"There is no longer enough food. Although we have reduced it to one meal a day, if the food still cannot be delivered on time, we can hold on until tomorrow at most."

Ms Rouse from the charity said worriedly.

"Yes, at that time, we will have to stop distributing food." Tucker was also worried.

"Can we ask for help from the army?" Ms. Laws asked hopefully.

"cannot."

Tucker shook his head: "I consulted Lieutenant Colonel Charles, but the Lieutenant Colonel said that the food at the port will ensure that the US military and dock workers will have no extra food to distribute to those refugees.

However, the Lieutenant Colonel also said that he will ensure that people in our charity organization will not worry about hunger. I think this is the only thing the Lieutenant Colonel can do."

Ms. Rouse sighed.

"Okay, let's take a good rest. We will continue to investigate in the evening." Tucker comforted and said, "I believe that maybe when I open my eyes tomorrow, the food will be delivered."

That's all it can do so far.

"Hey, who put this here?"

When people from the charity organization were packing up their things and preparing to leave, Lieutenant Nate took out half a loaf of bread wrapped in paper from the gravel in a corner: "This is still fresh bread, what a waste."

"Lieutenant." Ms. Rouse pulled Lieutenant Nate aside and whispered: "We put this here intentionally."

"Deliberately?" Lieutenant Nate was a little confused.

"Yes." Ms. Rouse explained: "These are all our own rations. We have discussed that before the supply ship arrives, all of us will reduce our rations in half and give the savings to the victims.

.

But, after all, there are not many people we can help, and we cannot give it to everyone. In order to avoid conflicts, we will hide them here, and then quietly tell the victims who are most difficult and in need of help. Wait until night

, those people will come looking for it.”

"Do you know who needs help the most?" Lieutenant Nate asked curiously.

"Of course, this is why we always conduct investigations day and night to learn as much as possible about every disaster victim nearby." Ms. Rouse showed a bright smile on her face: "I remember, I once saw a child. When he found

When he had half a loaf of bread, he was as happy as an angel."

"I respect your work." Lieutenant Nate put the bread back: "If there is any need, I will try my best to provide assistance."

For a moment, Ms. Rouse regained hope: "Can you give us some food?"

Lieutenant Nate suddenly seemed a little embarrassed: "Besides this, I think I can help with other things."

…

Tucker stopped the car.

The person sitting on top of the charity organization got out of the car.

"Hey, everyone, please stay safe."

Tucker raised his voice and said.

"Do not worry."

Several members of charity organizations answered confidently.

Tucker sat in the car and lit a cigarette.

By the time the draw was finished, those charitable organizations had completely disappeared.

He threw away the cigarette and got out of the car.

Not far away, there are bright lights.

The convoys in and out of Manila are very busy.

He entered a ruins on the edge.

The moonlight shines on the ruins.

Tucker chose a dark corner.

He was hiding there like a hunter, waiting for his prey to take the bait.

After a while, a figure appeared.

With the help of the moonlight, I could see clearly that it was a child.

The child seemed to be looking for something there.

She was so focused on her search that she was unwilling to give up any corner.

Suddenly, she seemed to sense some danger.

Just when she wanted to turn back, a huge figure grabbed her.

Before she could exclaim, her mouth was already covered.

Then, she was hit hard on the back of the neck.

The girl fainted immediately.

That's Tucker!

Tucker is very familiar with this place.

Taking the fainted girl with him, he quickly left from the west.

However, at this moment, several bright flashlights suddenly lit up.

The leader, Li Zhifeng, looked at Tucker with a smile: "Dear Mr. Tucker, why are you still here so late? What is in your hand? Food?"

Tucker's expression changed drastically.

His reaction was quick, he threw away the child in his hand, turned around and ran away.

…

Its daybreak.

"I am Cao!"

Li Zhifeng cursed: "It took so much strength to hold him down, and he even injured one of us."

"Look at your potential." Meng Shaoyuan looked disdainful: "You can't even win over anyone."

"You understand the situation." Li Zhifeng suddenly became unhappy: "You want to live! If you want to die, I can kill him in a few seconds."

He is a soldier.

He learned the killing technique.

He may not be able to win in a ring competition with the same opponent.

But when it comes to life and death, the one who survives in the end must be Li Zhifeng!

Of course Meng Shaoyuan knew this, but if he didn't find fault with Li Zhifeng for a day, he would feel uncomfortable all over: "Come on, just brag and bring people in."

When Tucker was brought in, his face was bruised and bruised.

Meng Shaoyuan looked at him with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Tucker."

Tucker didn't say a word.

"Hey, I heard that the murderer was caught." Coston was well-informed and walked in excitedly. When he saw Tucker, he was startled: "Why is it you?"

"Why can't it be him?"

Meng Shaoyuan said calmly: "Before, I also made a subjective error in judgment. The first thing I thought of was that the Japanese did it. Therefore, I ordered people to start secretly investigating those Japanese, and also arrested many.

But the results of the investigation show that none of these people are suspects, which makes me doubt my previous judgment..."

He took it for granted that it was done by the Japanese.

But when one suspect target after another was eliminated, Meng Shaoyuan began to judge whether he had taken the wrong path.

"I always think that perverts will find ways to satisfy their abnormal psychology no matter when and where they are." Meng Shaoyuan continued: "But I ignored that compared with life, especially when life cannot be guaranteed at all, Desires will be temporarily suppressed,

Similarly, this can also be applied to a large number of Filipino disaster victims. When people are hungry, the first thing they think of is how to fill their stomachs, not the things between men and women.

So, who could it be? I thought about the Manila Port. Could the murderer be hiding there? Or is it even possible for the soldiers to do this? I even asked Captain William to quietly investigate the behavior of the soldiers on the night of the crime. However, it turned out that they were not involved in the case.
Chapter completed!