"S-S-S-" the breeze flows.
"Hmph~ Yeah~ Uh-huh~"
Mylon was in the driver's seat, leaning on the door frame of the lowered window with his left elbow, holding the steering wheel with his right hand, and humming a tune while driving.
Karl, who was in the back seat, turned around and put his hands on the door armrest, looking out the window with curiosity on his face.
She could see the wild land not far away, and many small animals unique to Africa would appear from time to time, and she couldn't help but say "Wow~".
After all, they are just children...
Well, just a child who knows how to kill people quickly, control various vehicles, and is proficient in fighting.
On the other hand, John, who was sitting in the co-pilot, maintained a rigorous attitude.
Carefully looking at the Dadaab floor plan spread out on their legs, it marked the safe house they were going to.
Kenya Base's intelligence agency is quite powerful. It sensed some crisis a month ago and purchased a large number of safe houses in Dadaab city in advance.
Similarly, there are still several black agents hidden in Dadaab who understand Swahili.
The target location of the John trio is a safe house located 100 meters west of the Mahmud manor, and there will be agents to respond.
Then it's time to get familiar with the terrain and wait.
At 00:00, he and the remaining four groups of Sparta launched a surprise attack and killed Grad Mahmud in one fell swoop.
Although the combat plan was hasty, given the vigilance of the Mahmud troops and the extremely backward intelligence network, it had a sufficient success rate.
.
"Humph~Eh?"
Mylon, who was paying attention to the road conditions, seemed bored, glanced behind him, and said with a smile:
"John, Karl, if we really don't have time to evacuate, will mom stop the A-10 air strike?"
"Number three."
John put away the map and put it in his trouser pocket, looked at the front window and said coldly, "You are not allowed to call me by your real name in private, only your number."
"Okay, stop pretending to be cool, ah."
Mylon retracted his left hand to hold the steering wheel firmly, and freed up his right hand to tap John's left shoulder.
"Yes John." Karl hugged the headrest of the passenger seat, leaned out, and said with a gentle smile:
"Mom still supports us saying our names. As long as we carry the major and instructors behind our backs, it will be fine."
"..."
John Close your eyes and be silent for a few seconds.
He opened his eyes again and answered Mylon's question, "If my inference is correct, the air raid the major said should be false."
"Huh?"
Mylon opened his left eye wide and said with confusion, "What is the purpose of doing this, Major?"
"Think with your enhanced brain." John explained quietly:
"The boss once said that mankind's last line of defense is us.
Not to mention the careful teachings given to us by the major and instructors, the medicines injected every day may not be measured in money.
So, how could the major really carry out the bombing?"
"That's right..." Mylon nodded without understanding.
"Look!"
At this time, Karl pointed to the front of the car and said with excitement, "The suburbs of Dadaab are ahead, right?"
Following her words, her eyes focused outside the car.
They saw that the 'scenery' in those photos came alive before their eyes.
There were scantily clad refugees everywhere.
A woman was holding her dead child, slumped on the ground, staring blankly at the sky.
There were no tears, no expression of sadness, as if he had been used to it for a long time.
Some younger boys, with sickly bulging bellies, bit their fingers and looked at the cars passing by on the road.
There were several adult men, taking advantage of the situation to pull a young woman who was trying her best to resist, and walked behind the thorn bushes.
What refreshes little Spartans's world view even more is...
In the alleys composed of cloth sheds, there are warlords and militiamen armed with Soviet-style rifles and wearing messy military uniforms.
These militiamen escorted the unopposed refugees to a dug sand pit, and then...
"Bah bang bang!"
The piercing sound of gunfire continued throughout the suburbs.
The militiamen ignored the passing vehicles and only focused on killing, repeating the killing mechanically.
death.
Shrouded in this continent abandoned by God.
.
"Oh my god... ugh..."
Karl sat back in the back seat and covered his mouth with his hands. The excitement he felt before about executing the mission was gone.
At this time, she looked frightened, her abdomen kept rolling, and she tried desperately to hold back the thought of vomiting.
Mylon held the steering wheel firmly with both hands and shook his head constantly.
John questioned, "John, the boss asked us to protect mankind, but...
But even without those abnormal phenomena, human beings are killing each other endlessly. Is human beings worth saving?
Look at this place, it's simply hell on earth."
"..."
John's cold face also showed some subtle changes.
He was obviously shocked by the sight in front of him.
But...
"Abnormal phenomenon?"
But Mylon's sigh just now reminded him.
John thinks everything happening in front of him is too abnormal.
Even if the militiamen have guns, refugees who are far away can still escape.
But the refugees seemed indifferent and did whatever they had to do. Once caught by the militiamen, they waited to be shot.
Abnormal phenomena...
John feels more and more something is wrong.
He carefully observed all the buildings, people, and vehicles outside the car.
Nothing suspicious.
The only thing worth noting is that there are a large number of tower poles equipped with four loudspeakers (speakers) installed in Dadaab.
Playing repeatedly:
"Kifo, unawezakujikwamuayamaumivu, walakupingamauaji, unaokoayao."
Hear.
John frowned slightly and said to Mylon, "No. 3, do you remember what the official language of Kenya is."
"Ah? Well..." Mylon was stunned for a moment, and then tried hard to recall Halsey's teachings.
Said: "I remember it was Swahili. Only a few tribal elders can speak English."
"That's right." John Vision Everyone in the car said solemnly:
"Stay alert, and don't forget that the intelligence personnel at the base said that the reason why the Mahmud warlord came to Kenya is unknown."
"Yes."(x2)
Mylon and Karl nodded in agreement.
.
.
It has been a while since the car drove into Dadaab, and they have gradually adapted to everything happening in the outside world.
Because the militiamen did not stop him, all the disguises Sparta had made were in vain.
But this is a good thing and can avoid a lot of trouble.
Entering near the city center, Mylon followed John's guidance and arrived near the safe house where they needed to be on standby.
"Kang Dang - Bang Dang -"
The car stopped in the alley, and the three Sparta got out of the car one after another, and walked out of the alley to look around.
The dirt roads, brick houses, and vegetation are exactly the same as the urban style in <Black Hawk Down>.
Immediately afterwards, the three of them arrived at a small two-story brick house and walked to the second floor through the external stairs.
"Dang-dang-dang-dang." Mylon knocked on the door with a rhythmic code.
But after waiting for several seconds, the responding agent still didn't come to open the door.
Even with their excellent hearing, they could vaguely hear the whispers coming from inside the room:
"Kill... kill? Wait, I am... number... No, I am... I should kill..."