From a height of more than three meters, planting head down onto the concrete floor, even if you don’t have any liver and brain, your weight will definitely break your neck.

The surroundings were still in chaos, and Wang Hanshuang felt a kind of heat coming up under him. In his consciousness, he felt that he must have been a little worried. The warm heat flow was undoubtedly human blood.

Wang Hanshuang felt dizzy in his head, and his head hurt quite a lot because of the collision with the hard object.

Fortunately, Wang Hanshuang did not die, but there was an unlucky guy shouting under him, who deserved his name and was a poor person at the bottom.

Wang Hanshuang struggled to sit up. He twisted his neck. It was nothing serious, but the headache was a bit severe. His cervical spine had not broken yet, and the reason was very simple. When he fell, he hit a person standing under him.

This guy is wearing a coarse shirt and an oversized black baseball cap. Judging from his appearance, he is a very ordinary young black guy.

However, he did not seem to have suffered any serious injuries. A severely worn rifle fell not far away from him. Needless to say, this must be a member of the guerrillas.

In the venue of the exercise, only these rebel guerrillas who were equipped with weapons but did not wear military uniforms.

Just as Wang Hanshuang fell into a brief state of dizziness again, he suddenly felt someone pressing his shoulders, stretched out one hand and grabbed him hard!

Unprepared, Wang Hanshuang was startled and subconsciously poked his hand towards his belt, trying to take out the small-caliber pistol he had been carrying with him. However, he did not expect that the artificial leather holster would be empty!

Then he suddenly remembered that the pistol had fallen on the main stand. So without thinking, he clenched his fist and waved it towards the person holding his shoulder.

However, the punch was obviously not strong enough and was held by a pair of calloused hands.

"You idiot! It's me!" This was Ma Changfu's voice, "Why are you still sitting here? Are you planning to eat guerrilla bullets?"

Ma Changfu was anxious and anxious, and heard from Wang Hanshuang's back. Fortunately, Wang Hanshuang's pistol was removed, otherwise he might have killed Ma Changfu so unknown.

After all, Wang Hanshuang is just a soldier who has not received much training in killing enemies. He is just a civilian official sitting in the office waiting to correct documents.

The government forces under Deers were hopelessly incompetent and were stepped on by guerrillas on the day of the exercise. It is estimated that no one in Kenya would be willing to believe that such a government can protect its own safety.

The scene was very chaotic, with guerrillas everywhere. Their shooting skills need to be trained, but their skills are very agile. They walked through narrow streets and supported various debris for cover, and actually suppressed the government soldiers in several places.

"What to do? What to do now?" When Wang Hanshuang first came to Kenya, although he had cooperated with the military to carry out hundreds of "combat" tasks, he also encountered several severe situations.

However, when faced with these brutal armed bandits, Wang Hanshuang was still quite frightened. After all, as a civilian worker of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, he had never really confronted the enemy with guns face to face.

The two of them ran all the way to the west, with fewer gunfires there, so it should be a relatively safe place.

"A great lady in such a hotel is probably not a black shop." Wang Hanshuang muttered to herself. I'm afraid that only places like Kenya can there be such middle-aged women who drive hotels with machine guns.

No matter what government troops or rebels these people are, they guard their own acre of land. No matter who wants to step in, they will be resisted by them.

Ma Changfu suddenly grabbed Wang Hanshuang and said, "Hey, I'll send it back to my hometown! It's important to run away from us now!"

Immediately afterwards, Ma Changfu pulled Wang Hanshuang without saying a word and rushed into the smelly alley. The ground was covered with garbage and organic filth. Just when you get close, you can feel a disgusting odor coming towards you and drill into your mouth and nose.

As a top celebrity who is used to being clean, it is normal for Wang Hanshuang to have some cleanliness. He hates garbage very much.

However, once he considered that if he was kidnapped by the guerrillas, his identity would be exposed, and he might be caught and threatened by the Hualian government. Wang Hanshuang knew that the Hualian Federation would never accept any threats, and he would probably be posthumously named a martyr and then let a group of guerrilla members be buried with him.

