Zhan Jingyi had already used his skills to adjust his face, and coupled with his deliberately tarnished appearance, he believed that no one would recognize him unless he met someone who knew Hua Qiang particularly well.
The reason why Huaqiang's ID was used was because it had a steel seal and code on it, which could not be faked. A soldier took it, checked it carefully, and confirmed the code number on it with the headquarters using a satellite phone.
Soon, the information about Zhan Jingyi's forged identity was confirmed. After confirming that Zhan Jingyi was an ordinary person, a soldier threw a can and a bottle of water to Zhan Jingyi.
After Zhan Jingyi took the things, he sat down on the ground regardless of the dust on his hands, opened the can and stuffed it into his mouth in large gulps, acting like a wolf and a tiger, dispelling the soldier's last doubts.
After the soldier's fingers made an obscure gesture, Zhan Jingyi could feel that the killing intent that had been hidden around him gradually shifted away from himself.
After Zhan Jingyi had eaten and drank enough, the soldiers took him to the rear base in a car. However, when they pulled him to the door of the base, they did not let him in. Instead, they sent him to a truck.
Zhan Jingyi noticed that in addition to himself and the two soldiers, there were many ordinary people in the truck. These people should be ordinary people who had been rescued one after another in recent times.
Obviously, during this period, everyone suffered a lot, and everyone was disgraced. Most of them were grateful that they had survived the rebirth.
"This is already a war zone. You can't stay here. Follow the convoy to the refugee camp later. Someone will take you in there."
"Refugee camp?? I am not a refugee. I am rich. I am a citizen of Black Flag City. I came to the City of Ice and Glass to do business. I apply to be let out of the city. I want to go back to Black Flag City!"
After hearing what the soldier said, a middle-aged man suddenly became excited. He took out a stack of silver coins and his ID card from his pocket, waved them in front of the soldier and said, "Did you see it? This is my ID card." , the citizens of Black Flag City! Still have money."
But the soldier was not interested in the silver coins and documents in front of him, and said bluntly: "If you have any problems, you can go to the reception officer in the refugee camp to lodge a complaint, and they will help you."
"real??"
The man asked doubtfully when faced with the soldier's words.
"This is still false. As long as you can appeal, he will help you solve the problem."
Perhaps it was the soldier's decisive reply that made the middle-aged man calm down a lot, but he continued: "Damn it, I don't want to stay in this ghost place for a moment, I want to go back to Black Flag City."
"Tch, being rich is great."
A young man on the side was obviously very dissatisfied with the middle-aged man's tendency to show off. After replying unhappily, he took out a chocolate bar from his pocket and took a bite of it.
"Haha, what's wrong? You are hating the rich. I am great if I have money. What can you do? When we get to the refugee camp, I will be able to leave here soon, but you, just wait here to die slowly. "
Faced with the young man's words, the middle-aged man responded not to be outdone. At the same time, he stared at the chocolate bar in the young man's hand and swallowed hard.
"Get out of here as soon as possible, you are not welcome here either."
The young man finished speaking angrily. He wanted to take another bite, but after looking at the chocolate bar in his hand, after thinking about it, he carefully twisted the seal and put it back in his pocket.
Zhan Jingyi ignored the quarrel between the two, but he knew very well that the middle-aged man might not be able to leave successfully.
Although the soldier was very sure what he said, the middle-aged man might not have heard it. What he said just now was a typical kicking tone. In many government agencies, there will be many people who are more skilled than this soldier.
In one sentence, he will tell you clearly what you should do and where to stamp it.
But the subtext of this sentence is that I can't take care of your affairs. You go find others. If others take care of you, you are lucky. If you don't care, don't bother me.
Therefore, when Zhan Jingyi heard the soldier say this, he knew that this matter might not be as simple as he thought.
As the car started, running on the flat road, a breeze blew, maybe because of fatigue, maybe because of hunger, but more importantly because of the relaxation of the rest of the life, causing the people in the car to gradually fall into sleep one by one.
At this time, Zhan Jingyi's half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and he saw a small hand on his side secretly slipping out of his clothes.
Behind the dirty little hands was a little girl with a pair of green eyes, who was being held in the arms of a middle-aged woman, who looked about only seven or eight years old.
The little hand secretly reached into the young man's pocket and took out the half-eaten chocolate bar from the pocket. Unfortunately, the clumsy technique instantly made the young man feel it. His eyes widened and he quickly grabbed the girl's palm. ..
"You stole something!"
The young man's cold voice made the little girl stunned for a moment. Tears rolled down the dust on her face, and her dirty face suddenly turned into a tabby cat.
"What are you doing! Let go!"
At this time, the little girl's mother also woke up, waved the young man's hand, and held the little girl tightly in her arms.
"Look, she stole my things."
The young man stepped forward and grabbed the chocolate bar from the little girl's hand. Because of the little girl's cry, the others woke up and frowned when they saw this situation.
"She's just a child. She's hungry. Besides, it's just a chocolate bar. Don't be so mean to her!"
The mother of the little girl held the little girl tightly in her arms, like a hen guarding her calf, and pushed the young man away.
"Huh, she's just a little girl. Don't you even have any mercy?"
The middle-aged man who had just argued with the young man seemed to be very happy when he saw this. He added insult to injury to the young man who made him very unhappy, and opened his mouth to set the pace.
"Yeah, you see she's so young, why don't you give her some food. When we get to the refugee camp, people won't care about your chocolate bars."
The speaker was an old woman wearing a silk scarf. At this time, she stepped forward to comfort the little girl while glaring at the young man.
"Bah, you are really not a man!"
Another man, who was about the same age as the young man, also cast a look of contempt at the young man.
Facing the accusations from everyone, the young man's face turned cold. After taking a deep breath, he put the chocolate bar in his hand away and put it into his pocket.
The young man squinted at the people in the car, and sarcastically said with a smile: "Maybe I am not a man, and I can't even tell the difference between right and wrong, but please put away the benevolence and morality you talk about. I remember you before He kept saying...eating people!"
"You crazy person!"
Perhaps the young man's words were too sharp. The man who had despised him before stood up angrily. This man had a powerful figure and was obviously more powerful than the young man. ..
As he watched, the young man was pushed down by the man. However, the man seemed not to be relieved yet, so he raised his fist and smashed the young man in the face.
But before the man's fist touched the young man, Zhan Jingyi, who was sitting nearby, suddenly stretched out a foot and kicked forward unexpectedly, hitting the man's knee.
Suddenly, the man's knees felt weak. Instead of hitting the young man, his fist hit the corner of the truck. The pain made the man grin.
Although Zhan Jingyi didn't like to meddle in other people's business, right or wrong, and preferred to be a bystander, he did like this young man quite a bit, so he helped him.
Zhan Jingyi stretched out his hand and pulled the young man up. The young man glanced at Zhan Jingyi, but without any intention of thanking him, he patted the dust on his butt and found a corner to sit down again.
However, this time, the young man hid the chocolate bar in his pocket more closely.
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