Rogue Aventure

Sun Manjiang shrugged, stared innocently at the corner of his eyes and shook his head, expressing that he did not understand.

That guy also understood, and said in broken English: "Money... US dollars, hand them over!" After speaking, he gestured back and forth with his hands.

Sun Manjiang said: "You mean, money? US dollars?" After speaking, he reached into his pocket.

The guy took a step back vigilantly, staring at Sun Manjiang's hand in his pocket.

Sun Manjiang slowly took his hands out of his pockets, only to grab a handful of green banknotes.The guy's eyes lit up immediately, and his greedy expression could be seen at a glance, and then he shouted something.Then he realized that Sun Manjiang didn't understand, and shouted again in broken English.

"Money, take it all out, hurry up, or I will kill you."

Sun Manjiang threw the money in his hand on the ground, and more than a dozen people rushed over and started to snatch it.Originally, there was not much money, but those who got it were happy, and those who didn't got it were very dissatisfied, and they looked at Sun Manjiang's other pocket eagerly.Because his pocket was bulging and looked heavy, obviously it contained a lot of good things.

Sun Manjiang grinned, and slowly put his hand into the other pocket, but with a hesitant expression, and even more dilly-dally, he just didn't want to take it out.

The guy stared, took a step forward, put the gun on Sun Manjiang's head again, and said fiercely: "Hurry up!"

Sun Manjiang breathed out: "Do you really want it?"

"Don't be long-winded, I... have no patience 1 That guy raised his gun.

Sun Manjiang said helplessly: "Okay, I hope you like it." After speaking, a playful light flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly took out the hand, and then heard a ding.

"What sound?" Everyone consciously looked at Sun Manjiang's hand, then their eyes widened, and their faces were full of horror.

"Pfft!" Sun Manjiang spit out the cigarette in his mouth, then grinned, holding a grenade in his hand: "This is a good thing, we Chinese like to set off firecrackers during the Chinese New Year. Oh, yes Do you understand Chinese New Year? It's a festival, a very important festival, firecrackers..." Sun Manjiang kept gesticulating, and the gang slowly moved back in fear, their eyes moving back and forth with Sun Manjiang's gesticulating hands.

"It's a kind of fireworks, but there are only noises but no flowers. They are used to celebrate festivals. This thing is very loud. I give it to you!" Sun Manjiang said and threw the grenade at the feet of those guys very gently. .

"Oh, no!" the leader screamed in horror, "Run!"

Sun Manjiang laughed loudly, clasped his back against the top of the wall with both hands and exerted force on his waist, his body jumped backwards, turned over and jumped over, and then saw grenades flying out from behind the wall.

"Boom boom boom..."

There were violent explosions one after another, gravel flew, and flames shot up into the sky. The powerful air waves threw those guys into the sky, and after a short scream, they fell like celestial maidens scattering flowers.

Xu Hang and Yang Fengyun who had been hiding behind the wall for a long time laughed, and Sun Manjiang shouted in a low voice: "Let's go!" The three jumped up and disappeared into the ruins in the blink of an eye.

These three guys have been here for more than two months, hanging out all day, but it is not convenient to carry a gun, so each of them has a few grenades in their pockets.In the past two months, I have walked almost all over Kandahar. It can be said that I know where there is a mouse hole, so I ran here to ambush in advance.

As soon as they left, they heard dense and chaotic running sounds from a distance, and then dozens of military police appeared in the alley, and many military police rushed over from different directions.However, these military police did not seem so nervous. It is estimated that there are bombings and shootings here every day, so they are so calm.

Sun Manjiang, Xu Hang, and Yang Fengyun returned to that street again, and found that there were quite a few soldiers and police, and they probably all went to the scene of the explosion.

Xu Hang looked left and right, and walked quickly to a yellow and white taxi not far away. The driver was standing beside the car looking in the direction of the explosion.

"Hello!" Xu Hang greeted.

The driver came back to his senses, his eyes were full of worry, and he muttered something.

Xu Hang said in Dari (Persian): "Go to the slums!"

The worried look in the driver's eyes disappeared, followed by joy: "Okay, okay, get in the car!" In Afghanistan, especially in Kandahar, the taxi business is really hard to do.Those who have money have their own cars, and those who have no money are reluctant to take a taxi.And they have business, almost all foreigners.

The three of Xu Hang got into the car and leaned back as far as possible to avoid the window.Because in this place, if someone sees a foreigner in the car, he may be shot at any time.And just a few days ago, they saw a taxi being attacked by two militants on motorcycles, and two British women were beaten into beehives, so they must be careful here.

Xu Hang was sitting in the co-pilot position, paying attention to the pedestrians on the side of the road. He never left the door handle of the car, so that if he was attacked, he could open the car door and jump out immediately, so as not to be locked in this iron box and be beaten into pieces. Bolognese.

