his skin, he looks like a local.
"I can't compare to those guys back home. Probably saw the confusion in Brother Huanxi's eyes. Agent Figo took off his straw hat and kept fanning:
"There are no suits and ties, no Cadillacs, no spacious offices and beautiful detectives, and romance can only happen when you dream. If I wore a crisp suit and nice leather shoes now, I would be considered a fool. β
He got into the passenger seat of the car: "Hey, we can drive." β
The soldiers immediately shouted at the refugees to get out of the way, mind you, "get out of the way." Rather than politely consulting with them. They even used the butts of their guns.
The refugees were dispersed to both sides!
The barbed wire fence opened, and the car sped through the refugees.
"That's what you have to do with these guys. Agent Figo has long been numb to all this: "They won't listen to you. The most powerful weapons were the butts and bayonets. β
Stephen smiled and said nothing.
Brother Huanxi experienced such a scene for the first time in his life: "Can't you use a gentler way?"
"My little friend, I was as naΓ―ve as you when I first came here. Agent Figo laughed, "I had a companion named Ronnie, yes, a Californian, a young man with beautiful curly hair. Do you know. We helped the family and took them across the border. My car broke down, go look for the car. Friend, do you know what happened next?"
Brother Huanxi shook his head.
The family they rescued consisted of eight people, five adults and three children.
Ronnie knew the kids were hungry. So I pulled out a piece of chocolate from my pocket.
He originally wanted to share the food with the three children, but when he saw this piece of chocolate, the eyes of the five adults showed a crazy look.
They rushed up and snatched the chocolate from Ronnie's hand.
Ronnie was terrified, completely terrified. He didn't know the local language and thought he was going to do something to him. He struggled desperately, but then tragedy struck.
The gun he was wearing went off fire during the fight, and the bullet pierced Ronnie's body.
He lay in a pool of blood and twitched, but no one helped him. The gang snatched his chocolates, and then inside they snatched each other again.
Nobody cares about Ronnie, nobody.
When Figo returned, Ronnie was dead.
"He was only 26 years old, my friend, Ronnie was only 26 years old when he died. When telling this story, Figo's whole person is insensitive: "A piece of chocolate, just for a piece of chocolate." Is it ridiculous?"
Brother Huanxi was silent.
After a long time, he asked, "What about the family later?"
"I wanted to kill them, but I didn't. Figo said casually, "I forced them at gunpoint and went back to where they came from, including the children." Aha, I still remember them begging me, but I wasn't moved at all, do you know why? β
"Poverty, it is poverty that causes tragedy. Stephen, who had not spoken, finally said, "That family may not know what they did wrong until now, for them, food is everything." Human life is nothing compared to a piece of chocolate and a cookie. β
Suddenly, something came from the sky outside, and it was loud and loud.
The car stopped, and Brother Huanxi, Stephen, and Figo walked out together.
God?
What is that?
That's-
Brother Huanxi actually saw a helicopter appear in the sky!(To be continued.) )