Wang Hanshuang's life is very unhappy now, but it does not mean that he wants to die.

So, in desperation, Wang Hanshuang could only cover his nose and rushed towards the alley desperately. The group of guerrilla soldiers with colorful clothes chased after Wang Hanshuang and Ma Changfu like a group of paparazzi.

Chasing for relentlessly and determined.

"Wow, it's so fucking!" Wang Hanshuang rushed into the alley and realized why Ma Changfu chose to escape from here.

At first glance, there was not a lot of garbage in the alley, but it was piled up for several meters, like a rockery.

At the end of the alley, I don’t know how long it has been. The huge amount of garbage accumulated has been "slide like a mountain", and its height is basically level with the isolation wall.

It is no wonder that there are many rich people living in Nairobi. These big men who occupy the upper class of Kenya live a life of extravagance every day, so naturally there is a lot of domestic waste.

Not only them, but also diplomatic ambassadors from all over the world, as well as relatives and tourists from all over the world. Think about it, the daily domestic waste of 250,000 people is an astronomical figure.

There is no saying of garbage sorting and recycling, nor is there a garbage incineration station. There are only unified piles, just in a corner of the city.

Unfortunately, Wang Hanshuang and Ma Changfu happened to run away in this direction, so they encountered such an unlucky thing.

No matter what they think, they can only choose to climb over the wall from the piles of garbage. However, the taste of climbing the garbage mountain is definitely not good. Not only do they have to suffer a strong impact on their sense of smell, but they also have to endure various invasions under the stimulation of tactile senses and psychological senses.

You can try to imagine how you would feel if your feet were stepping on countless feces and rusks with white mold?

When you step on the pus and fruits that splash with smelly water, you will use rags covered with children's shit, and you will not only step on these things, but also climb up with your hands.

While enduring such disgust, you also have to deal with the group of armed rebels behind you who are chasing you. They will not be jealous because you are a Chinese.

The targets of the guerrillas have always been borderless. They do not discriminate or picky about food. As long as they can get the money, they will kidnap the votes.

What people are even more worried is that the guerrillas come and go without a trace, and even if they receive ransom, they rarely release hostages. Tearing tickets is common.

By the time they climbed to the top of the garbage mountain, the figures of the rebels had disappeared. They were thrown far away and could only shoot blindly with the earth-made imitation AK47 rifle with the barrels crooked, killing the garbage flying everywhere.

According to the concerns of professionals like Ma Changfu, at least no one on the other party had finished a standard magazine.

Escaped from the pursuit. Ma Changfu also jokingly said to the guerrilla soldiers below: "There are a lot of bullets. Can't you be spanked by your mother after you go home for wasting ammunition?"

Wang Hanshuang was still amazed that Ma Changfu's East African slang has made rapid progress. With such a long sentence, he actually shouted it fluently, with a loud voice and clear sound quality.

Obviously, the other party "approved" Ma Changfu's joke, but he was very excited, and he cursed with a lot of angry roars and scolded him. He responded with a more intense shooting sound.

Just like when there is a quarrel, there is also accompanimental music.

"Hey, how can we go down after a while?" Wang Hanshuang asked Ma Changfu with a bitter face. When he really climbed up the high isolation wall and looked down at the hard cement road under his feet, he remembered this question.

It seemed to be to answer Wang Hanshuang's question. The rumbling of the tank sounded, and the armed guard of the embassy was dispatched. The guerrillas that launched a sneak attack in Nairobi were a famous radical organization in Kenya. They opposed all outsiders and believed that any non-"black" race was a devil who harmed Africa.

This was a bit like the Yihequan back then, and Wang Hanshuang suddenly thought of it.

It seemed that I had noticed the situation here. An all-terrain vehicle rushed over. The five African "migrant workers" who were chasing wages were smashed to pieces by a 12mm machine gun.

