Chapter 48 The Refugee

"Damn! shit!"

The car wobbled to a halt. Roberts slammed the steering wheel cursingly, but to no avail.

Nick got out of the car silently, walked to the front of the car, and opened the front cover.

"The engine burned out."

"FU-CK! This is a waste, we are all finished." Roberts said with a wry smile.

"..." Jiang Chen was thinking about whether to go back to the end of the world for a while, then get a maglev car and drive back.

But he just thought about it, if it wasn't for complete despair, he wouldn't do it.

Because doing so means that he is ready to leave these two people behind. However, in this case, his plan to get rid of the gold will be in vain, and this trip to Iraq will become meaningless.

"Can it be repaired?" Jiang Chen asked.

"I'll try." Nick took out the toolbox from the back of the car, grinned his dry lips, and got to work.

However, after fiddling for a long time, the car still didn't seem to improve at all.

Just when everyone was about to despair, Jiang Chen suddenly noticed a truck driving in the distance.

"IS chaser?" With a stern look, he took out the pistol in his pocket.

Roberts also noticed the truck, but he showed a completely different ecstasy from Jiang Chen.

"Put the gun away, haha, we're saved. Quick! Shout with me! Haha, stop! Here! Help!" Roberts yelled at the truck, waving his arms hard, trying to get the car's attention.

It seemed that the car really noticed the three of them and drove towards the three of them slowly.

The truck stopped, and Jiang Chen noticed that there were some yellow-faced and skinny refugees behind the hood. Most of them were ragged, and they only carried a few salutes, and the expressions on their faces were full of numbness and exhaustion.

Roberts walked up to the driver of the car, negotiated with him for a moment, and then returned to Jiang Chen and Nick with a face full of joy.

"The driver promised to give us a ride. It's a tradition to help each other out in the desert, and I promised to share the fresh water we stored in our car with them. The car has to be left here anyway, and get the gas out, Nick, come and help. ."

"Good boss." Nick nodded and followed.

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Jiang Chen and Nick sat in the hood at the back of the truck, while Roberts and the driver nearly sat on the co-pilot. Because only Roberts can speak Arabic, the two of them sat with the refugees at this time, and they could only stare at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and neither said a word.

Women are all wrapped in very tight headscarves, men are mostly lethargic, and children don't see the slightest vitality. All were exhausted, they should have suffered a lot.

The atmosphere is quirky.

A Belarusian and a Chinese sitting in such a place are indeed not suitable for the situation.

"These people are estimated to be Syrian refugees. Because Turkey has blocked the border, some of them will choose to detour to the Kurdish Autonomous Region and then smuggle into Turkey. I didn't expect to meet here by chance." Fortunately, Jiang Chen speaks English. English, and a few words with Nick.

"Do they speak English?" Jiang Chen asked casually.

"Someone should be,

But they don't seem to have the energy to gossip. "Nick shrugged.

The cabin is crowded and bumpy. Sitting next to Jiang Chen was a child who couldn't tell his gender. His dirty face was indifferent, and his messy long hair gave off a sour stench, stronger than Roberts's.

Jiang Chen doesn't have too much cleanliness, not to mention that there is a stench everywhere in this compartment, so he doesn't care too much.

Look at that Nick again, the Belarusian man has been snoring, and his years of war have made him accustomed to saving his strength at all times. It's just that the snoring drew bursts of dissatisfied glances.

I can really fall asleep anywhere... Jiang Chen smiled bitterly, and then adjusted his sitting position with his arms folded, ready to take a nap.

The car drove for a while.

It was probably lunch time, and many refugees took out the food they were carrying from their luggage and ate it with a little bit of water. The child sitting next to Jiang Chen was also holding a small piece of black bread-like thing, and opened his mouth to bite it.

Perhaps because of the herd effect, Jiang Chen also felt a little hungry at first, so he stretched his hand behind his back. When no one was paying attention to him, Jiang Chen opened the storage space and took out a box of Oreos. After tearing open the package, he ate it as a staple food.

It is precisely because of this unexpected situation that Jiang Chen usually stores some emergency food and drugs in the storage space.

At this time, Jiang Chen suddenly noticed that a pair of eyes were secretly looking at him.

To be precise, looking at yourself chewing?

"Do you want to eat?" Jiang Chen noticed with a smile and handed over the box in his hand.

The gaze quickly escaped, however, it seemed that he sensed that there was no malicious intent in Jiang Chen's voice, the man took the half box of biscuits that Jiang Chen handed to him. After hesitating for a moment, he devoured it.

