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Sun Manjiang shrugged his shoulders and shook his head at the corner of his innocent eyes, indicating that he didn't understand.

The guy also understood, and said in broken English: "Money...... Dollars, hand them over! After speaking, he gestured back and forth with his hands.

Sun Manjiang said: "You mean, money? Dollars? With that, he put his hand in his pocket.

The guy took a step back vigilantly, his eyes fixed on Sun Manjiang's hand inserted into his pocket.

Sun Manjiang slowly took his hand out of his coat pocket, only to see a handful of green banknotes. The guy's eyes lit up suddenly, and his greedy look was unobstructed, and then he shouted something. Then he realized that Sun Manjiang didn't understand, and shouted in broken English.

"Money, take it all out, hurry up, or I'll kill you."

Sun Manjiang threw the money in his hand on the ground, and more than a dozen people cheered, and all of them rushed over and began to snatch it. Originally, there was not much money, but the one who grabbed it blossomed, and the one who didn't grab it was very dissatisfied, and looked at Sun Manjiang's other pocket. Because his pockets were bulging, and he looked heavy, and obviously packed a lot of good things.

Sun Manjiang grinned and slowly put his hand into the other pocket, but his expression was hesitant, and he was even more sluggish, he just didn't want to take it out.

The guy's eyes widened, he took a step forward, put the gun on Sun Manjiang's head again, and said fiercely: "Hurry up!" ”

Sun Manjiang sighed: "You really want it?" ”

"Don't be verbose, I...... Impatient! The guy raised the muzzle of the gun.

Sun Manjiang said helplessly: "Okay, I hope you like it." After saying that, a playful glint flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly took out the hand, and then heard a ding.

"What sound?" Everyone consciously looked at Sun Manjiang's hand, and then their eyes widened, and their faces were full of horror.

"Poof!" Sun Manjiang spit out the cigarette in his mouth, and then grinned, holding a grenade in his hand: "This is a good thing, we Chinese like to fire artillery battles during the New Year." Oh, by the way, do you understand the New Year? It's a festival, a very important festival, cannonballs ......" Sun Manjiang kept gesturing, and the guys slowly moved back in fear, their eyes moving back and forth with Sun Manjiang's gestured hand.

"It's a kind of fireworks, but there is only a sound and no flowers, bang, used to celebrate the festival, this thing is very loud, I give it to you!" After Sun Manjiang finished speaking, he gently threw the grenade at the feet of those guys.

"Oh no!" The leader screamed in terror, "Run! ”

Sun Manjiang laughed, clasped his back against the wall with both hands and used his waist to exert force, his body rose back, turned over and jumped over, and then he saw grenades flying out from behind the wall.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Violent explosions rang out one after another, rubble flew and flames rose into the sky, and powerful waves of qi threw the guys into the sky, and after a short scream, they fell like scattered flowers.

Xu Hang and Yang Fengyun, who had long been hiding behind the wall, smiled, and Sun Manjiang shouted in a low voice: "Go!" The three men jumped to their feet and disappeared into the ruins in the blink of an eye.

The three guys had been here for more than two months, hanging out all day, but it was inconvenient to carry a gun, so each of them had a couple of grenades in their pockets. In the past two months, I have almost walked around Kandahar, and it can be said that I know where there is a mouse hole, so I ran over to ambush in advance.

As soon as they left, they heard the sound of dense and chaotic running in the distance, followed by dozens of military police officers appearing in the alley, and many others rushing from different directions. However, these military police officers don't look so nervous, and it is estimated that bombings and shootings are staged here every day, so they are so calm.

Sun Manjiang, Xu Hang, and Yang Fengyun returned to the street and found that there were a lot fewer military and police, and it is estimated that they all went to the scene of the explosion.

Xu Hang looked left and right, and walked quickly to a yellow and white taxi not far away, the driver was standing next to the car looking in the direction where the explosion came from.

"Hello!" Xu Hang said hello.

The driver came back to his senses, his eyes were full of worry, and he muttered something.

Xu Hang said in Dali (Persian): "Go to the slums!" ”

The worried look in the driver's eyes disappeared, followed by joy: "Okay, okay, get in the car!" "In Afghanistan, especially in Kandahar, the taxi business is really not good. Those who have money have their own cars, and those who don't have money are reluctant to take a taxi. And they have business, almost all of them are foreigners.

Xu Hang got into the car and leaned back as much as possible, avoiding the window. Because in this place, if someone sees a foreigner in the car, they can be shot at any time. And just a few days ago, they saw a taxi being attacked by two militants on motorcycles, and two British women were beaten into honeycombs, so they have to be careful here.

Xu Hang sat in the co-pilot seat, always paying attention to the pedestrians on the side of the road, and never left the door handle of the car, so that once he was attacked, he could open the car door and jump down as soon as possible, so as not to be locked in this iron box and pounded into meat sauce.

