Today, the giant god company provides rescue services in a certain area.

Tomorrow, Ambrera's big trucks will arrive in the area to provide more and better aid to the suffering, or both convoys will arrive at the same time.

Free vaccinations are non-stop, and a huge amount of money has been scattered all over the world, in order to compete for people's hearts.

Now the hearts of the people in the world are like a plate of loose sand, and the giant god and Ambrera are trying to gather the loose sand around them and turn it into a hard wall for their own use.

The *** in the region prefers the giant god company to the domineering Ambrera, because the vaccines, bread, and safety provided by Irons are only charged at a very low price.

The populace, on the other hand, prefers Ambrera Corporation, which provides better food, medicine, and entertainment, unaware that the cost of this aid is the vast expanses of land in their country and the presence of private troops.

The beneficiaries of this kind of open and covert struggle for aid are often ordinary people.

Syria has been plagued by civil war for many years, and even in 2061, Syria is still mired in civil war, and many people know why, if not much.

Under the dilapidated buildings that have never been repaired are messily piled together with earthy yellow bricks, and the slightly raised sand and dust bring a bleak winter, and pedestrians wait under what can be called dangerous buildings, their expectant eyes flickering at the end of the barely considered dirt road.

The ignorant children were led by their parents, who hid behind the adults, hiding their bodies in the shadows, and looked at the end of the dirt road with the adults.

They didn't dare to step out of the area, even if the shell-ravaged buildings could collapse the next second because someone leaned over to rest.

Two cars appeared at the end of the road, and if you looked closely, they were followed by other cars.

A convoy of heavy armoured vehicles and personnel carriers crushed brass shells buried in the dirt on the ground, and drove towards the men, women and children who stood in the shadows of the building with a sense of hope and despair.

The Syrian civilians waiting in line all showed surprise and relief when they saw the two convoys, because after they arrived, they said that they could find temporary safety; Clean food and water.

Both fleets of armoured cars have eye-catching markings on the fronts, and the color scheme of the bodies is highly consistent with the surrounding earthy buildings, and the tough style indicates that these vehicles are not conventional vehicles.

These are armored vehicles, and if the news does not reach the ears of the civilians in advance, the civilians will definitely not have the courage to go outside the shelter and be on the same plane as the steel monster that represents the death of the war.

Bulletproof tires ran over hundreds of meters of dirt road, and with the wail of stones overwhelmed by the squeeze of industrial rubber, the two train convoys stopped in front of the dangerous building.

A number of soldiers wearing power exoskeletons walked down from both armoured vehicles, and after glancing at each other, they quickly turned on the mechanism on the lightly modified armored car, and quickly set up several tents to block the sun.

The skillful movements showed that they had done this a lot of times, and the constant gaze at the state of the opposing convoy also showed the competitive mentality of the soldiers on both sides.

A strong smell of meat suddenly spread to the scene, causing the thirsty mouths of many Syrian civilians who were still waiting miraculously secreted saliva, and they probed to find the source of the meat aroma.

Soon after, they fixed their eyes on the large cylindrical iron pot carried by two Ambrera Company soldiers.

As the iron pot approached, the aroma of the meat gradually became stronger, making the group of civilians who had heard heard of it regretting that they had not brought everyone in the family with them, so that they could eat more meat.

When the Titans team moved out of the supply boxes, they realized that such worries might be unfounded.

Seeing that the eyes of all the civilians were attracted by the cauldron of meat, one of Ambrera's mercenaries couldn't help but look at the team of the Titan Company next to them, and then they saw the mercenaries of the Giant God Company take out bulging backpacks and insulated lunch boxes from the supply boxes.

They had erected a sign next to the convoy with a sign in Arabic, English and French that said to pick up the aluminum lunch box first and then go to the other side to pick up the food.

Not only that, but for care

Those illiterate civilians, they also erected a four-panel cartoon that people could understand at a glance.

And in the comics, the image of the Ambrera company soldier is depicted as a chubby chef.

The people of the Titan Company are obviously prepared! This time it's not about comparing materials with them!

Ambrera's mercenaries were so angry that although they didn't use knives and guns for this kind of thing, they were a little unhappy in their hearts, as if they had lost.

But if you are not happy, you will not be happy, and the work will have to continue.

After the Arabic-speaking Titans soldiers reminded civilians that they could queue up for help, Syrian civilians, already hungry and thirsty, began to line up in order.

One person, one backpack and a lunch box, after receiving it from the giant god company, the civilians walked to the team of the Ambrera company, opened the brand new lunch box, and looked at the female soldiers standing behind a few cauldrons expectantly.

The female soldiers didn't care, they were genuinely happy to be able to help people, but they were slightly embarrassed to hide the disposable cutlery in the box.

In addition to hot food, Ambrera will also provide a satchel, which contains similar contents to the backpack provided by Titan, which are compressed food, water, various vitamin tablets, and common medications.

After receiving the supplies, these civilians also need to be vaccinated to avoid infection with the smallpox virus.

Several two-meter-tall veterans of the headquarters wrapped in black combat uniforms stood behind the busy mercenaries, providing civilians with a sense of security with their wide bodies and extremely safe bodies.

Their gaze, hidden under their helmets, swept over the faintly competitive sides, revealing a smile like an old father.

At present, the vast majority of the staff in the Ambrera Corporation branch, that is, the mercenaries, are the natives of this world, and the number of special operations veterans from the Resident Evil world in the Ambrera branch is only 1/20.

They came with a mission and knew what they were going to do.

Now that they already know that the people in the group will also become their colleagues and comrades-in-arms in the future, they now look at these locals who are still at a loss and don't know the real situation, and are still close to the soldiers of the giant god company, they naturally have a feeling that their predecessors are looking at the new.

It's so cute, it's clear that they will be a family in the future, and they will have to compete there, and I don't know what kind of expression they will show when they know the truth and sit together!

"Huh?"

A man in a robe among the civilians in the queue behaved abnormally several times in a row, attracting the keen eyes of the special operations veterans.

The bearded man in the beige robe looked around, his face without any joy or anticipation of the imminent receipt of relief food, sweaty on his forehead, and his body moved back and forth in a hurry, as the procession progressed slowly.

The special operations veteran radioed the anomaly to the others, told them to stay calm, and remotely controlled the stealth drone to get close to investigate.