"The war never stops"

After speaking, the sewing machine holding the lunch box quickly took a few mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, and then urged, "Anyway, these have nothing to do with us. While there is still time, everyone should eat quickly. No accidents.

If so, I'm afraid the wounded will be sent here soon."

After this reminder, everyone also speeded up their eating, and the little translator Rama even trotted along to take out Wei Ran's lunch box and tableware.

"What just exploded was in the direction of the Falange headquarters."

While he was eating, Cradle said again, "So, those who will be sent here later will be all Falangists?"

"So what if it's them?" Edelweiss asked nonchalantly.

"They will monopolize medical resources."

Wei Ran answered this while picking food into his mouth, "Just like the major sent by the Phalangists last time, they will drive away other wounded people, especially Palestinians."

"With such a big bomb, I didn't realize it would only injure one or two majors."

The sewing machine said as he closed the empty lunch box, "And do you still remember? We just transferred so many medical staff yesterday, and I can even smell the smell of conspiracy from it."

"So what should we do?" Cradle asked subconsciously.

"At least hide our ambulance"

After saying this, Sewing Machine glanced at Wei Ran, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "It's best not to conflict with them. Let's do this, Cradle and Edelweiss, you take the children to the garage for now."

"No, we need to..." in the operating room.

"If this place is really commandeered by the Falangists"

Sewing Machine didn't wait for Edelweiss to finish, and then said, "At that time, you can continue the medical rescue work with the help of the hot air balloon and the children."

"Are you sure they can hide in the garage?"

Wei Ran had to remind, "If the Falange really intends to commandeer this place, they won't just surround the operating room."

"This is indeed a problem..." The sewing machine couldn't help but frowned.

"And there's another, more important question."

Seeing that the metal book did not stop him, Wei Ran continued to remind him, "Even if they took the children and the ambulance and escaped the Falangists' requisition, even if they still had hot air balloons, do you think they would not be shot if they started medical work in another place?

Did the party find out?

If there is another armed conflict between the two sides, do you think the Falangists will let you provide medical assistance to their enemies?"

"Do you have any better suggestions?" the sewing machine asked.

"I suggest it be better to..."

Before Wei Ran's suggestion could be uttered, the frantic motorcycle engine drove from far to near, carrying smoke and dust all the way to their side, and then it flicked to a stop.

"Come on and get out of here with me!"

The hot air balloon lifted up the visor of his helmet and said, "Drive your car and take all the children with you! Hurry!"

"What happened?" Edelweiss and Cradle asked in unison.

“Just now”

The hot air balloon turned around and pointed in the direction behind him, "The explosion just now occurred at the headquarters of the Falang Party. It is said that Mr. Zongtong has been killed."

"What did you say? The boss was killed by the explosion?" Sewing Machine's eyes widened.

"Now is not the time to talk about this"

The sewing machine urged, "Hurry up and get in your car, take the children and leave here. This place will definitely be requisitioned by them next."

"Where to go from here?" asked the sewing machine.

“Leaving Beirut of course!”

The hot air balloon said hurriedly, "General Bucket is dead, and the continuation of the civil war is unavoidable. Now it is no longer suitable for Médecins Sans Frontières to continue humanitarian relief here. You must leave Beirut immediately and leave Fencenen."

"What are you still hesitating about?!"

The hot air balloon patted the fuel tank hard, "Hurry up, get in your car and come with me!"

"Sir, we..."

"You guys should leave too!"

The hot air balloon did not give Rama a chance to finish his words, and said in Arabic, "After leaving Lebanon, I will send you to France, where you can study, and in the future you can choose to become a doctor, or join the lawless community like me.

, or become a businessman.

No matter what, when you have enough ability, if you are still willing to return to Beirut, you will always come back, and you will play a greater value than you do now."

"Don't waste any more time!" the hot air balloon urged anxiously, "If you delay any longer, I will have to make all of you pick up your guns!"

After trying to open his mouth several times but unable to make any sound at all, Wei Ran threw away the lunch box in his hand, picked up Rama, and then pulled Edelweiss and ran towards the garage.

