Containment control starts with the umbrella

"Sa—Sa—" The breeze flows.

"Humph~yeah~mmmm~"

In the driving position, Myron was leaning on the door frame of the lowered window with his left elbow, holding the steering wheel in his right hand, humming and driving the car.

Carl in the back seat twisted his hands and put his hands on the door armrests, looking out the window curiously.

She can see the wild land not far away, and there will be many small animals unique to Africa from time to time, and she can't help but "wow".

After all, they are just kids...

Well, kids who know how to kill quickly, control various vehicles, and are proficient in fighting.

On the other hand, John, sitting in the co-pilot, maintained a rigorous attitude.

Carefully read the plan of the Dadab spread on their legs, marking the safe house they are going to.

The intelligence agency of the Kenya base is still very effective. It sniffed out some crises a month ago and purchased a large number of safe houses in Dadaab in advance.

Similarly, Dadabne still hides several black agents who understand Swahili.

The target location for the three Johns was a safe house located 100 meters west of the Mahamud Manor, and agents would respond.

Then it is familiar with the terrain and waiting.

At 00:00, it launched a surprise attack with the remaining four groups of Spartans, killing Glad Mehamud in one fell swoop.

Although the battle plan is relatively hasty, but with the vigilance of the Mehamud forces and the extremely backward intelligence network, there is a sufficient success rate.

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"Humph~Huh?"

Myron, who was paying attention to the road, seemed bored. He glanced behind him and said with a smile:

"John, Carl, if we really don't have time to evacuate, will Mom stop the A-10 airstrike?"

"Number three."

John put away the map and put it in his trouser pocket. He looked at the front window and said coldly: "Privately, it is not allowed to call his real name, only the number."

"Okay, don't pretend to be cool, ah."

Myron retracted his left hand to hold the steering wheel firmly, freed his right hand and hit John's left shoulder.

"Yes, John." Carl hugged the headrest of the passenger seat, leaned out and smiled softly:

"Mom still supports us in saying names, as long as they carry the major and the instructor on their backs, it's okay not to be spotted."

"..."

John closed his eyes and was silent for a few seconds.

Opening his eyes again, he answered Mellen’s question and said: "If my inference is correct, the airstrike the major said should be fake."

"what?"

Mellen opened his left eye wide, and said in perplexity, "What did the major do like this?"

"Think with your strengthened brain." John explained quietly:

"The boss once said that the last line of defense for mankind is us.

And not to mention the careful instruction of the major and the instructor, the medicine injected every day may not be measured by money.

So, how could the major actually carry out the bombing?"

"Yeah..." Mellen nodded half-knowingly.

"Look!"

At this moment, Carl pointed to the front of the car and said with excitement, "The front is the suburb of Dadaab."

Following her words, his eyes focused on the outside of the car.

I saw the'scenery' in those photos, vividly appearing in front of them.

There are unclothed refugees everywhere.

A woman slumped on the ground holding her dead child, her eyes staring at the sky blankly.

No tears, no sadness, as if he was used to it.

Some younger boys have sickly bulged belly, biting their fingers and watching the cars passing by the road.

There were also several adult men who walked towards the thorn bush while pulling a young woman who was extremely resistant.

What refreshes the worldview of the little Spartans is...

In the alleys formed by canopies, there are warlord militiamen wearing messy uniforms holding Soviet rifles.

These militiamen escorted unresisted refugees to a dug sandpit, and afterwards...

"Fuck!"

The harsh gunfire continued throughout the suburbs.

Those militiamen ignored the coming and going vehicles, just killing, repeating the killing mechanically.

death.

Shrouded in this continent abandoned by the gods.

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"Oh my god... ugh..."

Carl sat back in the back seat, covering his mouth with his hands, the excitement of dreaming of carrying out the task was gone.

At this moment, her face was panicked, her abdomen kept rolling, desperately holding back the thought of vomiting.

Myron held the steering wheel steady with both hands and kept shaking his head.

Questioned John: "John, the boss asked us to protect humanity, but...

But even if there are no such anomalies, human beings are fighting each other endlessly. Are human beings worthy of being saved?

Look at this place, it's hell on earth."

"..."

John's cold face also changed slightly.

Obviously, he was shocked by the sight in front of him.

but…

"unusual phenomenon?"

But Myron's sigh just reminded him.

John thinks everything happening before him is too abnormal.

Even if the militia had guns, refugees who were far away could still escape.

But the refugees seemed indifferent, what to do, and waited for the execution after being caught by the militia.

unusual phenomenon…

John felt that something was wrong.

He carefully observed all the buildings, people, and vehicles outside the car.

There is nothing suspicious.

The only thing worth noting is that there are a large number of towers equipped with four loudspeakers (horns) erected in Dadab.

Playing repeatedly:

"Kifo, unawezakujikwamuayamaumivu, walakupingamauaji, unaokoayao."

Heard.

John frowned slightly and said to Myron: "On the 3rd, do you still remember the official language of Kenya."

"Huh? Hmm..." Mellen was taken aback, and then tried to recall Halsey's teaching.

Said: "I remember Swahili, only a few tribal elders can speak English."

"That's right." John looked around in the car and said solemnly:

"Stay vigilant and don't forget that the intelligence personnel at the base said that the reason why the Mahamud warlord came to Kenya is unknown."

"Yes." (x2)

Myron and Carl nodded in agreement.

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It has been a while since the car entered Dada, and it has allowed them to gradually adapt to what is happening outside.

Because the militia did not stop him, the disguise that Sparta had done before became useless.

But this is a good thing and can avoid a lot of trouble.

Entering the vicinity of the city center, Melan followed John's guidance and came to the safe house where they needed to be on standby.

"Kang Dang—Kang Dang—"

The car stopped in the alley, and the three Spartans got off one by one, and walked out of the alley to observe the surroundings.

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 came to a small two-story brick house and walked to the second floor through an external staircase.

"Dang-Dang-Dangdang." Mellen knocked on the door with a rhythmic signal.

But after waiting for a few seconds, the agent who responded did not come to open the door.

Even those with excellent hearing can faintly hear the whispers coming from the room:

"Kill...kill? Wait, I am...number...no, I am...I should kill..."