Chapter 1129 — The Flag Paves the Way
Sun Fatty stumbled into the bathroom and retched violently, making a truly dreadful racket.
Heaven help him, he was just a professional farmer who also wrote a few shabby stories to make ends meet. When had he ever seen a scene this gruesome?
This time, he'd certainly seen more than enough!
"Old Sun, stay in there for now."
Reporter Ximen had seen his share of things. Though he was frightened and disgusted, he didn't react nearly as strongly as Sun Fatty.
"Got it. I wouldn't come out even if you dragged me. Call me when it's over."
A moment later came the faint sound of something scraping. The bathroom grew dim as Sun Nanzheng pulled down the window blind.
There weren't many bodies outside. Mostly, there were countless bullet marks and charred black patches, but he still couldn't bear to look.
One look at a corpse was enough.
Li Bai, who was driving, said, "Hey, this is nothing. You'll have to get used to it. People die here every day."
The country was barely a country, and human lives were treated like weeds. In this place, torn apart by war, seeing dead people was commonplace. Even the Somali locals had grown used to it.
"Nothing? I've never even seen someone executed by firing squad. It's disgusting. That's it, I won't be able to eat lunch. At least I'll save the country some food."
Even at a time like this, Sun Nanzheng couldn't help running his mouth. Then he retched again, continuing to christen the toilet in the luxury armored motorhome.
"Just stay put. I'll call you."
Li Bai shook his head.
Sun Fatty's life in the war-torn regions of the African Continent had only just begun. He had a long road ahead