The old yellow girl ran wildly.

Not only to complete the task, but also to save lives.

The sparse crowd of passers-by stopped to watch, women holding children, local vendors setting up roadside stalls barefoot, and idlers swaying on dilapidated Chinese-made motorcycles.

Even though the government is becoming more and more stable, the rebels still resist stubbornly, sneaking into Kampala every now and then to carry out terrorist attacks, and even dozens or hundreds of massacres or kidnapping innocent citizens.

Wu Jie ran and shot short shots to suppress Joseph, who was in hot pursuit.

Master Wu Jie's evaluation of Joseph, a strange enemy, has not been so hearty and fighting with people for a long time, Wu Dashao really wants to stop running and roll up his sleeves to fight, but he just suppressed his impulsive thoughts, this mission is not to find someone to die, whose life is wanted, but to protect Lao Huang and protect the things in the lockbox.

Joseph kept firing as he moved across, but Kampala did not have many buildings, and the area near the suburbs was almost entirely densely packed with bungalows.

The perverted Joseph walked on the ground.

The chase game of life and death is more like a performance, when Lao Huang ran to a street corner, and suddenly rushed out of three cars in an oblique stab.

Two of the pickup trucks had M2 Browning heavy machine guns mounted on their pockets, which were mounted on tanks and armored vehicles, and were incredibly powerful in 12.7 mm caliber.

The sudden change made Lao Huang who was running instantly fall to the bottom of despair, thinking that this time was completely over, and the images of parents, wives and children came to mind, and he was sad and slowly stopped.

If you can't run away, you'll die like a man!

Lao Huang stood motionless more than ten meters away from the three cars, Wu Jie, who ran a few steps sideways and fired a few shots, almost hit Lao Huang, and blurted out: "Why didn't you run away?"

When Wu Jie said the last two words, he saw the situation in front of him clearly, and was stunned, but he was worthy of being a top soldier cultivated by a sharp blade, and he reacted very quickly, only hesitated for a moment, pulled Lao Huang, who was about to die, and ran to a house on the side of the road, even if he had half a breath left, he would never give up.

Two machine guns were not fired.

Wu Jie pulled Lao Huang and took the opportunity to rush into the house on the side of the road, there were roller shutters on the doors and windows of the house, Wu Jie pushed Lao Huang inside, pulled down the roller shutter as quickly as possible, and the house that lost light became pitch black.

The frightened Lao Huang took out his mobile phone, used as a flashlight, and found that the house was a grocery store, and the hostess was trembling to block the foot of the wall, and the small space at the foot of the wall was crowded with three children, the eldest was more than ten years old, and the younger one was four or five years old.

"We're not bad people." Lao Huang explained in English that the dark-skinned, thick-lipped woman was still staring at her frightened eyes, shielding her child with her thin body.

English, the official language of Uganda.

But in this turbulent country, illiteracy is everywhere, and a few ordinary people know English, not to mention Kampala, in Chinese cities, slightly more complex English sentences are absolutely confusing to most passers-by.

Lao Huang saw that the other party didn't understand English, no longer talking nonsense, holding his mobile phone and looking at the whole house, more than 20 square meters of street door and face room, divided into two parts, the front sells groceries, the back lives people, the back wall has no doors and no windows, Lao Huang is extremely frustrated, this Nima can't escape!

"Wu Jie, we can't go."

"If you can't go, you won't go, it's no big deal, Uganda, a strong country in East Africa, how can you let people toss in the capital, let's hold on and wait for the government army to come."

Wu Jie, who counted how many bullets were left in the magazine, looked at Lao Huang who came over, smiled as if nothing happened, and the two chose to sit down in the corner near the window.

"I hope it's as you say." Lao Huang reluctantly squeezed out a smile and hugged the lockbox in his arms.

"Shall you have one?" Wu Jie shook the cigarette box and asked Lao Huang, Lao Huang shook his head, fiddled with his mobile phone, and wanted to contact his family, say a final goodbye or listen to the voices of his wife and children.

Always be ready.

Sacrifice for the country, and return the horse leather shroud.

When it comes to this, it is not the heroic feelings that seem to death as home, but the love of children who can't give up, soldiers, and people.

"Don't worry, we can go back." Wu Jie took a cigarette in his mouth and patted Lao Huang on the shoulder, no ridicule, no contempt, the first time he experienced the bloody scene of bullets and bullets, Lao Huang performed well.

Lao Huang nodded, pressed the urge to contact his family, gritted his teeth and silently swore that he would go back alive.

Outside the house, two pickup trucks slowly stopped, the machine guns on the pockets were facing the roller shutters of the grocery store, Joseph flew off the roof, and more than a dozen people who intercepted Wu Jie and Lao Huang greeted the CIA ace agent cleanly.

"Why did you stop us from shooting?" Someone asked Joseph in surprise.

"Don't be in a hurry, capture them alive, the use value is greater." Joseph smirked, and the arrival of reinforcements fueled the animal's ambitions, as if Kampala was the promised land for him to do whatever he wanted.

A large number of government soldiers wearing steel helmets and camouflage uniforms jumped out of the trucks, set up roadblocks, evacuated civilians, and then blocked the entire area, but after the blockade, there was no action, and in the grocery store, Wu Jie, who did not know the outside situation, was still waiting.

"Listen, give you five minutes to lay down your arms and surrender, or our grocery store will be razed to the ground."

Wu Jie listened to the shouts of the people outside over and over again, and he couldn't wait to return a shuttle of bullets, but there were only a dozen bullets left in the magazine of the M4 carbine, so he had to save it.

Five minutes, not too short, Wu Jie calculated that no matter how slow the government army was, they should rush to the scene to control the situation, after all, Kampala is the capital of heavy troops, and the Ugandan government army has been forged and honed by the Arctic Fox Instructor Corps for many years, and has the reputation of the strongest brigade in East Africa.

Time passes.

Five minutes passed quickly.

Wu Jie stared at the multi-functional luminous military watch, and finally couldn't help it, scolded his mother, heard the sound of Browning M2 heavy machine gun bullets being loaded outside the house, hugged Lao Huang, and lay down against the wall, the heavy machine began to pour bullets into the house, and the aluminum alloy roller shutter trembled, gradually turning into a honeycomb.

"Get down"

Lao Huang shouted at the women and children who were curled up in the corner of the wall, but unfortunately it was too late, and the four fresh lives were like the altars and jars in the house being torn apart by bullets.

Brute!

Lao Huang's eyes were split, but he was helpless.

The dust and debris from the bullets flew and scattered, and Wu Jie, who was lying on the ground against the wall, was embarrassed, and at this moment, even Wu Jie couldn't help but wonder if he could leave alive.

The government forces blocking the intersection heard the gunfire and were unmoved.

In the distance, a long convoy of motorcades was speeding towards one of the blocked intersections, and when the government soldiers saw this, they immediately pulled open the car-blocking nail belt, blocking the way of the convoy with great momentum.