I Can Solve Cases, And I Have Become A World Treasure (Volumes 6-9)

Chapter 236: Let the wild and primitive cry reach across the roof of the world!

There will be no helicopters in the slums!

The helicopter passed over the huge white statue, passed through the uplifting hand of God, and stopped slowly in the open field. Residents screamed and fled. A young man dressed fashionably jumped out of the back seat. He had a pair of sunglasses on his face and a cynical smile.

His boots fell on the loess, and he glanced at the areas destroyed by the flood. He exclaimed: "It's too tragic, it's really too tragic..." There were broken tiles and mud everywhere, and there were still things buried under the soil. There are still some roof tiles left in the ruins. From time to time, skinny refugees come in, bending over to pick up garbage. No one knows what they will eat next.

The young man smiled and sighed. He ordered his men to move the boxes of supplies from the helicopter. Each box that fit tightly fell to the ground, and when opened, it turned out to be mountains of bread and bottled water.

You need to know that something happened just now.

An 80-year-old old woman asked someone nearby for a drink of water. The other person looked disgusted and pointed at the flood and said, "Isn't there water there?"

The old woman kept talking in fragments.

The supply box landed on the ground. The man picked up a bottle of water and a bag of bread, walked towards the nearest little girl, and said gently: "Are you hungry?" He cared about the people like a leader inspecting the local area and distributed the supplies. Not knowing who the man was, and sensing his friendly attitude, the slums began to boil. Large numbers of refugees came from far away and began to plunder and divide supplies.

When the message was sent to Artest, the man stopped for a moment. He realized that this dark-skinned young man was unusual. The other man was skinny, covered with scars, and had a pair of cautious eyes like a hound, as if he was leading the leader of the tribe in the wild...

"Who are you?"

Artest carefully judged the man's identity and noticed that there was a gun on the other man's waist. Who is this - a soldier? police? still? Why did he give them food?

"Thank you, kind person, my child can be saved." His mother got two pieces of bread, knelt down on the ground excitedly, and kowtowed three times to the man. After the woman stood up, she also curled her fingers, quickly tapped her shoulders and forehead, and made a pious gesture in a condescending manner. After a series of grateful gestures, she quickly picked up the bread, tore it into pieces and fed it to her four-year-old son.

The young man did not speak, but just smiled, "I may come again tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

There was only one meal, which was only enough for one day for people who were used to starving. What about after tomorrow?

According to the evolution of the situation, the conflict between the Mondstadt government and the refugees will further intensify tomorrow.

Sure enough, several people starved to death the next day, and when the young men showed up again with money and supplies on the third day, people from the slums swarmed in.

While Artest was wary of the man, he couldn't refuse the food he offered.

He chewed it hungrily.

The man walked up to him, handed him a bottle of water, seemed to appreciate him, and asked his age.

Artest thought for a while and realized that this was not a secret after all, so he told the other party, "Nineteen years old."

"Nineteen years old, you are really young." The man in sunglasses said calmly, "An age full of infinite possibilities. , but you have to run around for food and family. Did you go to negotiate with Gaoqiang again today?"