Picked up a dark secret martial world

Chapter 75 "Doing Charity"

Han Ze looked at the various American equipment in the cabinet and considered what equipment he should buy next.

These American individual equipment are very useful in the real world, but most of them are of little use in other worlds.

The best way to deal with those martial arts people with high martial arts skills is to either sneak attack with grenades or use machine guns to kill them from a distance as before.

Or use drones to carry bombs and drop them remotely.

Thinking of the drone, Han Ze suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Yeah, if I had brought a few big-bodied drones over there before, and put some C, four, and D into them, I wouldn't have to put them close at all. They could have been blown up a few kilometers away!"

Dabo UAV does not need to transmit data through the mobile phone network, but through Dabo's dedicated high-definition image transmission. The photo data is saved directly to the memory card, so there is no need to worry if there is no GPS or WiFi.

"That's right! If you encounter a master like Huang Dapeng in the future, you don't need to use grenades at all. You can directly use a drone to remotely drop bombs. It is safe and efficient."

"Hey~ I still don't have experience or knowledge. If I had thought of this earlier, why would I be so embarrassed?"

The more Han Ze thought about it, the more he felt it was right.

After thinking about it carefully, he probably thought of what to do next.

After coming out of the basement carrying an assault rifle and ten magazines, it was completely dark outside, and the sky was filled with stars, which looked particularly beautiful.

He put the rifle and magazine on the co-pilot of the Tesla, opened the storage box and took a look. The 5 U.S. dollars he exchanged last time and the 100 million Pakistani rupees were inside, and then drove to the main city. Landsburg State Hospital.

It is about 10 kilometers from the wealthy area to the main city. The road is relatively smooth. However, after leaving the wealthy area, on both sides of the road in Lansburgh at night, there are some gangsters wandering around, throwing their hands at the Tesla that is speeding by. Greedy eyes.

At the same time, a series of strange sounds came out of his mouth.

"Whoa~~!"

The country of Bastan is relatively safe during the day, but the night will amplify the dark side of human nature. Things that you dare not do during the day will become much more rampant under the cover of night.

Someone deliberately threw a roadblock on the road, forcing Han Ze's car to stop.

Han Ze had expected this. He took the assault rifle from the passenger seat with one hand, stretched out the window, and pulled the trigger toward the sky.

"Da da da da..."

The gun's muzzle burst into flames, instantly sending those who were blocking the way to seek money running away.

Under Han Ze's order, the people running behind obediently moved over and moved the roadblock to let him pass.

Han Ze did not put away his rifle, but just stretched it out the window and drove the Tesla forward with one hand.

The journey continued smoothly, and he put away his gun only when he saw city defense troops inspecting the main city.

His car had been registered before, and there was a special red pass stuck on the window, so he drove over generously and gave each of the two soldiers $100.

The two soldiers turned a blind eye to the assault rifle and eight or nine magazines on the passenger seat. Instead, they immediately stood up straight and saluted Han Ze, saying in relatively fluent English: "Sir, have a good trip!"

People who drive "luxury cars", use beautiful knives, and drive from the direction of wealthy areas are usually dignitaries and upper-class people in Pakistan, and they dare not interfere with them.

Han Ze stepped on the accelerator and left.

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Just like the last time Han Ze came, the lobby of Lansburg Hospital was still overcrowded, with countless family members of patients sitting or simply lying on the ground.

Han Ze parked the car in the square in front of the hospital. There were security guards here.

However, it turned out that the security here was unreliable. He got out of the car and waved, and called two little yellow guys wandering nearby. He pointed at the car and said in English: "Keep an eye on the car, or I'll break your legs." !" He took out two 10-dollar knives from his pocket and slapped them on their chests.

The gap between rich and poor in Pakistan is very large. The poor sleep on the streets, while the rich have the same living standards as those in the West. Many middle- and upper-class Pakistani families have higher incomes than Chinese people.

This gap between rich and poor is often reflected in the inequality of power.

The previous city defense soldiers were like this, and the two little yellow men from Bastan were no exception when they saw the beautiful swords in their hands.

They knew that the man in front of them was a big shot that they couldn't afford to mess with. If there was really any problem with the other person's car, their legs would definitely not be saved.

He immediately stood up straight and said with a flattering look on his face: "Sir, please don't worry, I guarantee that not even a leaf will fall on your car."

"very good!"

Han Ze patted them on the shoulders, then turned around and left with his handbag.

He went all the way to the inpatient department at the back of the hospital, where there were some seriously ill patients.

There is a saying that goes well - hospital walls hear more devout prayers than churches!

The inpatient department was crowded with people. The wards and corridors were full of people. There was no place to stick a foot. There was a steady stream of negative energy condensed in the air, rushing towards his body.

If it were before, Han Ze would have liked this kind of energy very much, but after trying the pure wish energy of the fanatic believers, he was no longer interested in these mixed negative energies.

He walked through the corridor and came to the office at the end of the inpatient department. There was a blue moon sign hanging on the door of the office.

This is the Blue Moon Sect, the largest non-governmental organization in Bastan. If he wants to engage in "international humanitarian relief" activities here, he must obtain their consent. Otherwise, it is no joke. He will be hacked to death as a heretic in minutes. .

In fact, he wants to go to Africa. Compared with the complex situation in Central D, the environment in Africa is more suitable for the development of fanatic believers. However, he does not have enough time now. He will return to another world the day after tomorrow. Time Too late.

So I plan to do an experiment here.

There was only one person on duty in the office, and the person in charge was not there. Under Han Ze's money offensive, the person on duty called and called the person in charge.

Han Ze got straight to the point and told the person in charge that he had money but no place to spend it, so he planned to do some charity activities to treat patients in the hospital.

As long as you get their sincere thanks and enjoy the joy of saving others, you will never preach anything else to them.

The negotiation process went smoothly. After Han Ze paid a sponsorship fee of US$1, the person in charge readily agreed to his request to "rescue" poor patients in the hospital in his own name.

In order to facilitate his work, a humanitarian relief work card was made on site for him to facilitate his entry and exit from various departments of the hospital.

As long as Han Ze doesn't promote any brainwashing stuff and just does good deeds, it doesn't matter!
And every year, people from all over the world, like Han Ze, come to Pakistan to carry out international humanitarian relief.

Han Ze immediately found Zahid Rauf, the head of the night shift in the inpatient department. After explaining his identity and purpose, he threw 1 US dollars over without saying a word.

US$1 is nothing to Zahid Rauf, the head of the inpatient department.

But Han Ze didn't ask him to do anything, and to some extent, it was even beneficial to him.

So they became friends almost immediately.

Zahid Rauf provided Hanze with a list of patients in urgent need of help, including their family background.

Han Ze was naturally overjoyed. With this list, it would be more convenient for him to engage in "charity".

"Thank you, Mr. Rauf! My friend gave me two boxes of genuine Cuban cigars. I will bring them to you to try the next time I come over."

"Haha, thank you then, my friend, Yog-Sothoth!"

(End of this chapter)