It's a hot air balloon!

Everyone including Wei Ran recognized the person driving the bulldozer! At the same time, the hot air balloon driving the bulldozer also stood up and waved enthusiastically towards them.

"I thought this bastard had run away!" the cradle laughed and cursed.

"I have long said that he is more trustworthy than anyone else." The sewing machine said while waving towards the hot air balloon.

"But where did he get the bulldozer?" Edelweiss, who had just been hiding behind Wei Ran, also stuck out his head and asked strangely.

"He always has a way"

Sewing Machine clapped his hands and said, "Okay, let's quickly move a place for the tent and the ambulance."

After coming back to their senses, everyone immediately started working.

While the sanitary ware, sewing machine, and cradle were packing up the medical equipment, Edelweiss was the first to start the ambulance. In a rough style that was completely contrary to her temperament, she maneuvered the ambulance to flexibly give up the rescue space.

Immediately afterwards, the medical tent was lifted aside with the help of people around it and relocated to the back of the ambulance.

When the three people from Wei Ran, with the help of the children, brought the medical equipment over at once, even the stretcher cart that served as the operating table was lifted up by the people around and carried into the tent first.

At the same time, the hot air balloon also drove the bulldozer to the edge of the ruins. He hurriedly said hello to everyone, handed a backpack to the sewing machine, and then unhooked a few cardboard boxes from the hood of the bulldozer and handed them to Minato.

Hanward and Dalal came up with the cradle.

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Started to get busy.

With the help of the not-so-big bucket, and amid the cheers of the people around, the collapsed floors were either lifted or dragged away, and the wounded or corpses were removed one by one.

were carried out one after another - including Ed.

"Is that Ed? What happened?"

The hot air balloon screamed when he saw the body, jumped off the bulldozer and ran to Ed's body, shouting angrily, "Why is there...um on his head!"

The sewing machine that had just completed an operation covered his mouth in time, allowing him to swallow the second half of the sentence, and then explained it against his ear.

After a while, the hot air balloon strode to Wei Ran who was providing emergency treatment to the wounded. After he was done, he hugged him hard and patted his shoulder hard, "Thank you, my friend,

Thank you for everything you do.

I know it's difficult, but don't feel guilty. You and Ed saved two people together, and they will definitely go to heaven."

"Thanks"

Wei Ran, whose hands were covered with blood, was silent for a moment and said, "I will continue to rescue the wounded."

“Allah bless you”

The hot air balloon sent out a blessing in Arabic that Wei Ran could barely distinguish. Finally, he patted Wei Ran on the shoulder, turned around and climbed onto the bulldozer again.

Looking at each other at Edelweiss, Wei Ran walked to Ed's body, picked him up, and carried him into the shadow of the ambulance.

At the same time, Edelweiss and Rama also brought Ed's clothes from the cab to help him put them on.

Still without much communication, Wei Ran and Edelweiss turned around and walked towards the wounded who were being sent out one after another. One was conducting injury classification, one was conducting preliminary emergency treatment, and the other was once again taking on the role of translator, from time to time.

Yes, her immature but clear and powerful voice came out from the loudspeaker on the roof of the ambulance.

From daybreak until it got dark again, all the people who might still be alive in the collapsed building were finally rescued.

Of course, this is just speculation. They just dug out everything they could.

For areas that cannot be dug even with a single bulldozer, the only option is to give up or to use whatever is on hand to chip away at the extra-hard concrete bit by bit.

This is undoubtedly a job that requires patience and time, but the people buried underneath may not be able to wait. The survivors who have already cut off water, electricity, and food supplies, and are about to face massacre, probably cannot really complete this task.

Work.

But even so, the men, women, and children who spontaneously came from the surroundings to help did not give up. The bulldozer brought by the hot air balloon also did not turn off. Even Wei Ran and others did not leave from the beginning to the end.

At the edge of the ruins, Wei Ran waved the engineer shovel he took out from the metal book, shoveling away the broken bricks and tiles one by one, and with difficulty cleared out a small hole that could barely be drilled into.

Wearing wire cutters to clean out the surrounding steel bars, Wei Ran replaced the wire cutters with a flashlight like a multifunctional tool box.

However, when he directed the beam into this narrow hole, the first thing he saw was a child who was almost squeezed and deformed by the floor.

In her arms, she also held a stuffed doll that was also squeezed and deformed and filled with the blood of its little master.

Wei Ran sighed feebly, reached in with difficulty, helped the other person close his big, lifeless eyes, and then stood up unsteadily.

He knew that, at least in this direction, there would be no survivors.

"Is anyone alive?" a sewing machine not far away asked in a hoarse voice.

