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Chapter 1970 We Are Not Bodhisattvas

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    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? U.S. 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 with a whoosh, more than a dozen people rushed over and started snatching 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 shake your heart and pretend to be a model

    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's the sound?" Everyone looked at Sun Manjiang's hand consciously, 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 hand.

    "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 hands against the top of the wall against which his back was leaning against his waist, pushed his body 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, broken rocks 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: "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 didn't 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, and found that there were a lot fewer soldiers and police, and they probably all went to the explosion site.

    Xu Hang looked left and right, and walked quickly to a yellow and white taxi not far away. The driver was standing by the side of 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; 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 in plastic sheeting torn quilts and walked in. There was no one inside, and there were beer bottles and food packaging bags piled up everywhere on the ground.

    Yang Fengyun said: "It's broad daylight, where did this guy go?"

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