The actions of those nerds just now were naturally pretended by Dewey, and what he really wanted was these guns in his hands.

This trip into Gaza, without any logistical support, everything has to be carried out by giving full play to the glorious traditions of our army and doing it by itself.

If you want to talk about good weapons, Hamas and Fatah are naturally the only ones in Gaza, but they are also the most difficult. It's not that Dewey didn't have the ability to get weapons from them, but this mission is too important for him to be out of the question.

And starting from these snakeheads, there is not so much risk.

Those people didn't know that the gun in their hands had been targeted by Dewey, watching him and Li Yaxin go away in embarrassment, and they couldn't stop laughing at their backs.

Li Yaxin was afraid that Dewey would be hit, so he comforted: "Mr. Du, don't pay attention to them, these people are like this, a bunch of scoundrels!" It's useless to ask them for research, let's go to someone else. ”

Dewey sighed and said, "I really didn't expect that they would rather let their compatriots suffer for their own interests, it's really unbelievable." ”

His face was full of disappointment, but he was always smiling in his heart: "Laugh as much as you want, I hope you can laugh so happily tomorrow." ”

Li Yaxin changed the topic very understandingly and asked, "Mr. Du, where are we going next?" ”

"Let's go to the slums." Dewey said.

Li Yaxin took Dewey to the slum without permission.

If Li Yaxin's family is hard, then the slums are hell, and they don't even have a house to live in.

As far as the eye can see, there are patches of tents, and most of them are so damaged that I don't know how many times they have been repaired, and they can still be seen one by one. If nothing else, when it rains, all of these tents will be turned into water curtain holes.

The people outside the tent were all hollow-eyed, as if they had lost confidence in life, and it was no longer appropriate to describe them with a face full of vegetables, and their yellow faces and thin muscles were the best portrayal of them.

When Dewey was in the Ice Sword Brigade, he also worked with the local government to help the poor, but compared with these refugees, the poor people in China are obviously happier, at least they don't have to worry about life and death.

Originally, he just wanted to pretend to go through the motions, but after seeing these refugees, he decided to take a hard look at them, even if he couldn't do anything for them, and he couldn't make any changes, at least he could give them some hope and let them know that there was still a world that cared about them.

Li Yaxin was in charge of translation, and Dewey began his research.

The result was not as optimistic as he imagined, and no one was excited because he was a doctor of Palestinian-Israeli peace, and all eyes looked at him with indifference.

That's right, it's just indifference, it seems that the Palestinians and Israelis have nothing to do with them, and even have deep vigilance and a little hostility.

"Why are they like this?" Dewey couldn't help but ask Li Yaxin.

Li Yaxin sighed and said: "Because they don't believe you, in their opinion, all Western countries are accomplices of Israel, and Palestine has become what it is now, all of which are caused by you." Therefore, whether it is an interview or a research, it is just acting, and it will not solve any problems. ”

This is also the first time Li Yaxin has said such a thing, and after finishing speaking, he looked at Dewey quite nervously, obviously this is also what he said in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Dewey nodded and said: "You are right, this is indeed caused by Western countries, but this is the pot of those politicians, and I don't carry it." ”

"That is, I believe that the people of Western countries, like Mr. Du, want permanent peace in the world, no matter where they are on the planet." Li Yaxin echoed.

Dewey didn't speak, just smiled. Is it really not about the people? Don't forget, whoever elected those politicians are the so-called peace-loving people of the West!

He didn't continue to discuss this topic, and continued to turn around with Li Yaxin in the slums.

Suddenly, Dewey's gaze fell on a tent, and his pupils narrowed slightly.

On a patch on the back of the tent, a stick figure was drawn. The style of the painting is very rough, like a child's graffiti, the content is a lot of animals playing happily, among which there is a panda that is particularly eye-catching, the black eye sockets have become white eye sockets, and the white body has become a black body. All the black and white tones were reversed by him.

If someone else saw it, they would definitely think that the child who painted had not seen the real panda, but Dewey knew that this was Chen Zhuo's contact signal!

Finally found it!

Dewey was thrilled in his heart, but he remained flat on the surface.

"Yaxin, you don't know which child painted the panda like this, but it was painted like this."

Dewey pointed to Li Yaxin and said: "It seems that he should have never seen a panda, it just so happens that I have a picture of a panda in my mobile phone, it is better to find this child and let him see what a real panda looks like." ”

Li Yaxin couldn't help but laugh when he saw the panda being painted like this, and said, "Okay, let's go over and ask." ”

The two walked to the door of the tent, Li Yaxin called twice outside, but no one answered inside, so he directly reached out and opened the tent door, which was empty and there was no one.

