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Artyom had a gun in his hand, but he didn't decide to shoot. Instead, he lay down on the ground and observed the distance between the car and himself from the gap between the car's ground and the ground.

After confirming the position of the other party's car, Artyom took out a grenade from his waist, opened the insurance without hesitation, pulled the pull ring, waited for about three seconds, and stretched out his hand to slide the grenade from the front of the car. The ground rolled under the opponent's car.

"What's that? He seems to have thrown something over!" A person in the car saw the movements of Artyom's hands with keen eyes, and quickly reminded his companion.

But as soon as he finished speaking, before the others had time to react, there was an explosion, and the entire car was overturned by the impact force from under the car. The moment the car was moving upwards, It exploded.

When Artyom showed up with a "Viet Cong probe" to observe the enemy's situation, he was very satisfied with the appearance of the scene. The front hood of the car had been blown off, and the body of the car fell on the road. The enemies were dead and wounded, and they could no longer pose any threat to Artyom.

Artyom stood up and walked out of his temporary shelter. At this moment, Major's anxious voice came from his earphone again.

"What's the situation there, why did I hear the explosion?"

Artyom walked towards the overturned car, and said to Major easily through the radio: "I threw a grenade to solve the problem and blow them upside down."

Major was riding a motorcycle, and after hearing Artyom's words, he said with a smile: "Then you did a good job, I'm almost at the street where you are now, and I'll pick you up right away and get out of here quickly."

"Okay, I'll take care of the rest now."

"it is good."

Artyom walked to the side of the overturned car and carefully checked the situation inside. There were three people in total, two of them were out of breath, and one was already dying.

Artyom asked the man who was still angry: "Are you trying to kill me so that you can find a chance to grab our goods? Answer me and I can call an ambulance for you. As long as you answer quickly enough, the ambulance The car will arrive in time."

Anyway, this guy will pay for the ambulance himself, and Artyom will pay him nothing.

Without any hesitation, the last survivor in the car opened his mouth and answered with difficulty: "Yes..."

This made Artyom feel that something was wrong. Logically speaking, few people knew their identities. Could it be that their identities were exposed, or there were ghosts who wanted to hack the valuable goods, which made Artyom Jom had to think carefully.

Immediately afterwards, he continued to ask: "Is there a ghost in the store or a ghost here?"

Seeing the other party's speechless look, Artyom added: "If it's the first one, say one, and if it's the second one, answer two."

The man lying in the car hesitated for a moment and finally answered slowly: "ALL..."

Well, Artyom's heart cracked open as if he saw an Israeli supporting Palestine in the fight.Leaving aside why he knew the details of this matter, and regardless of the situation of the people in the business, if there were really traitors among his people, then Artyom himself and Major would be in danger.

As for why Artyom didn't suspect Major, Kali trained him as his successor from the very beginning, so Major's status in Yongye'an Port is a proper "prince". After taking over, Artyom will belong to Conglong Zhigong or the prince and Taifu. After that, the salary will not be sesame blossoms-every high.

For Artyom, the most urgent task now is to take the "Prince" - Major to a safe place to stay, and then report the details of the attack to the "Emperor" - Kali, and finally find out what happened the truth.

"I'll call you an ambulance now, tell me, is our traitor black or white, and what's his name?"

Artyom didn't ask the traitor's name directly. After all, the other party might not know the traitor's name, but if he asked whether the other party was black or white, it would be easier to answer this question. If there is a traitor in the room, it means that he may have seen the other party's appearance.

"Black person......"

'Is this a Hollywood movie?Black villain law? '

Artyom didn't think too much, and immediately said to Major and his gang: "The traitor is a black man."

Major has been listening carefully to the voice coming from the earphones since Artyom spoke just now, and he didn't expect to encounter such a thing when he was organizing a mission for the first time. I haven't encountered such a thing before, is it because the prince's deterrence is not enough?

"Negger? That's him," Major replied. "Get him done when you get a chance."

Just when Artyom was about to answer, a gunshot sounded from behind him, and the bullet hit his neck. He turned around desperately, looked at the shooter in disbelief, and covered himself Neck slowly fell to the ground

It's too difficult in life to consider the matter of taking an examination of a public institution.

Chapter 5 Don't Be Afraid, Artyom

My name is Junior·Dlamini. I was born in a slum outside Johannesburg. There is only one mother, and my father may still be alive.Later, she was taken by her mother to an old house in the city center to make a living. With her own skills, her mother found a sewing job in the laundry, and her life was barely stable.

However, the good times did not last long.

My mother was robbed on the way home from get off work one night. I don't know if she resisted. By the time I got the news, my mother was lying on the bed in the mortuary, lifeless.

My deepest impression of what happened that day is that the mortuary was very cold. I sat there as if I was sitting in a refrigerator, and my body was cold.

I was nine years old that year.

Later, I was just stealing on the street, relying on luck to eat, and lived a life where I didn't have another meal after my last meal.

Alms?are you joking around with me?That's not enough for me to survive at all.

In the end, I was taken by a gang and joined them, helping them steal things, transport drugs (river crab), and sometimes help in robbery, yes, robbery.

This is so fucking ridiculous, really...

Today the boss asked me to bring a gun to help kill people. This is not the first time I have been asked to do this. After all, I am also 13 years old.

This guy is really powerful. He directly killed the brothers in the car with a grenade. I have never seen such a fire, but he didn't notice me. After all, I have nothing to pay attention to, like me Black kids like that aren't worth much in Johannesburg.

I shot him from behind and hit him in the neck.

I didn't expect to hit him in the neck either. I knew my marksmanship very well. It was purely an accident that I hit the neck this time. I originally wanted to aim at his back.

But that's good too, I don't have to worry about his resistance, so I relaxed and shot him a few more times, leaving a few blood holes in his chest.

He fell to the ground, clutching his neck that was pierced by bullets, and looked at me in surprise. Maybe he didn't expect that a child he neglected would kill him.

Then, the sound of a motorcycle came over, someone was coming, I wanted to run away quickly.

One bullet hit me in the back and I felt it go through my lungs, then two more hit me in the body and I fell to the ground.

Today's sky is very blue, it's not bad to die on such a day, if only I didn't come here in the first place.