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The car came to a halt. Roberts swore and slammed the steering wheel, but to no avail.

Nick silently got out of the car, walked to the front of the car, and lifted the front cover.

"The engine burned out."

“FU－CK！ It's scrapped, we're all finished. Roberts said with a wry smile.

Jiang Chen was thinking about whether to go back to the end of the world for a while, and then get a maglev car back and drive back.

But he just thought that he wouldn't have done it if he hadn't come to a point of utter despair.

Because doing so would mean that he was ready to leave these two behind. However, in this case, his plan to get rid of the gold will be in vain, and the trip to Iraq will become meaningless.

"Can it be repaired?" Jiang Chen asked.

"I'll try." Nick took the toolbox out of the back of the car, grinned dry, and got to work.

However, after tinkering for a long time, the car still did not look any better.

Just when everyone was about to despair, Jiang Chen suddenly noticed a truck driving in the distance.

"IS's pursuers?" With a grim look, he pulled out the pistol in his pocket.

Roberts also noticed the truck, but he showed a completely different ecstasy from Jiang Chen.

"Put the gun away, haha, we've got help. Fast! Shout with me! Haha, park! Over here! help！ Roberts shouted at the truck with a wave of his arms, trying to get the car's attention.

It seemed that the car had really noticed the three of them, and slowly drove towards the three of them.

The truck stopped, and Jiang Chen noticed that behind the canopy were some yellow-faced and thin-skinned refugees. Most of them were ragged, carrying only a few salutes, and their faces were full of numbness and exhaustion.

Roberts walked up to the car driver and the others, negotiated with him for a moment, and then returned to Jiang Chen and Nick's side with a happy face.

"The driver promised to give us a ride. It's a tradition to help each other in the desert, and I promised to share with them the fresh water stored in our car. This car has to be thrown here anyway, get the gas out, Nick, come and help. ”

"Okay boss." Nick nodded and followed.

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Jiang Chen and Nick sat in the back of the truck, while Roberts's guy sat in the co-pilot with the driver. Because Roberts was the only one who could speak Arabic, the two of them sat with the refugees at this time, and they could only stare at each other with wide eyes, and neither of them said a word.

The women were wrapped in very tight headscarves, the men were mostly depressed, and the children did not see the slightest vitality as they should. All are tired, they should have suffered a lot.

The atmosphere was quirky.

It is really not appropriate for a Belarusian and a Chinese to sit in such a place.

"These people are presumably Syrian refugees, and because Turkey has closed its borders, some of them will choose to take a detour to the Kurdish autonomous region and then smuggle them into Turkish territory. I didn't expect to meet here by such a coincidence. "Fortunately, Jiang Chen can speak English and can chat with Nick.

"Do they know English?" Jiang Chen asked casually.

"There should be people, but they don't seem to have the energy to make small talk." Nick shrugged.

The inside of the carriage was crowded and bumpy. Sitting next to Jiang Chen was a child who couldn't see his gender, his dirty face had no look, and his messy long hair had a sour smell, which was bigger than Roberts's.

Jiang Chen didn't have too many cleanliness, not to mention that there was a smell of smuggling everywhere in this carriage, so he didn't care too much.

Look at that Nick again, the Belarusian man has already snored, and his years of war have made him accustomed to conserving his strength at all times. It's just that this snoring has attracted a burst of dissatisfied side glances.

It is really possible to sleep anywhere Jiang Chen smiled bitterly, and then also adjusted his sitting posture with his hands on his chest, ready to take a nap.

The car drove for a while.

It was about lunchtime, and many refugees took out the food they were carrying from their bags and ate them with a pitiful amount of water. The child sitting next to Jiang Chen was also holding a small piece of black bread-like thing, and opened his mouth to bite it.

Perhaps because of the herd effect, Jiang Chen also felt a little hungry at first, so he stretched out his hand behind his back. While everyone was not paying attention to him, Jiang Chen opened the storage space and took out a box of Oreos, tore open the bag, and ate it as a staple food.

It is precisely in consideration of this emergency situation that Jiang Chen usually stores some emergency food and medicine in the storage space.

At this time, Jiang Chen suddenly noticed that a pair of eyes were secretly looking at him.

Looking at yourself as you are chewing, to be exact?

"Do you want to eat?" Jiang Chen, who had noticed, smiled and handed over the box in his hand.

That gaze quickly fled away, however, as if sensing that there was no malice in Jiang Chen's voice, the man took the half box of biscuits that Jiang Chen handed it. Just hesitated for a moment, and then devoured it.

