(More than 1,000 words have been added to the previous chapter, and those who read it for the first time can re-read it)

Cheng Mo sabotaged the crane, so that even if the Hydra people found out that Ayala was trapped on the magic carpet, there was no way to get her back to the headquarters building in time. He jumped off the crane, braved the cold wind to the edge of the top platform, stood on the concrete fence and looked down, judged where there was room for strength, then took a deep breath, crouched down reflexively, grabbed the edge of the wall, leaned out of the building, and put his feet on the concrete façade.

Cheng Mo glanced down again, the distance of more than two hundred meters was like an abyss, and if he fell down from such a high place, even the carrier could not bear it. But he doesn't have many options, time is limited, he can't take off the shielding ring and return to the body, and then wait twelve hours to activate the carrier, if he doesn't climb down from the outer wall, he can only break through from the inside, compared to climbing the stairs is more efficient and safer.

Fortunately, in order to disguise itself as an unfinished building, the Hydra headquarters is not as smooth as the most fashionable glass building in the metropolis to the point that there is no foothold at all, every two or three floors, the building has a little raised eaves, which is not enough for ordinary people to borrow, but it is enough for the carrier, Cheng Mo once tried to climb a skyscraper with the carrier, but it was the first time that it was so high.

"As long as the quality of Hydra's Rona is not too bad, there will be no problem. Cheng Mo thought to himself, then he let go of his hand and slid down the vertical wall, Cheng Mo thought to himself that the friction sound between the expensive leather soles and the wall was really different from the rubber soles, and the sound of the wind at a height of two hundred meters was not the same as the wind on the lower floors, and his lightning thoughts were not over, and his fingertips touched the sixty-three layers of raised cement eaves.

Firmly grasping the cement eaves and successfully resisting gravity, Cheng Mo glanced down again, and made a slight calculation in his heart, assuming that he was doing a free fall movement, he would be able to reach the bottom layer in six .32 seconds, and six .32 seconds would just reach the terminal speed of the human body - 50M/S, which was a little faster than the speed at which the bullet was fired out of the chamber.

"This is really an interesting coincidence!" Cheng Mo muttered to himself at an altitude of two hundred meters, he grabbed the cement eaves and made a pull-up, felt the solidity of the cement eaves, and said in his heart: "It seems that the engineering quality of all the buildings of the Black Death is very reliable. Fortunately, the exterior wall of the Hydra headquarters building was forcibly broken into before the police were called, otherwise things would still be a bit troublesome. ”

Cheng Mo, who was determined, let go again, repeating the simple and mechanical actions again and again, and it took more than ten minutes to reach the sixth layer with a distance of 6:32 seconds. At the safe height of the sixth floor, Cheng Mo jumped directly to the square, looked up at the skyscraper that seemed to be unattainable, and walked on the ground under the strong physical function of the carrier, Cheng Mo sighed at the weakness of the person himself, and then patted the ash on his hands, and walked towards Aristotle Road in the cool evening breeze.

As for the ten kilograms of heroin, there was no way to return to the building just now, and it was estimated that it would be difficult to get it back, as long as it could solve the big problem of Xiyuan Temple Red Pill, he didn't pay too much attention to the ten kilograms of heroin. It's really not okay to have Ayala's Uloporos in his hand, Cheng Mo doesn't plan to threaten Ayala with this, he doesn't want to offend Hydra too much, and he also hopes that he can keep his identity as a doctor of the Black Death, which is also the reason why Cheng Mo didn't kill Ayala.

Maybe it should be said that it is one of the reasons, more or less what Ayala said, for Cheng Mo is still a little touched, he does not sympathize with Ayala's fate, in his opinion Ayala is relatively lucky, he just regrets that a famous historical and cultural city is being destroyed by artillery fire, Notre Dame Cathedral can still be repaired, but Damascus is gone, even if you donate more money, it is impossible to repair, just like the star city that was destroyed by the fire of Wenxi.

Cheng Mo walked quickly into the slum, he was already familiar with this place, it was time to cut off the power and water, but there was still a lot of light here, in addition to starlight and lights and bonfires, it was not allowed to light bonfires in the war zone, and the flames that symbolized light might lead to explosions that symbolized destruction. The familiar stench filled the tip of his nose, but when Cheng Mo saw an old man in ragged clothes holding a box of broken chalk and teaching a group of children to read next to a burning garbage heap, he felt that the stench was not as disgusting as it had been at first.

