"Dammit! Shit！”
The car staggered to a stop. Robert cursed as he slammed the steering wheel, but it was to no avail.
Nick quietly got out of the car, walked to the front of the car, and opened the hood.
"The engine is burnt."
“Fuck！ We're done for, "Robert said with a bitter smile.
"…" Jiang Chen was considering if he should go back to the apocalypse and get a maglev car to drive back.
But he only thought about it. If it wasn't for the fact that he was in complete despair, he wouldn't do that.
Because that would mean he was prepared to leave these two people behind. But if that was the case, his plan to sell the gold would be ruined, and the trip to Iraq would be meaningless.
"Can you fix it?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Let me try." Nick took out the toolbox from the back of the car, cracked his dry lips, and began to work.
But after a long time, the car still didn't show any signs of improvement.
Just as everyone was about to lose hope, Jiang Chen suddenly saw a truck approaching from the distance.
"IS?" His expression turned serious as he took out the pistol in his pocket.
Robert also noticed the truck, but he showed a completely different expression than Jiang Chen's.
"Put the gun away, haha, we're saved. Quick! Shout with me! Haha, stop! Here! Help! "Robert waved his arms and shouted at the truck, trying to get its attention.
The truck seemed to have noticed the three of them as it slowly drove towards them.
The truck stopped, and Jiang Chen noticed the emaciated refugees behind the hood. Most of their clothes were ragged, and they only carried a few belongings. Their faces were filled with numbness and exhaustion.
Robert walked in front of the driver and negotiated with him for a moment before he returned to Jiang Chen and Nick with a face full of joy.
"The driver agreed to give us a ride. It's a tradition to help each other in the desert. I agreed to share the water stored in our car with them. We have to leave the car here anyway. Get the gas out, Nick, come help. "
"Okay, boss." Nick nodded and followed.
…
Jiang Chen and Nick sat in the back of the truck while Robert sat in the passenger seat with the driver. Because only Robert knew Arabic, the two sat together with the refugees. They could only stare at each other without saying a word.
The women were all tightly wrapped in headscarves, the men were mostly dispirited, and the children didn't seem to have the slightest vitality that they should have. Everyone was exhausted. They must have suffered a lot.
The atmosphere was strange.
It was indeed inappropriate for a Belarusian and a Chinese to sit in such a place.
"These people are probably refugees from Syria. Because Turkey has sealed the border, some of them will choose to take a detour to the Kurdistan Autonomous Region before sneaking into Turkey. I didn't expect to see you here. "Fortunately, Jiang Chen knew some English and was able to converse with Nick.
"Do they speak English?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Someone should know, but they don't look like they have the energy to chat." Nick shrugged.
The car was crowded and bumpy. Sitting next to Jiang Chen was a child whose gender couldn't be determined. His dirty face was lifeless, and his messy hair exuded a sour odor that was even stronger than Robert's.
Jiang Chen wasn't a clean freak, especially since there was a foul odor everywhere in the car, so he didn't pay too much attention to it.
Looking at Nick, the Belarusian man was already snoring. Years of war made him used to conserving his energy at all times. But his snoring attracted a few disgruntled glances.
[He can sleep anywhere …] Jiang Chen forced a smile as he adjusted his sitting position with his arms crossed in front of his chest, ready to take a nap.
The car drove for a while.
It was probably lunchtime, and quite a number of the refugees had taken out the food they had brought along with them, and with just a little bit of water, they began to eat. The kid sitting next to Jiang Chen also held a small piece of black bread like thing and bit into it.
Perhaps because of the crowd effect, Jiang Chen also began to feel hungry, so he put his hand behind his back. While no one was paying attention to him, Jiang Chen opened the storage dimension and took out a box of Oreos. After tearing open the packaging, he began to eat it as a staple.
Because of this sudden situation, Jiang Chen usually stored some emergency food and medicine in the storage dimension.
At this time, Jiang Chen suddenly noticed a pair of eyes peeking at him.
More accurately, it was looking at him while he was chewing.
"Do you want to eat?" Jiang Chen, who noticed it, smiled and handed over the box in his hand.
The eyes quickly escaped. However, it seemed to have sensed that Jiang Chen's voice had no ill intentions as the person took the box of biscuits from Jiang Chen's hand. It only hesitated for a moment before it started to devour the biscuits.
This guy, the way he ate was comparable to Sun Jiao. Jiang Chen couldn't help but smile.