When the huge bullet penetrates the human body, it releases huge potential energy without reservation, so the person who was shot was undoubtedly "breaked".

Standing on the high garbage mountain and looking at the human remains below, Wang Hanshuang didn't know which one made him more disgusted.

The garbage that emits a foul smell is still the pool of things mixed with internal organs and blood below.

"Originally, I thought only the police would come late." Ma Changfu began to slowly walk down the garbage mountain, complaining about the efficiency of the Chinese Federal Army while walking. "I didn't expect that. Now even the army has become like this."

Watching Ma Changfu go down, Wang Hanshuang had to follow up depressedly, and at the same time agreed: "Even if we come ten minutes early, we don't have to experience such a thing!"

He was not sure whether he could eat well this week. Everything on the garbage mountain left an indelible shadow in his mind.

But no matter what, it is also a thing to be saved.

In the second hour after his rescue, Wang Hanshuang, who had taken a hot bath nine times, left the bathtub after his skin wrinkled. But even so, he could still ask about the odor coming out of his body, which might be just a psychological effect, but it did affect his perception.

After burning off his shoes and clothes, he met Ma Changfu at home. The other party's attitude and expression were much more natural than Wang Hanshuang, and Binqiao had a very strong psychological endurance.

"Hanshuang, this matter is strange." Ma Changfu even ate with relish while drinking tea and eating pastries sent by his servants, as if the garbage mountain just now had not affected his appetite at all.

"Nonsense, you are the strangest thing. You can still eat flower cakes?" Looking at the greasy snacks, somehow, Wang Hanshuang remembered the experiences several hours ago and felt disgusting in his heart.

"I'm talking about this attack, you wood." Ma Changfu replied, and then asked about the serious matter. "The firepower of this guerrilla team is very fierce, and they dare to launch a surprise attack at the military parade. Do you think it's impossible for the insider to do it?"

After Ma Changfu said this, Wang Hanshuang also realized the suspicion of the incident. He turned his eyes and said, "It's really the case. I said, no matter how incompetent the government army is, it will not be like this."

The government army had a total of 30,000 people, of which 8,000 elite troops, all participated in the military parade today. The remaining 20,000 people also had to guard the entire Nairobi and scattered in several camps.

The Deeus government, which focused on external defense, neglected internal surveillance and was ambushed in the city by the prepared guerrillas, and launched a surprise attack at this moment of the military parade.

You should know that there are actually less than 500 guards in charge of the alert, and these people's original main job was to make a living, not fight.

The soldiers in high-end costumes were pulled out to serve as shops. You can't let a group of "ribs" who can't eat enough to come on the stage, that's too embarrassing.

But the government soldiers participating in the inspection only had weapons but no ammunition, and the result was that the rifles in their hands were not even as good as fire sticks. They were beaten up and were beaten to death.

If it weren't for the foreign envoys being attacked by rebels, the guards of various embassies were dispatched urgently to help repel the guerrillas, I'm afraid the entire Nairobi would have been taken away.

In this incident, the guerrillas took the right time and took action at the weakest point of the government army. They hit the critical point with just one blow.

Even in the end, the guerrillas were repelled, but the prestige of the Deeus government disappeared throughout Kenya. Unfortunately, the military parade was broadcast all over Africa. It was originally intended to show its strength to the whole Africa and even the international community, but it ended up playing a clown scene with the guerrillas for free.

The last trace of the Kenyan government was finally completely lost and there was no room for a turnaround.

Even Deus saw this. He sat dejectedly in the spacious and elegant office, staring blankly at Vasaro's portrait in a daze.

This country soon could not tolerate him, nor could the family behind him.

Now, Dies has only one choice left, that is, to escape to a foreign country and become a rich man, and never return to Kenya in his life. If he still refuses to leave, what is waiting for him is a treatment that is even more terrifying than simple death.

Not only will he die, but his family and followers will die.

This is Kenya's political principle, killing everything without leaving any room for anything.

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