Seeing this, the sewing machine and the cradle also reacted one after another. One grabbed Hanwad's wrist, the other pulled Dalal, followed Wei Ran, and ran towards the garage.

Seeing this, the hot air balloon breathed a sigh of relief and immediately ran into the operating room. After carrying his own bag, he got back on the motorcycle and rode to the garage door where the iron door had been opened. He got off the car and ran inside while reminding him loudly, "

Just bring the necessary things, we have to hurry up!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already passed through the gap between the car and the wall and ran into the small courtyard at the back. When he came out, he already had a body bag containing weapons in his hand, as well as the body bag that Wei Ran had picked up before.

The Falangist uniforms that came back had been cleaned.

"Which one do you use?"

The hot air balloon asked Wei Ran, who had just gotten into the passenger seat with a bag, and at the same time threw the pile of clothes in his arms into the car.

"AK"

After Wei Ran finished speaking, the hot air balloon took out the short and compact AKS74U from the body bag, and stuffed it into his hand along with the magazine installed in the Huaxia Type 56 chest hanger.

"Gentlemen, please allow me to remind you that we are..."

Before Cradle could finish his words, the hot air balloon, which was busy fixing the SVD wrapped in surgical sheets on the roof of the car, responded, "Medicines Without Borders is the one who lives. If we die, our identity is just corpses."

.and..."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The hot air balloon tied the rifle tightly with a belt on the luggage rack, and then gave the guards a few grenades to burn, and kept saying, "And you are without borders.

Doctor, but I’m just a helper for MSF.”

"I am off duty now"

As Wei Ran spoke, he had already stuffed the four grenades he had received into the bag hanging on his chest, "So please call me Dongfeng."

"Stop discussing these meaningless childish topics."

Sewing Machine threw the luggage from the tent into the car and asked, "Where are we waiting?"

"The pier! Of course it's the pier!"

The hot air balloon replied very quickly, "Wait a minute. I will ride at the front. You guys have to go faster. The faster the better."

"Let me drive"

Edelweiss said, and then she actually took out the wine bottle that Wei Ran had given her as a birthday gift, unscrewed it, and took a big sip.

"We're leaving now!"

The hot air balloon fixed the last belt, then threw his backpack and suitcase onto the stretcher of the emergency vehicle. He took the small Uzi submachine gun and several spare magazines, loading the ammunition while running

toward the dirt bike outside the garage door.

"fasten your seatbelt!"

Weiran closed the passenger door and loudly reminded the people in the car behind him. At the same time, Edelweiss, who was sitting in the driver's seat, also pressed the start button.

With the roar of the engine, the six-wheeled off-road vehicle rushed out of the garage with a catapult start. At the same time, the co-pilot's submachine gun was loaded with bullets.

Almost the second before Edelweiss drove the ambulance out of the hospital, the hot air balloon also passed them on a motorcycle, using double flashes to guide the way.

So you actually escaped from Beirut?

Wei Ran, who was sitting in the passenger seat, couldn't help but mutter to himself. Of course he knew this was impossible.

After all, the "scene restriction" requirement of the metal book, in addition to not revealing the relevant historical process, also states that "you are not allowed to escape the refugee camp."

After thinking for a moment, he clamped the submachine gun in his hand between his knees, and then took out his camera under the cover of the specially brought backpack.

First, he clicked the shutter towards Edelweiss, who was in charge of driving. Wei Ran then pointed the camera at the sewing machine couple and three children behind him, and clicked the shutter towards them too.

"Why didn't you sit in the driver's seat just now?"

Edelweiss, who almost pressed the accelerator to the bottom, glanced at Wei Ran quickly and asked, "Is it because my driving skills are better?"

"Not really"

Wei Ran pointed the camera out of the car window and replied, "I can't hold a gun while driving."

"So my driving skills are not good?"

Edelweiss asked loudly, and at the same time, he also increased the speed of the car by downshifting to replenish fuel in an exceptionally smooth manner.

Knowing that the girl was trying to relieve the tension in his heart, Wei Ran replied loudly after pressing the shutter button again, "Compared with whether your driving skills are good or not, I'm more curious about where you learned such rough driving habits!"
To be continued...