Chorella's eyes widened, but she didn't scream or make any other agitation. She is not qualified to live in the town at all, so she can only build such a nest on the periphery, and usually sells water for a living, except for twelve coarse porcelain bowls, a pot, and an old-fashioned kerosene stove made in China. Now that she was covered in blood all over her body after being tortured, and she could smell the strong smell of blood from a long distance, whether it was a thief who didn't open her eyes or a pervert who liked to rob colors, she shouldn't have the slightest interest in her and this dilapidated home.

"Do you hate those people?"

In the hand of the black shadow, a red light the size of a little incense flashed, which was particularly eye-catching in the darkness. It took Chorella a long time to figure out that this monotonous and mechanical sound probably came from the machine in the other party's hand.

Chorella didn't answer, after all that happened yesterday, this girl, who was only fifteen years old, had finally matured. If the person in front of her was a spy sent by the judge, she would be taken back immediately if she showed even the slightest dissatisfaction. In this case, I believe that what will greet her tomorrow morning will be the same rocking as her lover.

"You're dead."

The electronic synthesized voice, which did not have the slightest mood swing, was deliberately lowered and continued to reach Giolaira's ears: "Now that you are seriously injured, you have no money, no medicine, no food, not even a single family member or friend, you have no way to hold on until the wound on your body heals, or rather, if you can't wait for the wound to heal, you will starve to death because you have no way to work." Maybe it won't be until three or four days after your body stinks that others will find out that you're dead, and carrying your body outside and burying it casually will end your life. ”

Out of fear of death, Giolella clenched her hands, but she couldn't even say a word of rebuttal. The words spoken by the other party through the machine in her hand are the truest portrayal of her life.

The unprecedented hatred filled Giolala's body little by little. Really, she really didn't mind that she was only fifteen years old, but the man she found was an old man who was forty-three years old and even had two children, as long as he cared for her, loved her, and was willing to take care of her like a baby, it was enough. The two of them are in love, one is unmarried, and the other ex-wife has been dead for a long time, even if they come together, what's not to do?

Yes, living together unmarried in Somalia is discriminated against, but according to ancient customs, it is only discrimination, so why would those people stone her favorite people to death? Cohabitation is adultery, and adultery is punished with stoning, this kind of law, why hasn't she heard of it before?!

It hurts, it hurts! Half of it is the pain on the **, and half of it is the pain of seeing the lover being stoned to death, and all the happiness and future are cut off!

In the face of all this, how could Chorella not hate?!

"I can't save you, but, if you want, I can join forces with you for revenge and make those people pay the most terrible price. If you agree, nod your head, and if you don't, I won't force it. ”

Revenge?!

Savoring the words in his mouth, a grim expression like a wounded lone wolf slowly lifted from Chorella's face. She has nothing left, even her life is gone, what else does she have to fear, what else to scruple about? Under the gaze of the other party, Giolaila's whole body trembled, but she nodded emphatically.

At this time, a scarred soul, under the domination of hatred, was finally pulled into the chariot of revenge by Shi Shaoying.

Shi Shaoying turned on a digital camera, which was a prop that Shaida had carried with him, ready to film the "precious" footage of their shelling of Mogadishu International Airport.

In front of the lens of a digital camera, on top of an old-fashioned green stove oil pot, the water in one pot has been boiled to a boil.

Chorella threw her saliva, hair, and snot into the pot, although the girls were shy, but driven by hatred, she still urinated her urine directly into the pot in front of the camera, and finally threw a pair of underwear with her menstrual blood into the pot. Probably thinking that this was not enough, as if suddenly remembering something, Giolaila opened a tattered box, found a glass bottle with only a base left from the bottom, poured everything inside into the pot, and then deliberately made a close-up of the logo on the glass bottle in front of the camera...... The bottle is filled with lard!

No one can describe how strange the taste and color of this plaything, boiled with lard, women's saliva, hair, snot, underwear and even blood, make people feel sick to their stomachs at the sight.

After boiling and letting this pot of disgusting and dead-ending things cool down, Shi Shaoying slowly soaked the bullets, mortar shells and even grenades in front of the camera, and after they dried naturally, he calmly pressed these bullets soaked in special materials back into the magazine, put the shells back into the ammunition box, and hung the grenade back on his body.

He put a bottle filled with this liquid into Chorella's hand, and handed a grenade to Chorella, "Will it work?" ”

Jolaira nodded, living in Somalia, fifteen years old, and someone who doesn't know how to use a grenade yet, is either a saint or an idiot.

"Tomorrow morning, those judges may soon rush to your house to find you, don't talk nonsense with them, and throw the contents of this bottle directly on them. Believe me, their expressions at that time will definitely make you enjoy the greatest pleasure of revenge, and then, take out this grenade, pull out the safety bolt, pounce on it, and hug the one you hate the most. ”

Looking at Chorella, whose face was distorted to a human shape because of pain and pleasure, Shi Shaoying sighed secretly in his heart, fifteen years old is in the flowering season, if she was born in China, this girl in front of her should still be under the wings of her parents, living a carefree and princess-like life, right?

"I can't save you, and there's no way to let you go to heaven, so take the person you hate the most and go to prison together!"

Using the translator to say this last sentence, Shi Shaoying left. Only Cholaira was left holding a glass bottle in his left hand and a grenade in his right hand, and he was trembling with excitement while crying.

At this time, the sky was already as white as a fish's belly, and dawn was coming.

More than a thousand meters away from the town, Shi Shaoying stopped and found the M224 mortar he had hidden inside from a pile of garbage.

Set up mortars and adjust the firing ...... Because there is still a lot of time, so Shi Shaoying's movements are very calm, once ready, he picked up a cannonball soaked in liquid, stuffed it into the barrel, with a roar, the cannonball drew a beautiful trajectory in the air, with amazing accuracy, smashed directly into the square outside the town, and a cloud of gunpowder smoke rose up.

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