"No"

Wei Ran replied with the same hoarse voice, and at the same time, he wiped on a piece of concrete without leaving a trace, trying to wipe away the sticky and smelly blood on his hands.

"I don't have this direction either."

The sewing machine murmured to himself. After trying to lift a large piece of concrete to no avail, he sat down angrily and lit a cigarette tremblingly. "I dare to swear on my dad's barbecue restaurant that this is absolutely true."

It was not caused by unexploded bombs. What kind of unexploded bombs would suddenly explode at 4:30 in the morning!

Ha! Was that damn unexploded bomb awakened by urine?"

"Rama asked the people around him"

Wei Ran also stopped, walked a few steps towards the sewing machine, picked a piece of debris, sat down, lit a cigarette and replied, "People around said that there was indeed an unexploded bomb in this building, but it was

The fuse was removed months ago."

"If you remove the fuse, it won't explode even if it is burned with fire." The sewing machine said firmly.

"But it just exploded"

Wei Yan said in the swirling smoke, "The explosion occurred in a state where it was impossible to explode, and at a time when it was impossible to explode.

In particular, I asked Rama to ask for help, not to mention this building and this street, there are no believers of the Cross-Binding Play Cult."

"But why?"

The sewing machine murmured to himself, "Why are you doing this? There are just some civilians living here, what is the value of doing this?"

"I...I don't know"

Wei Ran rubbed the tattoo on the tiger's mouth of his left hand seemingly casually. How could he not know?

You can guess this situation right now.

If this "accident" was not an accident, then the only purpose of the explosion was not to create conflicts, but to create wounded people, or in other words, to create "survivors", survivors with hatred.

As long as you follow this train of thought and continue your analysis based on what will happen tomorrow, you can easily guess the intentions of the mastermind behind the scenes.

Creating wounded people seems to be to seize medical resources at this time, to consume medicines, consume the energy of medical workers, and even consume the lives of medical workers.

He could even guess that today, September 13, 1982, there must have been many "unexpected misfortunes" in Beirut, which had been cut off from water, food, and food supply.

But wait until tomorrow, wait until the 14th, wait until the 200 kilogram bomb explodes?

Maybe what happened here today is not only one of the alternative answers to "the reason for revenge", but also the "breeding ground for revenge".

So many "insignificant people" died here, the father who lost his child, the husband who lost his wife, or "he was the only one in the whole family who survived."

Among so many identities, just picking one out and packaging it a little is enough to take the blame for tomorrow's explosion.

To the people behind the scenes, an obedient Falangist is far less "well-behaved" than a Falangist who "died with the refugees."

A Fence-Nen controlled by the "obedient Falangists" is far less in line with expectations than continuing the civil war for ten years until Dui Zier has wiped out everyone on both sides and leaving only a "promised terra nullius".

As for the historical records of later generations, Wei Ran is more willing to believe Mr. Culp's meaningful speculation at this time - it is just a scapegoat after the conspiracy has come out.

Regardless of whether this accident was an accident or not, and no matter how dirty the purpose behind this accident that cost human lives, for those who are still busy at this moment, they just want to uncover all the unexplored things as soon as possible.

floor and rescue everyone who might still be alive.

As dusk approached, the busy hot air balloon called Wei Ran and others to the medical tent at the rear of the ambulance.

"Gentlemen"

The hot air balloon opened the backpack he brought as he spoke, "I found a way to leave here. Tomorrow at 5:30 pm, a boat will leave Beirut, and its destination is Limassol, Cyprus."

At this point, the hot air balloon has taken out several lunch boxes from his backpack, "This is the food I bought from that boat. You can eat it before it spoils."

"How do you know we haven't eaten?" Sewing Machine asked, having already picked up a lunch box, opened it, and handed it to the youngest Rama.

"I actually came here shortly after you arrived here, specifically to see you."

The hot air balloon pointed to the motorcycle placed beside the tent entrance, and while handing the second lunch box to Dalal, he continued to explain, "I also used the motorcycle to help you take a few wounded people to the hospital.

Later, I saw that the rescue efficiency here was too low, so I went to find my friends in the Falange and rented the bulldozer at a high price."

"Thanks for the bulldozer you got." Cradle handed the third lunch box to the disgraced Hanwad.

"I'm still late"

The hot air balloon continued to distribute the lunch boxes and said apologetically, "If the bulldozer could have come a few hours earlier, maybe..."

Maybe something, the hot air balloon didn't say it, but everyone knew the answer, especially Rama, who had just picked up the spoon, and tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes again.

But even so, the little translator still clutched the spoon in her hand and ate with big mouthfuls, as if... like she wanted to eat herself into an adult with one meal.
Chapter completed!