This guy has a fight with Sun Jiao when he eats. The corners of Jiang Chen's mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

"Thank you," the man whispered in English. As if it found that it had eaten all the biscuits, it showed a look of guilt on its face again, and lowered its head to Jiang Chen, "I'm sorry"

"It's okay, I still have a lot more." Jiang Chen smiled kindly and said, "Can I know your name?" ”

"Aisha, 17 years old."

It turned out to be a girl, and it was said why the voice was so thin. Perhaps because she was not yet mature, she did not wear a headscarf like the other women in the carriage.

"My name is Jiang Chen, and I'm from Huaguo. What about your parents? ”

"I was killed by the people of IS because my mother refused the unreasonable demands of those demons." Aisha's voice was flat, and there was not much sadness on her face. Jiang Chen couldn't help but be speechless for a moment when he heard this, he didn't expect the topic to be so heavy.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Chen said softly, but he didn't expect to get a surprised gaze in exchange.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Chen asked in confusion. He didn't know if he had committed any taboos, because not so long ago he lived in a peaceful city.

"Nothing. I just didn't expect to hear someone say sorry to me. Aisha turned her head.

"Do you have any plans when you arrive in Turkey?" Jiang Chen smiled bitterly and decided to talk about something less heavy.

Perhaps it will make people a little happier to end their new life after fleeing.

"I didn't plan to, go to the refugee camps, receive humanitarian aid and see if any Saudi or Turkish men were willing to buy me home. I'm still a virgin, so I shouldn't have a problem dressing up a bit. The girl's tone was flat, and her face showed a consciousness and indifference that did not match her age.

Well, it seems that no matter what the topic will go in a heavy direction.

Jiang Chen chose to shut up.

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Parking is still done at night, it is dangerous to travel at night, and drivers also need to rest.

At this time, the refugees will choose to get out of the car to relieve their hands, and then stand outside for a while to blow the wind. Jiang Chen also got out of the car, casually found a place to relieve his big hand, and then took out a pack of toilet paper and wiped it very luxuriously.

After parking the car, Roberts still came to the two of them very angrily and chatted for a while. But while he was sleeping, he rolled back to the co-pilot's part. According to Roberts, he stuffed a Franklin card with the driver, and the driver immediately became enthusiastic about him.

In the evening, Jiang Chen felt that his stomach was starting to get hungry again.

Oreo was a little tired of eating, and he never treated himself badly Jiang Chen changed his taste, took out a pack of cranberry cookies, and chewed them with relish.

There was a slight sound of foaming at the mouth, and he was stunned, then smiled very kindly, and divided the biscuit in his hand in half of the girl.

"Taste it, the food from our hometown." Food purchased online.

The girl didn't answer, but just gobbled it up. Looking at the girl's appearance, Jiang Chen smiled and didn't say anything.

Now that you're full, it's time to sleep. Jiang Chen leaned on the canopy behind him and fell asleep. Although there is the sound of snoring everywhere, exhaustion is really the best sleeping pill.

As for Nick, this guy has always slept quickly, and he woke up very suddenly, and he had already heard that thunderous snoring.

It's just that what Jiang Chen didn't notice was that a pair of eyes were secretly looking at him.

Aisha licked her fingers stained with biscuit crumbs and secretly looked at Jiang Chen's side face, her eyes full of confusion and confusion.

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The next morning, Jiang Chen woke up in a bump.

"It's almost there." Nick noticed that Jiang Chen woke up, looked at the screen of the smartphone in his hand, and said lightly, "The GPS shows that we are only more than 40 kilometers away from Tikrit. ”

His ears were filled with the roar of the engine, and the vibration of the engine almost made Jiang Chen's back unconscious. Wiping his face and a handful of mud and sand on his hands, he was stunned, and then showed a wry smile.

It's really not a place for people.

"That's great, I can't wait to take a hot shower and get some good sleep." Jiang Chen stretched and said with a wry smile.

His phone's battery was running out of battery for a long time. Considering the unexpected situation, he chose to take the initiative to shut down.

"I have a sense of foreboding." Nick frowned and touched the black backpack beside him. It contained his M27 automatic rifle.

"I hope you're wrong." Jiang Chen smiled bitterly.

"I hope." Nick also smiled wryly and turned off his phone, his battery running out.

Aisha looked up at the two foreigners beside her, then silently rested her chin between her arms and closed her eyes a little tiredly.

It seems that it will not be able to reach Turkey

This smell is all too familiar to her, who was born in the flames of war.

Even more familiar than the vultures of the desert.

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