The driver also seemed to feel the difference between Xu Hang and the others, tilted his head and glanced, and asked curiously, "Are you mercenaries?"

Mercenaries are no strangers to the people of Kandahar, especially these taxi drivers, who often encounter mercenaries who come here to perform security tasks, and many of them are even employed by the government army.Especially for some powerful companies, ordinary security companies dare not perform tasks here for a long time, so they need to use special armed protection.And these special armed protections refer to mercenaries.

Xu Hang smiled slightly: "We are not mercenaries, but tourists here."

The driver shook his head, apparently in disbelief, then bent down and took out an AK by the car door. He didn't know how to hide it, but Xu Hang and the others didn't find it.

"It doesn't matter who you are, if those damn militants dare to show up, I promise to beat them into mud."

Xu Hang said: "Thank you, it seems that our safety is guaranteed."

The driver said proudly, "My passengers are all safe."

This driver is very talkative, which may be related to Xu Hang, a foreigner who can speak their language. He kept talking about what happened in Afghanistan, the weakness of the government, the bloody brutality of the Taliban, the terrorism of the al-Qaeda, the government The incompetence of the army, he said all the way as if to vent.

Half an hour later, the car finally stopped at a poor residential area, but the driver seemed to be still not satisfied, and could only shut up when he saw the place.

Xu Hang took out a hundred dollars from his pocket and threw it to the driver: "You don't need to look for it, the rest is a tip."

The driver opened his mouth and laughed, and the beard on his face trembled: "Thank you, thank you!"

The three of Xu Hang got out of the car. It wasn't the first time they came here, but they all came here when it was dark, and they had never seen the whole slum.Today they finally saw it, it can be described as devastated, and the stench is coming out of their nostrils.Dozens of children in ragged clothes and muddy faces stared at them curiously from a distance, and many old people squatted at the entrance of the tent or in front of the kiln.

In the distance there is a place similar to a lake. It is not a lake. It used to be a central square built by the government. After the Taliban overthrew the government, the square was no longer managed and repaired, and the meltwater from the snow-capped mountains filled the square. It has become a shallow artificial lake, and the lake is full of mountains of garbage. Many poor people and children make this their home. Many children are looking for food on the garbage mountain...

Xu Hang, Sun Manjiang and Yang Fengyun watched this scene and those children, especially now that it is winter, but those children are still wearing single clothes and even barefoot. I really don’t know how they spend this winter. Their situation is similar to that of old movies. The old China before Liberation was no different.

Xu Hang took out a cigarette and lit one, sighed silently, and saw that there were many mobile food trucks on the side of the road, but these small vendors didn't have much business here, because people here simply had no money to buy.

At this time, an excited cry came from behind a big garbage pile nearby, and the three of them went around and saw a child about five or six years old holding half a piece of moldy bread in his hand, screaming and jumping excitedly. There is also a smaller child curled up like a dog and digging at the garbage mountain.

Sun Manjiang suddenly said in a low voice: "You still have money!"

Xu Hang looked at him suspiciously: "What are you doing?"

Sun Manjiang pointed to those food stalls: "Buy all the food and distribute it to these children."

"Fuck me, grandson, we are not Bodhisattvas."

Sun Manjiang said: "When I see them, I think of my son Zitong. Since his mother was hit by a car, although he hasn't been hungry, he hasn't worn a new dress or bought a toy for several years. I have eaten a bag of French fries that cost even one yuan. If I hadn’t met the boss and you, I really don’t know what my life would be like in the future. Especially every time I saw Zitong staring at others eating snacks, that This kind of longing look, my heart seems to be grabbed by someone, I can't wait to grab a gun and rob the bank..."

"Okay, grandson, I understand!" Xu Hang walked towards those food stalls, recruited them together, took out a handful of US dollars in his pocket, and wrapped up the food on all the stalls.

Sun Manjiang smiled, and shouted to the children in the distance: "Come here!"

Those children came over, and the three distributed the food to them. The children stood there numbly holding a pile of food with their dirty little hands.No joy, no gratitude, no smiles.Looking at them like that, there seems to be nothing in the eyes that should be innocent and clear, and the empty eyes are heartbreaking.

Yang Fengyun waved his hands and said, "Okay, you all go back, you don't need to dig out the garbage anymore." The children didn't move, they stood there like puppets.

At this time, an old man came over, looked at Xu Hang and the others and said sincerely: "Thank you, Allah will bless you, kind foreign friends..."

Sun Manjiang smiled slightly and nodded: "Let's go!" The three walked through the dirty and muddy shanty town, and stood in front of a tent more than ten minutes later.This tent is far away from other tents, standing here alone.

Xu Hang lifted the door curtain wrapped with a broken quilt wrapped in plastic sheeting and walked in. There was no one inside, and there were beer bottles and food packaging bags piled up everywhere on the ground.

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