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    Sun Manjiang shrugged, stared at the corners of his innocent eyes and shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand.

    The guy also understood and said in broken English: "Hand over all the moneyUS dollars!" After speaking, he gestured back and forth with his hands.

    Sun Manjiang said: "You mean, money? U.S. dollars?" After speaking, he put his hand into his pocket.

    The guy took a step back warily, his eyes fixed on Sun Manjiang's hand inserted into his pocket.

    Sun Manjiang slowly took his hand out of his pocket and grabbed a handful of green banknotes.  The guy's eyes suddenly lit up, and his greedy look was clearly visible, and then he shouted something.  Then he realized that Sun Manjiang didn't understand and shouted again in broken English.

    ¡°Take out all the money, hurry up, or I¡¯ll kill you.¡±

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

    Sun Manjiang grinned and slowly reached into his other pocket, but he hesitated and hesitated, not wanting to take it out.

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

    Sun Manjiang asked, "Do you really want it?"

    "Don't be nagging, I don't have the patience!" The guy raised his gun.

    Sun Manjiang said helplessly: "Okay, I hope you like it." After saying that, a joking 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, and then their eyes widened with fear on their faces.

    "Poof!" Sun Manjiang spit out the cigarette in his mouth, then grinned. He held a grenade in his hand: "This is a good thing. We Chinese like to set off firecrackers during the Chinese New Year. Oh, by the way.  , New Year, you understand? It's a festival, a very important festival, firecrackers" Sun Manjiang kept gesticulating, and the guys slowly moved back in fear, their eyes moving back and forth along with Sun Manjiang's gesticulating hands.

    "It's a kind of firework, but it only makes noise without flowers. It's used to celebrate festivals. This thing is very loud. I'll give it to you!" After speaking, Sun Manjiang gently threw the grenade at the feet of the guys.  .

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

    Sun Manjiang laughed loudly, clasped his waist with his hands on the top of the wall he was leaning against and pushed hard. He jumped back, turned over and jumped over. Then he saw grenades flying out from behind the wall.

    "Boom, boom, boom"

    Violent explosions followed one after another, gravel flew into the air, fire shot into the sky, and powerful air waves threw the guys into the sky. After short screams, they fell one after another like a goddess scattering flowers.

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

    These three guys have been here for more than two months, wandering around outside all day long, but it is not convenient to carry guns, so everyone has a few grenades in their pockets.  In the past two months, I have traveled almost all over Kandahar. It can be said that I know where there is a mouse hole, so I came to ambush them in advance.

    As soon as they left, they heard dense and chaotic running sounds in the distance, and then dozens of military police appeared in the alley, and many more military police came from different directions.  However, these military police didn't look that nervous. It was probably because bombings and shootings happened every day here, so they were so calm.

    Sun Manjiang, Xu Hang and Yang Fengyun returned to the street and found that there were a lot less military and police officers. They all probably went to the explosion site.

    Xu Hang looked around and walked quickly towards a yellow and white taxi not far away. The driver was standing beside the car looking towards 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 Dali (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 are rich have their own cars, and those who are poor are reluctant to take a taxi.  And when they do business, almost all of them are foreigners.

    Xu Hang and the three of them got into the car and moved as far back as possible.??, get out of the car window.  Because in this place, if someone sees a foreigner in a car, they may be shot at any time.  Just a few days ago, they saw a taxi being attacked by two armed men on motorcycles, and two British women were beaten into a hive, so they must be careful here.

    Xu Hang was sitting in the passenger seat, always paying attention to the pedestrians on the roadside, and never taking his hands off the door handle of the car, so that if he was attacked, he could open the door and jump out immediately to avoid being locked in this iron box and beaten to death.  Bolognese.

    The driver seemed to sense the difference between Xu Hang and the others. He turned his head and glanced, and asked curiously: "Are you mercenaries?"

    Mercenaries are no strangers to Kandahar people, especially these taxi drivers. They often encounter mercenaries who come here to perform security tasks, and many are even employed by the government forces.  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, just tourists here."

    The driver shook his head, obviously not believing it. Then he bent down and took out an AK by the car door. He didn't know how he hid it, but Xu Hang and the others didn't notice it.

    ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter who you are, if those damn militants dare to show up, I promise to beat them to a pulp.¡±

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

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

    The driver was very talkative, probably because Xu Hang, a foreigner, could speak their language. He kept talking about what was happening in Afghanistan, the weakness of the government, the bloody brutality of the Taliban, the terrorism of the base, the government  The army's incompetence was vented all the way.

    Half an hour later, the car finally stopped at a poor residential area, but the driver seemed to still have some unfinished business 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: "No need to look for it, the rest is a tip."

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

    Xu Hang and the other three got out of the car. It was not their first time here, but they had come here when it was dark, and they had never seen the entire slum.  Today they finally saw it. It was devastated and the stench hit their nostrils.  Dozens of ragged children with muddy faces stood staring at them curiously from a distance, and many old people squatted at the tent entrance or in front of the earthen kiln door to look over.

    There is a lake-like place in the distance. It is not a lake. It was once a central square built by the government. After Taliban overthrew the government, this square was no longer managed and repaired by anyone. The melted water from the snow-capped mountains filled the square.  It has become a shallow artificial lake. The lakeside is filled with mountains of garbage. Many poor people and children call this home. There are many children rummaging through the garbage mountains for food

    Xu Hang, Sun Manjiang and Yang Fengyun watched this scene and those children, especially now that it was winter, but those children were still wearing single clothes and even barefoot. I really don¡¯t know how they spent this winter. Their situation was the same as in the old movies.  Old China before liberation was no different.

    Xu Hang took out a cigarette and lit a cigarette, sighing silently, looking at the many mobile food sales trucks on the roadside, but these small vendors here have no business because the people here have no money to buy them.

    At this time, an excited shout came from behind a large garbage pile nearby. The three people walked around and saw a child about five or six years old holding half a piece of moldy bread in his hand, shouting and jumping excitedly, and  There is also a smaller child who is curled up like a dog and digging around in the garbage mountain.

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

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

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

    "What the hell, Lao Sun, we are not Bodhisattvas."

    Sun Manjiang said: "Seeing them reminds me of my son Zitong. Since his mother was hit by a car, although he has never been hungry, he has not worn a new piece of clothing or bought a toy in several years, let alone  I have eaten chips for even one dollar a bag. If I hadn¡¯t met the boss and you, I really don¡¯t know what my future life would have been like, especially every time I saw Zi Tong watching others eating snacks.  With such a longing look, my heart felt as if someone had grabbed it hard, and I wanted to grab a gun and rob a bank right away"

    "Okay, Old Sun, I understand!" Xu Hang said, walking towards the food stalls, calling them together, taking out a handful of US dollars in his pocket, and buying all the food from the stalls.?It¡¯s wrapped up.

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

    The children came over, and the three people distributed the food to them. The child held a pile of food in his dirty little hands and stood there numbly.  There was no joy, no gratitude, and no smiles.  Just looking at them like that, there seemed to be nothing in the eyes that should have been innocent and clear. The hollow look in their eyes was heartbreaking.

    Yang Fengyun waved his hand and said: "Okay, you all go back, there is no need to dig out garbage anymore." The children did not move, standing there like puppets.

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

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

    Xu Hang opened the door curtain wrapped in plastic sheeting and walked in. There was no one inside. Beer bottles and food packaging bags were piled everywhere on the ground.

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