However, today is different from the previous days, he came in dressed as a homeless man a few days ago, but today he wore a famous brand, although the soles of his iron lion Tony have been completely worn out, but it does not affect the fact that he is in the slum at the moment is Haoyue in the dark, and those dark eyes are all focused on him.

Cheng Mo had no time to appreciate the condensed meaning in these eyes, for a Chosen One, these people were no different from ants. He walked briskly forward, and not far in front of him, there was an alley that led out of the slum.

However, it was not so easy, a Middle Eastern woman with a sad face rushed out of the corridor on either side, she stepped on the garbage heap piled up on the side of the corridor, grabbed Cheng Mo's arm in the middle of the narrow road, and said in an eager Saudi: "Guest, come in and patronize me, it only costs five euros." ”

Now that Cheng Mo has no problem listening to Saudi, he shook his head and said in a low voice: "No need. ”

"Please, guest! I've only been in Athens for a short time, and it's very clean..... Don't look at me a little older, but I'll be able to satisfy you. ”

Cheng Mo shook his head again, he thought to himself that maybe she had only only been here for a long time, so he didn't know that this kind of transaction in the slums only cost a few euro cents.

However, the woman grabbed Cheng Mo's arm, half-bent her legs and dragged him to prevent him from leaving, and the woman begged bitterly: "I really beg you, five euros is not good, two euros is fine, you go to the red light district outside for at least twenty euros....."

Cheng Mo turned his head to look at the woman, he hadn't looked at her directly, just like people would not look down at other ants on the street under normal circumstances. The Middle Eastern woman's face was covered with a thick layer of powder, the cheap white powder only filling in the wrinkles of her skin, not smoothing it, which made her look even older, even enough to be his grandmother. There was a little black eyeshadow around her eyes, and to cover the black circles, the brown pupils were no longer luster, and they were just a container full of desperate gray, so full that it overflowed, but not in the form of tears.

It was so dry that there were no tears.

"You can't do anything. Li Jiting's words echoed in Cheng Mo's mind, and Cheng Mo was ready to shake off the woman's hand. At this moment, the child's cry sounded in the room behind the woman, and Cheng Mo looked into the black room, where there was no candle flame, only an irritating cry. The woman noticed Cheng Mo's gaze and whispered again: "They won't affect you, I'll call the children out later." ”

A deep sorrow covered Cheng Mo's heart like cold snow, inexplicably Cheng Mo felt powerless and insignificant, and he remembered Ayala's words again, "Those of you who have extraordinary powers, have never thought of saving ordinary people who are wailing in the war? Never, not only sit idly by, but even be an accomplice!" At this moment, Cheng Mo felt that he had become a transparent ghost, like a balloon that had lost its traction, floating towards the sky without weight.

"Let's go in!" Cheng Mo whispered.

"Two euros, two euros. The woman couldn't wait to stretch out her hand to Cheng Mo, and immediately she said again, "If you give a little more, I can.... Many...... To give you some ..... Serve. ”

"I'll go in and give it to you. Cheng Mo said expressionlessly.

"You can't lie to me, if you don't give money, I'll tell Jihad!"

Cheng Mo didn't speak but walked towards the room, the woman dragged his arm as if she was afraid of her running away, Cheng Mo didn't push away the woman who was covered with the smell of garbage, and when she walked into the simple room, there was no furniture in it, only a few tattered mattresses and bowls issued by the Greek government, and there were five children of different ages lying on the tattered mattresses, they didn't even have a quilt in winter, huddled together to warm their bodies,

Cheng Mo followed the crying voice, and a thin girl in a red sweater was curled up in the corner, holding a crying child in her arms. His throat-tearing cry was emotionless, and it didn't make people feel pity in the slightest, it only made people feel noisy.

The woman shouted, "Amera, light the candles and go out with your younger siblings." ”

Cheng Mo remembers that "Amera" means hope in the Saudi language.

The little girl did not speak, but put the crying child on the mattress, and then woke up the younger siblings who were sleeping beside her, the little girl was sleepy-eyed, and the little girl lit the candle on the windowsill with a yawn.

"Hurry up.....," the woman said impatiently, "no wonder Mubayed doesn't look down on you, you see you do something slowly! ”

"Woman?" Cheng Mo glanced at the girl named Amela again, her body was as thin as paper, her hands and legs were not much thicker than bamboo, and her age was no more than twelve years old, which was still the age of elementary school in Huaxia.

