Jolela opened her eyes wide, but she did not scream or make any other extreme actions. She was not qualified to live in the town at all, and could only build such a nest on the periphery. She usually made a living by selling water. The whole family was penniless except for twelve thick porcelain bowls, a pot, and an old kerosene stove made in China. Now she was covered in blood after being tortured, and she could smell a strong smell of blood from a distance. Whether it was an eyeless thief or a pervert who liked to rob one's sex, she should not have any interest in her and this shabby home.

"Do you hate those people?"

A little red light as big as a fragrant head flashed in the darkness, which looked particularly eye-catching in the darkness. Jolera blinked for a long time before she realized that this monotonous and mechanical sound was probably the machine in the other party’s hand.

Cholera did not answer. After experiencing everything yesterday, the girl, who was only fifteen years old, finally matured. If the person in front of her was a spy sent by the judge, she would be taken back immediately as long as she showed a little dissatisfaction. In this case, I believe that the one who greeted her tomorrow morning would be the same rocks as her lover.

"You're dead."

The electronic synthesizer without any emotional fluctuations continued to reach Jolera's ear after being deliberately lowered: "Now you are seriously injured, you have no money, no medicine, no food, and not even one of your relatives and friends. You can't stand up to heal your wounds, or if you can't wait for the wound to heal, you will starve to death because you can't work. Maybe it's not until three or four days after your body smells smelly that others will find that you are dead. Carry your body outside and bury it casually, even if it's over your life."

Out of fear of death, Jolela clenched her hands, but she couldn't even say a rebuttal. What the other party said through the machine in her hand was the most true portrayal of her life.

An unprecedented hatred filled Jolela's body bit by bit. Really, she really didn't mind that she was only fifteen years old, but the man she found was an old man who was forty-three years old and even had two children. As long as he cared for her, loved her, and was willing to care for her as carefully as a baby, it would be enough. The two of them were in love, one was not married, and the other had been dead for a long time. Even if they got together, what was wrong?

That's right, living together without marriage in Somalia will be discriminated against, but according to ancient customs, it is just discrimination. Why do those people beat the person she likes to death with stones? Cohabitation is adultery, and adultery requires stone punishment. Why haven't she heard of such a law before?

The pain is really painful! Half is the pain on the face, and half is the pain that is shattered by one's own eyes after seeing your lover being smashed to death. All happiness and future are ruined, and the heart-breaking pain is broken!

Faced with all this, how could Jolela not hate her?!

"I have no way to save you, but, as long as you want, I can join forces with you to take revenge and make those people pay the most painful price. If you agree, nod your head, and if you disagree, I won't force it."

revenge?!

Reminiscing the word in his mouth, a shrill expression as if it was injured and lonely wolf slowly raised from Jolera's face. She had nothing left, and even her life was gone. What else could she be afraid of or even caring about? Under the other party's gaze, Jolera's whole body was shaking, but nodded heavily.

At this time, a scarred soul, under the control of hatred, was finally pulled into the chariot of revenge by Shi Shaoying.

Shi Shaoying turned on a digital camera, which was carried by Shaida, and was ready to take pictures of their "precious" shots of Mogadishu International Airport.

In front of the digital camera lens, on a green old-fashioned stove oil pan, the water in the pot was boiling.

Jolela threw her saliva, hair, and snot into the pot. Although the girls were shy, driven by hatred, she still urinated her urine directly into the pot in front of the camera, and finally threw a pair of underwear with her menstrual blood into the pot. Maybe she thought this was not enough. Jolela opened a ragged box as if she suddenly remembered something, and found a glass bottle with only a base left from the bottom, poured everything inside into the pot, and then made a close-up of the trademark on the glass bottle in front of the camera... The bottle contained lard!

No one can describe how strange the taste is and how the color is, the color makes people feel nauseous at first glance.

After cooking the pot of disgusting things that are not worth their lives and let them cool down, Shi Shaoying slowly soaked the bullets, mortar shells and even grenades in front of the camera. After they were naturally dry, he calmly pressed the bullets soaked in special materials back into the magazine, put the shells back into the ammunition box, and hung the grenades back on his body.

He handed a bottle filled with this liquid into Jolera's hands, and handed a grenade to Jolera, "Can you use it?"

Joleira nodded. She lives in Somalia, and is already fifteen years old and can't use grenades. She is either a saint or an idiot.

"Tomorrow morning, those judges may soon rush to your house to find you. Don't talk nonsense with them and splash the things in this bottle directly on them. Believe me, their expressions at that time will definitely allow you to enjoy the greatest joy of revenge. Then, take out this grenade and pull out the safety plug, pounce on it and hold the one you hate the most among them."

Looking at Qiao Leila, whose face was distorted due to pain and pleasure, Shi Shaoying sighed in his heart. He was in the flower season at the age of fifteen. If he was born in China, the girl in front of him should still live a carefree and princess-like life under the wings of his parents, right?

"I can't save you, and I can't let you go to heaven, so take the person you hate the most and go to prison together!"

After saying the last sentence with the translator, Shi Shaoying left. He only left Qiao Laila, who was holding the glass bottle with his left hand and holding the grenade with his right hand, crying while trembling with excitement.

At this time, a trace of pale like a fish belly was already revealed in the sky, and dawn was coming.

More than a thousand meters away from the town, Shi Shaoying stopped and found the m224-type mortar he hid inside from a pile of garbage.

Raise a mortar and adjust the shooting elements... Since there is still a lot of time, Shi Shaoying's movements are very calm. Once he is ready, he picked up a shell soaked in liquid and stuffed it into the cannon chamber. With a roar, the shells drew a beautiful trajectory in the air, and with amazing accuracy, they directly hit the square outside the town, and a ball of gunpowder rose.


Chapter completed!