The next day, at 12 noon!

After having lunch, Xingfeng, Insen, and Miss Potts sat together in the sofa area of the hall, and their eyes seemed to gather in the same place with expectant eyes.

On the LCD screen on the TV wall in front of you, a live midday news about Afghanistan is playing.

[The culprit for the recent increase in violence is this group of armed men who call themselves freedom fighters, according to reliable sources, who are partly locals and mostly foreign warmongers.]

As you can see, these people are very well equipped and heavily armed for every act of violence, not much from the American troops here.

Their actions are also very arrogant, and anyone who tries to stand in their way is a dead end under their sophisticated weapons.

At present, the government forces in Afghanistan are powerless, there is no police and international pressure here, and the US military is clearly afraid of their weapons of mass destruction, and has not carried out any strikes during this time.

The refugees have little chance of survival, and the woman next to me is waiting for news of her husband's return, while the two children are crying in despair as they hug their father, who was injured by the shell.

Now desperate refugees can only hold photos of their abducted family members and ask all passers-by for information, or kneel on the ground and pray, hoping that a hero will come to save them from suffering...... ］

The live news on TV, every sentence reveals despair and depression.

Even if they didn't go to Afghanistan to experience it personally, just based on these sporadic pictures, the three of them could clearly feel it.

What kind of storm is brewing in Afghanistan at this time.

"Hey, Stark, it's on the TV news that the people of Afghanistan are waiting for a hero, do you think you're going to be the big hero?" Xingfeng called Stark and said teasingly.

"Big hero? No, no, no, I'm more looking forward to being an avenging angel. Stark's air flow was loud, but the on-board voice grabbing system existed, and his words were still clearly transmitted.

It can also be seen from this sentence that Stark's appearance on the surface seems to have recovered from Obadei's injury.

But deep down in his heart, he still hasn't forgotten about it.

Even this time, Stark flew more than 10,000 kilometers from the United States to Afghanistan, and Stark did not get tired.

It's a support of a strong desire!

Feeling the raging flames in Stark's heart, Xingfeng smiled and said, "What a vengeful angel, great, I look forward to your triumphant return." ”

"I've entered Afghanistan and will be there soon, remember to leave me dinner." Stark ended the call with a light-hearted topic.

"Bang!"

A deafening sonic boom sounded, and the Mark 3 suit, which was cruising at Mach 1 speed, suddenly increased to Mach 2 and disappeared into the sky as a streamer.

……

Gemira region, 50 km northeast of the mountains!

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

A Jericho missile came across the sky, splitting dozens of small missiles, blowing up all the mountainous areas with a radius of more than two kilometers.

In this mountainous area, there is the last uncooperative armed group in the entire area of Camira.

This is a freedom fighter organization, and those who do not cooperate are punished.

There is a small village outside the mountainous area, which is a gathering place for the families of this non-cooperative assembly group, and at this time a large number of militants of the freedom fighters group have also poured in.

Under the panicked screams, gunshots, and arrogant shouts, the entire small village was forcibly driven to the center of the village.

A fragmentation grenade was thrown by a member of the Freedom Fighters into a dirt-walled compound.

"Bang~"

The grenades exploded, and the villagers and uncooperative militants who were hiding in the courtyard and fighting back with guns were all blown to a bloody pulp.

"Dada......"

Not far away, a member of the Freedom Fighters group used the ump9 submachine gun in his hand, whether it was a rebel or an old, weak, sick or child, to shoot fiercely.

"Smack~"

A crisp pistol sounded, and a young man who was about to take advantage of the chaos to escape was directly cut into a bloody hole in the back of his head.

……

This was the kind of scene that permeated the entire village, and the members of the freedom fighters, like butchers who kill without blinking, do not pay any attention to this group of Afghans.

It was a violent massacre!

The reason why the Freedom Fighters are like this is that they have a very close connection with the last uncooperative armed group in this village.

Adhering to the bloody means of killing a thousand wrongs rather than letting go of one.

They were going to kill all the adult males in the village, and all the women, children, and children out of the village, so that they could prevent future troubles.

"Hurry up, hurry up, search everyone and all the weapons, load the young women into the truck, drive away the old people and children, and the adult men will be shot by the broken wall with their heads in their hands, hurry up."

A middle-aged, bearded man with a beer belly who looked like a small boss stood in the middle of the village shouting and urging.

Hearing the urging of the small leader, the militants of other freedom fighters groups became more and more violent.

Regardless of gender, old and weak, slow movement is a rifle butt, and a slight resistance is a shuttle bullet.

The whole scene is chaotic, violent, and tragic!

A few minutes later, all the young women were forcibly loaded into trucks and ready to be transported back to the base for sexual pleasure.

Adult males were lined up and knelt in front of the broken wall inside.

The remaining children, women, children, and the elderly were shot on the spot if they did not cooperate with the departure, and the rest could only leave the place where the generation lived with tears in their eyes.

"Shoot them all now, and we'll get out of here in a minute."

"Click, click......"

Hearing the order of the small leader, more than a dozen militants all loaded their guns and aimed at the thirty or forty village men by the broken wall.

"Daddy, I want Daddy, I want Daddy back."

"No, please, don't."

"You can't do this, we're just ordinary people and haven't done anything to hurt you."

Seeing this heartbreaking scene, the young women in the truck, the women, children and children who had not gone far all cried out in tears.

"Ready!"

One of the militants in charge of the execution, who didn't care about the pleas of women, children and children, coldly raised an AK74 with red dots on the rails in his hand.

At this critical juncture......

"Whoa—"

A rumbling whistling sound fell from the sky, covering the entire village, and immediately attracted everyone's attention.