This guy looks like Sun Jiao when he eats. Jiang Chen's mouth couldn't help showing a smile.

"Thank you..." the man whispered in English. It seems that he found that he had eaten all the biscuits, and his face showed a guilt look, and lowered his head to Jiang Chen, "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, I have a lot more." Jiang Chen said with a friendly smile, "May I know your name?"

"Aisha, 17 years old."

It turned out to be a girl, why the voice was so thin. Perhaps because she was immature, she did not wear a headscarf like the other women in the carriage.

"My name is Jiang Chen, I'm from China. Where are your parents?"

"Killed by IS people...because my mother rejected the unreasonable demands of those demons." Aisha's voice was flat, and there was not much sadness on her face. Jiang Chen was at a loss for words when he heard the words. He didn't expect the topic to be so heavy.

"Sorry." Jiang Chen said softly, but he didn't expect to get a surprised look in exchange.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Chen asked in confusion. He didn't know if he had made any taboos, because not long ago the circle he lived in was limited to peaceful cities.

"Nothing. Just didn't expect to hear someone say sorry to me." Aisha turned her head.

"What are your plans when you arrive in Turkey?" Jiang Chen smiled bitterly and decided to talk about something less heavy.

Perhaps this will make people a little happier to end the new life after the refugee.

"No plans, go to a refugee camp, receive humanitarian aid...and see if any Saudi or Turkish man is willing to buy me home. I'm still a virgin, so it should be fine to dress up a bit." Her tone was flat, and her face showed a sense of indifference and indifference that did not match her age.

Well... it seems that no matter what the topic is going in a heavy direction.

Jiang Chen chose to shut up.

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Parking is still done at night, driving at night is dangerous, and drivers need to rest.

At this time, the refugees will choose to get off the bus to relieve themselves, and then stand outside for a while to blow the air. Jiang Chen also got out of the car, found a place to loosen his hands, and then extravagantly took out a pack of toilet paper and wiped it.

After parking the car, Roberts still came to the two of them with great loyalty and chatted for a while. But when he slept, he rolled back to the co-pilot. Listening to Roberts, he stuffed the driver with a Franklin, and the driver immediately became a lot more enthusiastic about him.

In the evening, Jiang Chen felt hungry again.

Oreo was a little tired of eating, and he would never treat himself badly. Jiang Chen changed his taste. He took out a pack of cranberry cookies and chewed them with relish.

There was a slight snoring sound from beside him, he was stunned for a while, then smiled kindly, and divided the biscuits in his hand into half of the girl.

"Try it, the food from our hometown." Food purchased online.

The girl didn't answer, just devoured it. Seeing the girl's appearance, Jiang Chen smiled and said nothing.

Now that you're full, it's time to sleep. Jiang Chen leaned on the car hood behind him and fell asleep. Although the sound of snoring is everywhere, exhaustion is really the best sleeping pill.

As for Nick, this guy has always slept very fast, and woke up suddenly, and the thunderous snoring sounded long ago.

However, what Jiang Chen didn't notice was that there was a pair of eyes watching him secretly.

Aisha licked her fingers stained with biscuit crumbs, and secretly looked at Jiang Chen's profile, her eyes were full of confusion and confusion.

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The next morning, Jiang Chen woke up from the bumps.

"It's almost there." Nick noticed that Jiang Chen woke up, looked at the smartphone screen in his hand, and said lightly, "The GPS shows that we are only more than 40 kilometers away from Tikrit."

The roar of the engine filled his ears, and the vibration of the engine almost made Jiang Chen's back unconscious. Wiping his face and holding a handful of sand in his hand, he was stunned for a moment, and then showed a wry smile.

Not really a place for people.

"That's great, I can't wait to take a hot bath...and get a good night's sleep." Jiang Chen stretched his waist and said with a wry smile.

His phone's battery was almost exhausted. Taking into account the unexpected situation, he chose to take the initiative to shut down.

"I have an ominous feeling." Nick frowned and touched the black backpack beside him. It contained his M27 automatic rifle.

"I hope you are wrong." Jiang Chen smiled bitterly.

"Hopefully." Nick smiled bitterly and turned off his phone, his battery was running low.

Aisha looked up at the two foreigners beside her, then silently put her chin between her arms and closed her eyes tiredly.

Looks like I can't get to Turkey anymore...

This smell, born in the fire of war, is too familiar to her.

Even more familiar than a vulture in the desert.

The smell of death.