Lula, Syria.

Three sealed trucks pressed out deep ruts and passed by Kevin, who was carrying a visiting box and had many wrinkles on his face.

He raised his head and frowned in disbelief. Although the appearance of the far-away truck was dirty, the engine sound was clearly new.

How can people in Lula town afford a new car?

Passing the corner, Kevin saw that some people were taking a break, discussing what had fallen from the sky before, which could be clearly seen during the day, and at that time, many people thought it was a missile.

"Soon after things fell, I saw the US military helicopter heading that way. I don't know what it was?"

At this time, people noticed Kevin and greeted him.

"Hi, Kevin!"

Kevin is special here. Because he is an American and the only local doctor.

After smiling and responding to people, Kevin came to the door of his small clinic.

The clinic is located on the first floor of a three-story building, and the upper two floors have collapsed. This was caused by a home-made shell during the war a few years ago.

Pushing open the door, it was low, narrow and full of various items.

Chelsea, a young red-haired woman, is sitting at the counter. She is a volunteer from Britain who left at the beginning and has been working as a clerk and nurse.

"Kevin, how are the patients?" Chelsea asked.

Kevin is helpless: "I can only try my best to keep him from getting worse. Although the situation has been basically stable, medicines are still lacking. "

"Where's Harry?"

"See a patient inside."

Pushing open the inner door, a thin man is auscultating.

Kevin's assistant, Harry, a mixed-race American and Syrian, originally lived in Halab, the largest city in northern Syria. Later, he fled south because of the war and has been here since he opened the clinic.

After giving the patient a diagnosis and letting him go back, Harry asked, "What's going on outside? There was a mess before. "

Kevin put down the visiting box and shook his head: "something fell from the sky. At first, everyone thought it was a missile attack, and everyone was very flustered. But then there were American helicopters in the past, so I guess it should be satellite wreckage. "

"What a coincidence?" Harry's brow wrinkled immediately.

"What's the matter?" Kevin has some doubts.

"Nothing, by the way, Kevin, I heard that you used to be a Ma Run (US Marine Corps)?" Harry asked curiously, "Then why did you come here to open a clinic?"

Kevin's weather-beaten face was a little stiff. He sat in the chair, silent for a moment, and smiled wryly: "atone."

Harry shrugged his shoulders, but with their relationship, there is nothing to ask: "I'm sorry, but can you say something?"

"It's just an old story." Kevin took out his cigarette case and saw that it was empty.

Throwing the empty cigarette case on the table, he took a deep breath with memories in his eyes: "I once joined the army with great enthusiasm and became a military doctor in the Marine Corps."

"I once believed that I would fight for justice and bring freedom, excellent institutions and universal values to people in other parts of the world."

"I once sincerely thought that I would make the world better, not worse."

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"It wasn't until I was ordered to come to this land that I discovered that we didn't bring freedom and democracy, didn't bring enlightenment and wealth, and we ..."

"It just brought endless gunfire, just brought displacement, just brought despair, fear and hatred."

There was silence in the diagnosis room.

Harry stared at him.

Kevin smiled again, bitter smile:

"My faith was shattered and I chose to return to China. However, a car accident took my child and my wife left me because of pain. "

"Harry, you know what? This is the punishment for sin. "

With a sigh of relief, Kevin leaned back in his chair feebly: "So, I came here, hoping to repay my sins with the rest of my life."

Harry tried to comfort him, but he didn't know how to speak.

Chelsea pushed open the door and looked at them. "Come out for dinner."

Feeling that the atmosphere was a little strange, she asked doubtfully, "What's the matter?"

Kevin shook his head: "Nothing."

Then he got up and said, "Come on, Harry, let's eat."

　　……

The deliberately dirty new truck was driving on the uneven dirt road.

In the sealed carriage, many iron drums are neatly stacked, and each drum has a yellow and black radiation sign.

A thing full of black scales, hidden in the corner, greedily absorbs the scattered trace radiation.

The truck drove to a remote corner of the town full of ruins.

There are a dozen people with headscarves, veils and ak rifles waiting there.

Three cars stopped, and a dozen masked men with guns came down from the first two cars.

The breeze rolled up the dust.

Both sides are headed by Hu Zinan. When they approach, the leader of the waiter directly asks, "Have you brought anything?"

"Of course. What about the money? " On the other side of the cold rhetorical question.

The waiting leader motioned with his eyes, and someone immediately took a small box and opened it. There were several yellowed documents inside.

"As agreed, this is 50 million meters of bearer securities. I want to inspect the goods. " Let the other party finish reading it, and Pa Ta closes the box, and the leader of the waiter says.

In all kinds of blockbusters, the two sides make secret deals, always calling a lot of people and carrying all kinds of weapons, as if they were afraid that others would not know that there was a problem here.

In reality, secret transactions are really very low-key.

The team escorting the yellow cake entered Lula in the name of transporting materials for the reconstruction of the town, and specially dirtied the car to avoid being conspicuous.

In the desert not far away, several American special forces were prostrate, covering themselves with camouflage cloth and using them as anti-reflective telescopes to observe both sides of the transaction.

"It's a bumpkin, a few yellow cakes dare to sell fifty million. Guys, this is a big list. We will broadcast live to our superiors throughout the whole process, and do it neatly! " The team leader whispered.

"I understand!"

Watching each other have gone to the last car, ready for inspection, the captain hurriedly way:

"Action begins! The helicopter plows first, and the ground personnel follow! Don't be afraid to explode the yellow cake. It has low radiation. Although inhalation is harmful, we have a gas mask. "