Xu Yibing was sent to the Red Cross refugee camp, one of the few official refugee sites, for respite refuge. As an international organization, the Red Cross has a greater capacity for refugees.

The Red Cross has a very good relationship with charities in neighbouring countries and with aid stations that actually work for refugees. Many of the refugees Marcus took in were transferred to the Red Cross, because the Red Cross could be trusted.

They had a very good relationship with each other, and for the Red Cross, Marcus was also known as the godfather. Because there are so many refugees that Marcus has rescued, there are too many to count.

In a way, Marcus's role is to save. The Angel Aid Station he set up was responsible for rescue, from physical to mental, and then handed over to a trusted official refugee agency.

The Red Cross here has a systematic and formal capacity for the export of labor. The ultimate goal of Marcus is to use the export of labor to make these refugees no longer refugees in the end.

He can't save for a while, but he can't save for a lifetime, no matter how much money he has. It is best to allow these refugees to get a new life through formal channels.

Li Linglong stayed in the Red Cross refugee camp and carried out personal protection work for Xu Yibing inch by inch.

Xiao Yuanchao, Marcus, and Little Pomegranate drove a jeep straight to Dadab City.

"Need a gun?" Xiao Yuanchao pulled out a Desert Eagle pistol and asked Marcus.

"Nope." Marcus refused, "My body is the best weapon." ”

"I believe it." Xiao Yuanchao put away the Desert Eagle, took out a cigar and put it on his mouth and asked, "Marcus, what level of strength is you?" Like me? Elite? ”

When Marcus said the level of strength, Xiao Yuanchao always wanted to know what level Marcus's strength had reached.

"Ever? Right now? Marcus turned his head to look at the little pomegranate who was driving, and said to Xiao Yuanchao: "The strength of your companion is at least at the master level, and he is a strong man wherever he goes." ”

Marcus avoided Xiao Yuanchao's questioning and pulled on the little pomegranate.

"Master? Haha......" Little Pomegranate laughed and said, "Have a fart?" ”

For others to evaluate his strength, Xiao Pomegranate has no interest in it at all. Not only is he not interested in strength, but now the little pomegranate is not interested in many things.

As for the strength of the little pomegranate, Xiao Yuanchao is very clear. It can be said that Little Pomegranate is definitely the strongest of their red murder troops, and even Sun Huxiong has to stand aside.

It's just that Little Pomegranate doesn't care about anything, including when he was a martyr, so many people ignored him. But Xiao Yuanchao remembered it too deeply, and he spent all his efforts to hide it so hidden, and he could be seen through by the little pomegranate at a glance.

"I'm asking you." Xiao Yuanchao pulled the topic back, stared at Marcus's eyes and said in a deep voice: "You can understand the level of strength so clearly, it can only prove that you are stronger than I imagined for one problem!" ”

Marcus shrugged his shoulders, no affirmation, no rebuttal.

"Why?" Xiao Yuanchao asked.

Seeing the other party's expression, Xiao Yuanchao could already confirm that Marcus's strength was definitely stronger than that that of the Kham Temple, not only stronger, but also much stronger.

"I have concerns." Marcus said to Xiao Yuanchao quite happily: "I was threatened when I entered the Kham Temple, from two people. ”

"A threat from two people?" Xiao Yuanchao narrowed his eyes.

"Hehehe...... Don't talk about those, at least I can only be regarded as an elite strength person now. Marcus pointed to his left arm and said, "The whole left arm is gone, and that's all there is to it." But I really have to thank you for letting me live, really, so much. ”

After finishing speaking, Marcus stopped looking at Xiao Yuanchao and planned to end this conversation.

But Xiao Yuanchao was puzzled, he couldn't think of who threatened Marcus when he was in Khamba. He couldn't figure out who Marcus would threaten against?

It's a pity that Marcus is reluctant to say it anymore, maybe it involves something he doesn't want to touch.

The jeep drove into the filthy city of Dadab, slowly driving through the streets full of garbage. At this time, the horn is no longer useful, people will listen to the horn, but the goats will not listen.

This is Dadaab, the largest refugee camp in the world. The United Nations once tried to change the status quo here, but unfortunately it was unable because of the war here.

Everywhere there are refugees with yellow muscles, everywhere there is dirty garbage, everywhere there is ...... Violent!

When a group of yellow-skinned children saw the jeep approaching, they immediately rushed up and surrounded the car, reaching out to ask for money or food.

"Mr. Godfather, please give me something to eat!"

"Please, Mr. Godfather, a piece of bread will do."

“……”

"Lend me a pistol." Marcus held out his hand to Xiao Yuanchao.

"Are you sure?" Xiao Yuanchao asked and pulled out a pistol.

"Do you think I'm still a godfather now?" Marcus took the pistol with a grim face and pulled the trigger out the window.

"Bang!"

Almost instantly, the group of children scattered and fled in fright.

As the jeep continued to move forward, Marcus played with the Desert Eagle and suddenly said, "I like this gun, it's strong enough, it's mine." ”

After saying that, Marcus unceremoniously tucked the pistol into his belt and announced that the pistol was his from today onwards.

Xiao Yuanchao smiled, he knew that as long as he was a man, he would fall in love with the Desert Eagle.

When the police station arrived, Marcus opened the door and got out of the car and headed straight inside.

"Hey, Mr. Godfather, you just shot the gun? That's not good, you've broken the rules......"

"Whoosh!"

"Click!"

Marcus didn't even change his eyes, he stretched out his right hand and pinched the black policeman's neck, and with a slight force on his fingers, he crushed his throat bone raw.

"Poof!"

The black policeman lay heavily on the ground, his hands clutching his neck, twisting in pain, and making a "ho-ho" sound.

Marcus, who was about to walk inside, stopped and without hesitation, raised his right foot and stepped towards the policeman's face.

"Click!"

"Poof!"

Trampled, the policeman's head burst open, his brain splattered, and he died happily.

The people on the street suddenly saw that the policemen had been killed in an extremely brutal way, and immediately went into hiding frantically. They didn't scream, because they had long been accustomed to all kinds of killing.

Experience tells them that it is useless to scream when encountering such a thing, and the best way is to flee and hide.

Xiao Yuanchao looked at the dots of brains splashed on his calves, and stomped his feet hard.

Marcus turned his head and let out a cruel smile: "Am I a brutal godfather now?" I gave him pleasure. ”

The Cruel Godfather...... Xiao Yuanchao thinks that Marcus is quite good at naming names, this title is good, really good!

PS: The next update time, 12 noon on the 24th, three consecutive shots.

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