Chapter 47: Cruel

In the Ngoro Province of southern Sozali, at the 21st International Medical Rescue Team camp.

Lin Xiaoman walked into the storeroom, opened the cold storage containing medicines, and counted them. There were 16 doses of Ebola antiviral serum left, and 27 doses of vaccine. At present, a serious epidemic had broken out across Sozali, and these antiviral serums and vaccines were undoubtedly equivalent to people's life-saving straws.

However, there were 16 patients in the ward waiting for treatment. Lin Xiaoman didn't hesitate, put all 16 doses of antiviral serum into the cooler box, and walked out of the storeroom.

Lin Xiaoman was holding the medical box with both hands and had just walked to the center of the backyard when, just then, a loud "bang" sounded from the direction of the main gate!

The large iron gate was pushed open, and a group of thugs holding rifles and looking fierce appeared at the gate.

Lin Xiaoman was startled in her heart. These thugs were wearing camouflage uniforms and had red military badges on their shoulders. It could be seen at a glance that they were the anti-government armed forces of Kabongo.

However, compared to the little youths they encountered on the road last time, these people looked much older, and their equipment was more complete; they were clearly middle-to-high-ranking officers of the rebel army.

"Chinese, hand over the antiviral serum and vaccines in your hands!"

A rebel leader said in fluent English. He looked to be in his 40s, with a thin face, one terrifying green eye, and the other eye covered by a black cloth strip.

At this moment, besides Lin Xiaoman, there were some local villagers in the courtyard. Most of them were family members of the patients, who helped the medical team do some work within their power while taking care of their family members in the camp.

"It's... it's Kuba!"

A villager widened his eyes in terror, recognizing the person in front of him; it was the second-in-command of the rebel armed forces, Kabongo's great general, Kuba.

Seeing this, Kuba snorted coldly. Immediately after, his snake-like gaze fell on the medical box Lin Xiaoman was holding in her arms, and he said coldly:

"You, hand over the box in your hands to me."

Seeing the man opposite, Lin Xiaoman trembled all over instinctively, but what she was holding in her arms were the last 16 doses of serum, waiting to save people's lives.

Those people, although she didn't know them at all, were 16 fresh lives, many of whom were children about the same age as her daughter.

"What... what are you doing?" Lin Xiaoman held the box in her arms tightly, meeting the man's gaze vigilantly.

The next second, a "bang" sounded!

A bullet tore through the air, hitting Lin Xiaoman's neck squarely!

She hadn't had time to let out a cry for help when her throat was choked by the surging blood, and she could no longer make a sound. The next second, Lin Xiaoman's originally clear and transparent eyes widened full of terror. She raised her hand to cover her neck, only to feel a handful of warm stickiness. Immediately after, her body collapsed helplessly to the ground, and a pool of fresh blood flowed from beneath her neck...

Everything happened so suddenly, and so cruelly.

The villagers in the courtyard, seeing this, were all shocked, and immediately, like headless flies, screamed in terror, scrambling to run away to save their lives.

Bang, bang, bang—

Another burst of deafening random gunfire rang out.

A few seconds later, there were several more corpses lying dead in the courtyard, and fresh blood meandered across the yellow land. Only a few injured villagers trembling in fear remained in the courtyard...

At this time, Kuba gave a wink to a soldier beside him.

That soldier immediately walked up, kicked away the "woman" who was lying on the ground with her chest down but still holding the medical box with both hands, and then squatted on the ground to open the box.

"General, it's antiviral serum!" The soldier's eyes immediately lit up greedily.

Just then, Shi Yi, Wang Yang, Zhou Yutong, and Old Jiu, who heard the commotion, arrived at the backyard of the camp one after another.

Shi Yi smelled the heavy scent of blood from afar, and her heart skipped a beat.

She ran quickly into the small courtyard, only to see a group of heavily armed rebels had already occupied the small courtyard. Corpses were lying scattered on the ground, blood flowed wantonly, a soldier was squatting in the center of the courtyard, collecting a medical box from the ground, and beneath his feet lay a "woman" in a white coat lying face down.

Shi Yi's pupils constricted violently!

She ran to the side of the "woman" in a few quick steps and pulled her body into her arms. Only then did she see that the "woman's" white coat was already soaked through with blood, her eyes were tightly closed, and her face was deathly gray. What was terrifying was that half of her neck was gone, her flesh and blood were blurred, her head was hanging to one side, forming a strange angle with her body, and that huge wound was still gushing fresh blood.

"Xiao Manjie!"

Shi Yi knelt on the ground, letting out a sorrowful wail.

Her heart felt as if it were being gripped by a giant hand that had come out of nowhere, making it impossible to breathe. She was panicked and at a loss, supporting Lin Xiaoman's head that was hanging limply, and like a fool, trying to put her head back onto her body.

"Xiao Manjie, wake up! Wake up!"

At this time, Wang Yang, Zhou Yutong, and Old Jiu also rushed over. The moment they saw the tragic state of Lin Xiaoman's corpse, they all knelt on the ground with a "thud," trembling uncontrollably, heartbroken.

"Damn it, another group of people!"

The soldier standing to one side raised his gun, making a gesture to fire at the few people on the ground, but was stopped by Kuba beside him.

"Don't move, they are Chinese."

Kuba lowered his head, weighed the box in his hand carefully, a greedy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he ordered to the left and right: "Go inside and continue searching!"

Whoosh, whoosh—

The heavily armed rebels, like jackals and leopards, soon rushed into the warehouse, dormitory, clinic, and ward, surrounding the small camp.

At this moment, Old Jiu knelt on the ground, his hands clenched tightly into fists.

Although he was over 50 years old, he had been a soldier when he was young and had been on the battlefield. Seeing this situation, a burst of anger rose in his heart!

Seeing that there was nothing useful on the ground, only a fountain pen inserted in the pocket of Lin Xiaoman's white coat.

Old Jiu's gaze was like a burning flame. Without a sound, he gripped the pen tightly in his hand, pulled off the pen cap, revealing the sharp pen tip, and then turned his head, stabbing fiercely at Kuba's neck!

With a "whoosh" sound!

The sharp pen tip tore through the air.

At the critical moment, Kuba relied on the instinct of having fought for many years and dodged to the side. The fountain pen

"Damn it, you're fucking courting death!"

Kuba grimaced in pain, yanked the fountain pen out of his flesh with a vicious tug, then, in a fit of rage, leveled his rifle and fired wildly at the man's body.

Bang! Bang! Bang—

Amidst the dense hail of gunfire, Lao Jiu's tall frame shuddered a few times, then he spat out several mouthfuls of blood and collapsed to the ground, his gaze turning vacant.

"Lao Jiu!"

Shi Yi's heart gave a violent jolt; she scrambled toward Lao Jiu on her hands and knees, only to be yanked back by Zhou Yutong.

"Xiao Yi, don't go over there!"

Zhou Yutong screamed, her heart torn to pieces: "It's dangerous!"

Wang Yang stood frozen in place, his face as pale as paper, his whole body trembling uncontrollably; his mind was a complete blank, and he was no longer capable of thought.

Just then, a pitch-black gun barrel was pressed against Wang Yang's temple.

"Speak, where are the anti-virus serum and the vaccine?"