"Because they are fire!" Li Xiaohu smiled coldly and said: "A single spark can start a prairie fire. Therefore, we must not leave any alive!"
"Alas!" Huang Bing'er sighed and said: "So far, we have not killed Jordan, but have killed nearly a thousand African tribesmen. If we continue, our actions will be criticized by the international community.
condemn!"
"Then let them condemn it!" Li Xiaohu waved his hand and said, "Have you ever seen anyone condemning the killer group?"
Huang Bing'er glanced at Li Xiaohu, and for some reason, she suddenly found that the little tiger in her mind was transforming little by little. From the gentle, kind, hesitant little tiger before, he became the murderous demon who kills without blinking an eye.
None of the more than 300 people in the Tula tribe survived, which immediately attracted strong attention from the international community and caused a huge shock in the African land. Throughout northern Africa, four or five small tribes were massacred completely.
It is absolutely incredible. The international community immediately condemned and urged the local government to protect the tribesmen, and asked the local government to send troops to protect the people of those tribes.
Several small countries in northern Africa have received warnings from the United Nations, asking them to take action. In desperation, the local government could only send a few militia troops to patrol around some tribes. However, this approach was useless.
, the local government also knew that people who could massacre several tribes could not be ordinary people. Their strength was far greater than that of these militia forces, but due to the public opinion of the international community, they had to do something.
What Li Xiaohu and others did completely angered the African people, but the government's timidity and incompetence made the African people helpless. After Haitang learned of the situation, she immediately rushed to several tribes to appease the locals. Haitang
It was the Tula tribe that went there. This small tribe in the country of Niger became a pawn in Jordan's hands. For a few pieces of bread and water, they became corpses one after another.
"What a tragedy!" When Haitang and others rushed to the scene, the militiamen were collecting the remains of the entire tribe. The corpses were dragged to the middle of the tribe one after another and then piled up. The militiamen were directly on top of them.
A large amount of gasoline was sprinkled on it, and then a fire was lit directly.
Haitang stood in this tribe. Outside, a large number of people from nearby tribes heard that Haitang was coming and came to take a look. They stood not far away and looked at Haitang carefully, hoping to see this kind angel.
"Haitang, are you okay?" Huang Ting gently pulled Haitang. Haitang fell into deep thought and stood at the scene of the corpse burning. A large number of children's corpses were also thrown into the fire, surrounded by wizards from nearby tribes.
He kept dancing and singing, using language and sounds that Haitang and others could not understand at all. Haitang shook his head gently and said, "It's okay!"
"As long as you're okay!" Huang Ting nodded hurriedly.
"Who is so cruel that he killed so many innocent children?" Haitang thought helplessly.
"Haha, there are so many possibilities!" Huang Ting said with a faint smile: "Let's go back, we can almost return home. The purpose of the trip to Africa has been achieved. Your contribution to Africa is far greater than that of some countries and