The driver also seemed to sense the difference between Xu Hang and them, tilted his head to look at it, and asked curiously, "Are you mercenaries?" ”

Mercenaries are no strangers to the Kandahars, especially these taxi drivers, who often come across mercenaries who come here to perform security duties, and many of them are even employed by government forces. Especially for some powerful companies, ordinary security companies do not dare to carry out tasks here for a long time, so they need to use special armed protection. And these special armed protections refer to mercenaries.

Xu Hang smiled slightly: "We are not mercenaries, just tourists here." ”

The driver shook his head, obviously not believing it, and then bent down and took out an AK by the door, and he didn't know how to hide it, but Xu Hang didn't find it.

"It doesn't matter who you are, if those damn militants dare to show up, I promise to beat them to the ground."

Xu Hang said: "Thank you, it seems that our safety is guaranteed." ”

The driver said proudly: "My passengers, they are all very safe. ”

This driver is very talkative, probably related to Xu Hang, a foreigner who can speak their language, and keeps talking about what is happening in Afghanistan, what is the weakness of the government, the bloody brutality of the Ta1 Liban, the fear and terrorism of the base, and the incompetence of the government army.

Half an hour later, the car finally stopped in the slum settlement, and the driver seemed to be still unsatisfied, and he could only shut up when he saw the place.

Xu Hang took out a hundred dollars in his pocket and threw it to the driver: "Don't look for it, the rest is a tip." ”

The driver cracked his mouth and smiled, and the beard on his face trembled: "Thank you, thank you!" ”

Xu Hang and the three of them got out of the car, it was not the first time they had come here, but they all came here when it was dark, and they really hadn't seen the entire slum. Today they finally saw it, and it can be described as full of devastation and foul smell. Dozens of children in ragged clothes and dirt on their faces stared at them curiously from a distance, and many elderly people squatted at the mouth of the tent or in front of the earthen kiln.

There is a lake-like place in the distance, it is not a lake, it used to be a central square built by the government, after the Ta1 Liban overthrew the government, this square was no longer managed and repaired, and the meltwater on the snow-capped mountains filled this square, becoming a shallow artificial lake, the lake was full of mountains of garbage, many poor people and children made this home, and there were many children rummaging on the garbage mountain looking for food......

Xu Hang, Sun Manjiang and Yang Fengyun looked at this scene and those children, especially now that it was winter, but those children were still wearing single clothes and even barefoot, I really don't know how they spent this winter, their situation is no different from the old China before liberation in the old movie.

Xu Hang took out a cigarette and lit one, sighed silently, and looked at the many mobile food sales vehicles on the side of the road, but these small traders here have no business, because the people here have no money to buy them.

At this moment, an excited shout came from behind a large garbage heap beside them, and the three of them walked around to see a child of about five or six years old screaming and jumping excitedly with half a piece of moldy bread in his hand, and a younger child curled up like a dog on the garbage mountain and digging in search of it.

Sun Manjiang suddenly said in a low voice: "There is still money!" ”

Xu Hang looked at him suspiciously: "What are you doing?" ”

Sun Manjiang pointed to the food stalls: "Buy all the food and give it to these children." ”

"me, grandson, we're not Bodhisattvas."

Sun Manjiang said: "When I see them, I think of my son Zitong, since his mother was hit by a car, although he has never been hungry, he has not worn a new dress, bought a toy, and never eaten even a bag of French fries for a few years." If I hadn't met the boss and you, I really don't know what my life would have become like in the future. Especially every time I see Zitong watching others eat snacks, that kind of eager eyes, my heart seems to be grabbed fiercely, and I can't wait to take a gun and rob the bank immediately......"

"Okay, old grandson, I understand!" Xu Hang walked to the food stalls as he spoke, beckoned them together, took out a handful of dollars in his pocket, and wrapped up all the food on the stalls.

Sun Manjiang smiled and shouted to the children in the distance: "Come here!" ”

The children came over, and the three of them gave them the food, and the children stood numbly with a pile of food in their little dirty hands. There was no joy, no gratitude, no smile. Just looking at them like that, in what should have been innocent and clear eyes, as if there was nothing, the empty eyes were heartbreaking.

Yang Fengyun waved his hand and said, "Okay, you all go back, you don't have to dig garbage anymore." "The children didn't move, they stood there like puppets.

At this time, an old man came over, looked at Xu Hang, and said very sincerely: "Thank you, Allah will bless you, kind foreign friend......"

Sun Manjiang smiled slightly and nodded: "Let's go!" "Three men walked through the dirty and muddy shantytown and stood in front of a tent more than ten minutes later. This tent is far away from the others, standing alone.

Xu Hang lifted the curtain of the door wrapped in a torn quilt with plastic sheeting and walked in, there was no one inside, and the ground was littered with beer bottles and food packaging bags.

Yang Fengyun said: "In broad daylight, where did this guy go?" ”