Chapter 1910
Chapter 1910: The Peacekeeping Forces Unsheath Their Blades (3)
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This is a country ravaged by disease and war.
The gathered refugees, listlessly maintaining their livelihoods, their faces long since numbed and weathered, showing not a trace of emotion, not even sorrow has been seen.
Living here, they have long been accustomed to death and poverty.
Thus, in such a place, they can only live like this.
Living just to keep on living.
Not even knowing what the so-called meaning of life is.
In the heap of refugees, there are crying children, elderly infected with diseases, youth missing limbs struggling to survive, and pregnant women who can only brew some grass-root soup without milk.
This is hell.
There’s not a hint of vitality.
As the last ray of twilight fades, an armored vehicle slowly drives along the bumpy path, some people glance over, but more choose to ignore it.
The armored vehicle, which did not stop, left something behind after it passed.
It was a bag of rice.
Not very large, at most a hundred pounds, but sufficient for the refugees here to live on for a while.
Thus, a few minutes later, amongst these impoverished refugees, a hint of long-unseen hope flashes in their eyes.
Someone looks in the direction the armored vehicle left.
The armored vehicle is already far, very far away, they can only see a fingernail-sized object moving.
Meanwhile, inside the armored vehicle.
Flossie Wright lies slumped in the corner, holding the sniper gun, eyes closed conserving energy.
Inside the vehicle, there are two other people.
They are members of Anonymous, quite familiar with her.
One is an assaulter, named Brody, without outstanding looks, standing at one point eighty-five meters tall, with immense explosive power, easily causing psychological pressure during close combat.
The other is skilled in various mechanics but lacks combat strength, named Sebastian, humorous and interesting, occasionally dragging behind when escaping, but generally not despised by anyone.
"We don’t have much money left, do we?"
Watching through the window, Brody looks pained, wishing he could run back and carry that bag of rice away.
"Ice’s orders, what do you want to do?" Sebastian wipes the Type 95 automatic rifle in his hand, raising an eyebrow at him leisurely.
"What can I do..." Brody hangs his head, aggrieved, "Just grab more tomorrow."
The gold they snatched from Bailey Maynard has already been squandered in these three months.
All members within Anonymous collectively changed into a set of weapons and equipment and also bought some heavy weapons for the safety of their operations, like this extravagantly priced armored vehicle, among which many vehicles were damaged.
That was all money.
Although under the leadership of Ice and R, they have amassed a lot of money again in these three months and hijacked quite a few goods from Bailey Maynard, the expenses have been too large, they cannot afford to be extravagant.
But the regulation of distributing ten bags of rice daily was set by Ice, and it was previously agreed upon by them, so now, even if it feels like cutting flesh, they can only endure it.
At this moment, Brody seems to be diverting his attention, his eyes slightly shift and land on Flossie Wright.
Glancing at Flossie a few times, Brody doesn’t see her open her eyes, considering this inexplicable situation, Brody thinks for a moment and then reminds, "R, we’re almost there."
— End of Chapter 1910 —