"You go and ask the people around and see if anyone knows." Dewey said.

Li Yaxin responded and went to the tent next to him to ask, but the answer he got was that he didn't know who painted it, and there were no children at home in this tent, only two old people, who went out to pick up garbage and couldn't come back until night.

"Mr. Du, it seems that we can't find that child, so let's go first." Li Yaxin proposed.

An imperceptible disappointment flashed in Dewey's eyes, he looked around, nodded and said, "It's the only way to go, it's just a pity that there is one less opportunity for children to meet pandas." ”

The two of them left in the slum until it was getting dark.

Li Yaxin was going home, but Dewey took him to the hotel restaurant, and after dinner, he took him to the room and sat down for a while, and it was almost eight o'clock before sending him away.

After Li Yaxin left, Dewey explained to the front desk, saying that he wanted to rest and not let people disturb him, so he went back to his room and fell asleep on the bed.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Dewey suddenly rolled over.

He first went to lock the door inside, and found a hair to clamp in the lock, and whenever someone opened the door, the hair would fall silently.

After doing this, Dewey changed into a black tracksuit, put on a robber hat, and then opened the window and looked outside.

It's nearly midnight, and Gaza's nightlife has nothing to do with abundance, and there's not even a single one to be seen on the streets.

Dewey climbed out of the window, followed the windowsill to the nearby wall, and slowly slid down with his body clinging to it.

His body and the wall are almost integrated, and if you don't look closely, you can't tell them apart.

Dewey fell to the ground like a black cat, without making any sound, hiding his body in the dark shadow of the building, and headed towards the snake's nest where he had gone during the day.

Although he found Chen Zhuo's code in the slums, Dewey didn't want to meet him immediately, because he didn't know Chen Zhuo's situation now, and he was afraid that he would be in danger if he rushed there without any weapons.

The source of the weapons is naturally those snake heads, although Dewey is now bare-handed, but getting some weapons from them is definitely a matter of holding the handle.

Under the cover of night, it didn't take long for Dewey to reach the first snake's nest.

Unlike other places where it is pitch black, it is so brightly lit that it seems that everywhere there is a so-called privileged class, and it is no wonder that these smugglers do not want Gaza to return to freedom.

Instead of breaking in through the main entrance, Dewey went around to the back of the house and found a window with a black light.

Looking through the window, there seems to be a small red light, the light is very weak, and there is a buzzing sound inside, if I guess correctly, it should be the sound of a fuel generator, which is why the power has been cut off elsewhere, and the lights are still bright.

Dewey looked around to see no one and pulled the dagger from his waist.

He carefully inserted the dagger into the crack of the window, the kind of work he had long been so familiar with the work that he could not be more familiar with, and he pried the window open in two or three strokes.

Dewey gently pushed open the window, rolled over and jumped in, and walked to the red light, which was indeed a diesel generator.

He found the switch on the generator, reached out and pressed it, and after a crack, the generator stopped, and then he heard a chaotic shouting outside.

Dewey dodged to the door, and as soon as he stood against the wall, footsteps sounded outside.

The footsteps stopped in front of the door, and then the door was pushed open from the outside, and the light of the flashlight shone into the room, and a man walked in swearing.

This person was very sensitive, and he didn't expect anyone to be inside, so he walked towards the generator without looking.

Suddenly, he heard what seemed to be the sound of wind in his ears, and before he could figure out what was going on, he was hit the neck, and his eyes rolled and he fainted.

Dewey turned off the flashlight first, then carried the man's body to the ground, reached out and touched him, but did not find any weapons.

"What a poor horseman!"

Dewey cursed secretly, opened the door and walked out.

Outside the door is a long corridor, the rooms are distributed on both sides of the corridor, two rooms are lit up by flashlights, through the light of the flashlights, you can see several people standing in the doorway, as if waiting for the person to fix the generator just now.

They didn't expect someone to sneak in, and they couldn't see it in the dark, and when they saw Dewey coming out of the power room, they thought it was the same person just now, and they asked from a distance.

Dewey, of course, didn't understand, mumbled in his mouth, and walked over to those people.

“#￥%@#……%￥？”

Maybe it was because they saw that Dewey didn't reply positively, and the tone of those people became unkind, and they didn't need to guess that they knew that they were swearing, and some people scolded and walked towards Dewey.

When the two met, the man reached out and pushed him, and before his hand could touch Dewey, Dewey suddenly threw a punch and hit the man's temple, knocking him to the ground on the spot, and he couldn't get up again.

Dewey's sudden attack surprised the others, and what surprised them even more was that Dewey rushed towards them.