"To be honest, I really don't know whether I should sympathize with these Africans or hate them. They have committed all the crimes I can think of." Qin Ming stood in front of several skeletons, feeling uneasy.
Ork was forced to join the advance team under pressure, or was deceived. For this reason, he had to personally take twenty of his men to receive simple training, and also opened his trophy warehouse to the advance team.
The warehouse is a block that was sealed off by Oak's order. It is privately owned by the boss, symbolizing his power and status. But in fact, Oak himself also grabbed this area from others, and he has only been here a few times.
, have no idea what’s in it?
On the surface, this seems to be a place where food, gasoline, and firearms are piled. But if you go deeper into this construction area, no one can tell what is inside?
In the early stages of the inventory, all that was found in the warehouse were tattered and rotten waste. Maybe they were bright and shiny when they were robbed a year ago, but now they are no longer useful.
What's also disgusting is the large number of corpses piled up here. I don't know if that bastard once committed massacre here. Hundreds of corpses were placed on the ground, including men, women, old and young. You can imagine the bloodshed and violence that happened here at that time.
Brutal incident.
The skeleton in front of Qin Ming was obviously that of a child, especially a young one, but he did not escape the disaster. You must know that the commander of the Aurora Legion has always been considered cold-blooded and ruthless, but at least he has some limits. And in Africa, there are no limits.
there is none left.
"We can't take care of these things, let's complete our own tasks." Mr. Fuller patted Qin Ming's shoulder, sighed a few times, and continued to walk into Oak's warehouse area. This area is composed of a street, with open-air stacks
a lot of things.
"I found cotton." Qin Ming took the lead in finding a large amount of lint cotton. The rough-processed cotton was piled in a house. Some of the cotton was damaged due to rain and humidity, but there were still many that were completely packaged and well-preserved.
"Cotton is an important export product of Angola. The people who robbed it may want to sell it at a good price in the future, but it is a pity that they have no chance. How much cotton is here?" Mr. Fuller tried to determine the amount, but he soon discovered that there were many cotton around the house.
Dozens of containers filled with cotton.
"This much cotton is enough to provide clothing for tens of thousands of people. But what is the use of having so much cotton? We have no plans to develop the textile industry." Qin Ming laughed at himself. He hoped to find goods such as food, but it was difficult to find food.
Obviously there is nothing to eat here.
"We can use these cottons to make the simplest cotton-padded clothes. Believe me, people nowadays are extremely afraid of the cold. Winter will come again, and the sales of cotton-padded clothes will definitely be good." Mr. Fuller laughed.
During the subsequent search, we found bananas that were rotting into ashes, rusty construction machinery, and rubber piled randomly. The only thing that could be used immediately was canned cocoa beans, which were only in small quantities. In addition, they were in a room.
There is also some tobacco.
However, when he saw the tobacco, Qin Ming immediately took off the rifle behind him and looked around cautiously. His sudden nervousness made Mr. Fuller very uneasy, and he quickly asked in a low voice: "What happened?"
The neighborhood used as an open-air warehouse is very deserted, and even the guards are unwilling to stay. No strangers are allowed to enter here, and it is gray and depressed. The mottled building walls exude the smell of decay, there is some grass growing on the ground, and all kinds of debris are piled up indiscriminately.
, a desolate scene.
"There are people living here." Qin Ming pointed to the can containing tobacco. Compared with the dust that can be seen everywhere in other places, this can is not only particularly clean, but there are also some ash left by smoking around it.
"Perhaps Oak's men sneaked in. Tobacco is in very short supply." Mr. Fuller speculated, "These thugs are not people who follow the rules. Maybe it was the guards guarding this place who did it."
"If it's a guard, they can take this jar away. There's no need to hide here and smoke. I think someone is secretly hiding somewhere nearby and come out to smoke during the break." Qin Ming touched his hand to his shoulder.
, you have to press the intercom to call someone.
But Mr. Fuller immediately stopped him and said: "No, no, maybe they are people taking refuge in the city. Maybe we can help them."
"I don't want to be a bad person, and I won't just help strangers who I don't know well and have difficulty distinguishing between friends and foes." Qin Ming still pressed the intercom, "At this time, asking a companion to help is the right choice."
But before Qin Ming could put his hands on his shoulders, a clear and low voice suddenly came from above their heads: "Boy, if you dare to move, I will smash your head."
Qin Ming stopped moving, but Mr. Fuller was shocked. The latter quickly looked up and saw a white girl with a ponytail appearing on the stairs on the second floor of the house. He immediately raised his hand and shouted
: "Don't shoot, the sound of gunfire will attract the guards. And we don't mean any harm."
The girl was distracted by Mr. Fuller's shout, so Qin Ming took advantage of his opponent's brief moment of trance to move his body and swoop behind a wall of the house.
The girl with the ponytail immediately became furious and turned the muzzle of the gun to shoot. But Mr. Fuller stood there without moving, still raising his hands and shouting: "For the sake of God, don't shoot. Otherwise, there will be a lot of trouble."
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The girl stood there and pointed the gun at Mr. Fuller, but Qin Ming quietly slipped along the wall to the other side. But not long after, he walked back by himself, and another taller white girl took aim at the gun.
He approached slowly.
"Everyone, I say calm down. We are not thugs occupying this city. On the contrary, the forces this child belongs to are from the United States. He is here to perform a rescue mission. I am a survivor who was rescued by them. I can pray to God
I swear what I tell is the truth."
Mr. Fuller tried his best to persuade Qin Ming to put down the gun. He couldn't let it go, because both guns were pointed at him. But the two white girls who suddenly appeared were silent for a long time after looking at each other.
The girl with the ponytail was younger, probably the same age as Qin Ming. She asked the taller girl: "What should we do now?"
The tall girl looked about seventeen or eighteen, with short hair, sportswear, and a double-barreled shotgun in her hand, but she didn't reply. After a while, she said: "Tie them up and take them away."
"I advise you not to have such a plan." It was Qin Ming who spoke this time, "If I disappear, my companions will definitely come looking for me. They are the best warriors and tracking experts, and they are harder to deal with than me.
Too many. I advise you to let me go."
"Haha..." the tall girl sneered, "cute little guy, are you threatening me?"
"I'm not threatening, I'm just stating the facts. I guess you must be hiding in a nearby basement or sewer to survive. Such a place is not difficult to find. And you don't look like you are living alone. You must have other companions.
.So why don’t we cooperate?”
Facing the muzzle of the gun, Qin Ming's head was spinning much faster than usual. "Looking at the color of your skin, you should have lived underground for a long time. Do you still have food? Do you have medicine? Do you have a future? And I
I can help you, just like we helped Mr. Fuller."
The two girls obviously hesitated, but the girl with the ponytail observed carefully for a long time and suddenly asked: "You are not very old, why did you come here from the United States?"
"My adoptive father asked me to exercise." Qin Ming felt that the current exercise was really exciting, and the black muzzle was not that fun.
"It seems that your adopted father's status is not low." The girl with the ponytail snorted coldly and said, "Let the old man go back and report the news, and you stay with us as a hostage. Let your people come back here at night.
My conditions cannot be changed, otherwise I would rather shoot your eloquent head now and then figure out how to solve the subsequent troubles."
Qin Ming pursed his lips and took deep breaths angrily. He looked at the ponytail girl unhappily, and finally could only nod in agreement: "Okay."