"Thank you …" The person whispered in English. It seemed to have realized that it had finished all the biscuits as a guilty expression appeared on its face. It lowered its head to Jiang Chen. "I'm sorry …"
"It's okay, I still have a lot." Jiang Chen smiled in a friendly manner. "Can I know your name?"
"Ayesha, 17 years old."
[So it's a girl. But why is her voice so soft?] Perhaps it was because she was immature, so she didn't wear a headscarf like the other girls in the bus.
"My name is Jiang Chen, I come from Han. Where are your parents? "
"They were killed by IS … because my mother rejected the unreasonable request of the devil." Ayesha's voice was calm, and there wasn't much sadness on her face. Jiang Chen was speechless as he didn't expect the topic to be so heavy.
"I'm sorry," Jiang Chen said softly, but he didn't expect to receive a strange look in return.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Chen was confused. He didn't know if he broke any rules because not long ago, he only lived in a peaceful city.
"Nothing. I just didn't expect to hear someone say sorry to me. "Ayesha turned her head around.
"Do you have any plans after you arrive in Turkey?" Jiang Chen forced a smile as he decided to talk about something less serious.
Ending a new life after a refugee, perhaps it would make people a little happier.
"I don't plan to go to the refugee camp, accept humanitarian aid … and see if any Saudi or Turkish men are willing to buy me home. I'm still a virgin, so it shouldn't be a problem if I dress up a little. "The girl's tone was calm, and her face displayed a coldness that didn't match her age.
[Okay … Looks like no matter what topic it is, it will lead to a more serious direction.]
Jiang Chen chose to keep his mouth shut.
…
The bus still stopped at night as it was dangerous to travel at night, and the driver needed to rest.
At this time, the refugees would choose to get off the bus to relieve themselves, and then stand outside for a while to enjoy the wind. Jiang Chen also got off the bus and found a place to relieve himself. He even extravagantly took out a pack of toilet paper to wipe himself.
After the bus stopped, Robert came to find the two of them and chatted for a while. But when it was time to sleep, he still rolled back to the passenger seat. According to Robert, he gave the driver a bill of Franklin, and the driver immediately became friendlier to him.
At night, Jiang Chen felt hungry again.
He was a bit tired of Oreos. Jiang Chen never mistreated himself, so he changed his taste. He took out a pack of cranberry cookies and began to chew on them.
He heard the sound of someone swallowing. He paused for a moment before he smiled in a friendly manner and gave half of the cookies to the girl.
"Try it, it's the food from my hometown."
The girl didn't respond as she wolfed down the food. Looking at the girl's expression, Jiang Chen smiled and didn't say anything.
Since he was full, it was time to sleep. Jiang Chen leaned against the hood of the bus and fell into a deep sleep. Although there were snoring sounds everywhere, exhaustion was the best sleeping pill.
As for Nick, he had always been fast asleep and would wake up very suddenly. He had long since started snoring thunderously.
But what Jiang Chen didn't notice was that there was a pair of eyes secretly checking him out.
Ayesha licked the cookie crumbs on her finger and peeked at the side of Jiang Chen's face. Her eyes were full of confusion and confusion.
…
The next morning, Jiang Chen woke up in the midst of a bumpy ride.
"We're almost there." Nick noticed that Jiang Chen woke up. He looked at the screen of the smartphone in his hand and said emotionlessly, "The GPS shows that we are only 40 kilometers away from Tikrit."
His ears were filled with the roar of the engine. The vibration of the engine almost made Jiang Chen lose all feeling in his back. He wiped his face and his hands were covered in mud. He paused for a moment before a bitter smile appeared on his face.
It was not a place for humans to stay.
"That's great. I can't wait to take a hot shower and have a good sleep." Jiang Chen stretched his back and said with a bitter smile.
His phone's battery was almost depleted. Considering the unexpected situation, he chose to turn off his phone.
"I have a bad feeling about this." Nick furrowed his brows and touched the black backpack beside him. Inside was his M27 automatic rifle.
"I hope you're wrong." Jiang Chen forced a smile.
"I hope so." Nick also forced a smile and turned off his phone. He didn't have much battery left.
Ayesha looked up at the two foreigners beside her before she silently put her chin between her arms and closed her eyes tiredly.
[Looks like we won't make it to Turkey.]
She was too familiar with this smell since she was born in the flames of war.
Even more familiar than the vultures in the desert.
The smell of death.
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