"If you can get married quickly, how much can you get a dowry..... the woman babbled, the little girl holding the child looked at her mother timidly, glanced at Cheng Mo again, and led her younger siblings out of the room.

The woman admonished, "Aisha, you can go farther, you can go to Teacher Rahman to teach you how to read and write, maybe he will be kind enough to give you something to eat." ”

The little girl hung her head and did not answer.

The candle flame in the room lit up the icy darkness, and pitch-black shadows flickered on the walls. The woman grabbed her clothes, looked at Cheng Mo and said expectantly, "I said that I would give money when I came in..... If you don't give money, I won't ....."

Cheng Mo didn't wait for the woman to finish, he interrupted the woman's words and asked in a low voice, "What's your name?"

The woman smiled embarrassedly and replied, "Distinguished guest, my name is Bashar. ”

"Bashar. Cheng Mo took out Ayala's Ulopolos from his trouser belt and handed it to the woman in front of him, "Tomorrow you take this watch and go to the guard of the building in front of you and ask him to take you to see Ahmadi, or you can wait, someone will come to you, you give them the watch, and they will arrange a job for you." ”

The woman took the watch with some doubts, she looked at it a few times, her expression seemed to be not believing that it was valuable, she swallowed her saliva, returned the watch worth hundreds of millions to Cheng Mo and said, "I just need money, can you give me money." My kids are still waiting to eat, they haven't eaten for a day!"

Cheng Mo didn't laugh at her stupidity, he didn't take the watch, he just took out a stack of money from his trouser pocket, but after thinking about it, he only took out a hundred euros and gave it to her, "These are enough for you to eat for several days." ”

After saying that, Cheng Mo turned around and walked towards the door, the woman looked at the hundred euros in her hand and was stunned for a moment, just wanted to stop Cheng Mo, but when she looked up, Cheng Mo's voice was gone, and only Cheng Mo's voice was left in the air, "Don't sell your watch, if you sell your watch, you will lose everything!"

The woman ran out of the door, grabbed the door frame but didn't see Cheng Mo, she knelt down towards the east, folded her hands, bowed her head and sobbed: "Thank you! Thank you!"

Cheng Mo walked briskly towards the exit of Aristotle Road, although he had just done a good deed, his mood was not happy at all. His heart was mixed, just a few decades ago, the Chinese people suffered more miserable than this, but just 20 years after recovering their vitality, there are countless keyboard warriors clamoring for war, they don't understand the cruelty of war at all, they don't understand that the bullet spins through the body and takes away more than just life, and they don't understand that the bomb razes the house and destroys more than the home.

They think that war is the same as in the game, just pulling the trigger, dying and waiting for the next resurrection; they think that war is the same as in the movie, full of sacredness, full of blood, full of comradeship, and singing the phrase 'Ambition is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsting for Hun blood'. War is just the devil, it plunders not only life, but also hope, because men become corpses, women because they become J women, children because they have no future.

They haven't seen anything in the slums, that's why they yearn for it.

It's a ridiculous thing. People who have never experienced war watch the news and regard war as a good talking point, and happily talk about how much the armies of two countries are fighting in a third country. When there is friction between the country and neighboring countries, some people also complain that the country is too weak and should be on the side of Seoul, Tokyo, Hanoi and New Delhi.......

Humanity is forgetting history at a real rate. Even if the history books say how terrible the war is, when the scars are healed, the pain will be forgotten.

Cheng Mo felt inexplicably heavy, making him feel like he was feeling a heart again, and his breathing became depressed, he lowered his head and walked out of Aristotle Road quickly, not wanting to look at the flashing red light districts on the street, nor wanting to stay in this place for a second longer, what suffocates people here is not the stench, but the sins of human beings themselves.

Walking out of the dim alley and leaving the slum, Cheng Mo looked up at the streetlamp on the side of the road, under the streetlamp there was a golden carriage parked, the carriage of the golden carriage had a blue shield pattern surrounded by golden bees, two white thoroughbred horses were snorting under the street lamp, and Napoleon VII's butler Maurice sat in front of the carriage, he was wearing a black gown and a "collar" made of muslin pleats tied around his neck.

This somewhat dilapidated street was made splendid by the appearance of the carriage.

But across the street are two worlds, Cheng Mo thought to himself: "There are no saints in this world, everyone is guilty." ”