This alley is much wider than the one I came from just now. If nothing else, if the technology is better, at least the ambulance can barely drive in.

Walking into this alley, the two-story building they rented is on the left, separated by a courtyard wall less than two meters high. On the right is the outer wall of another building. Fortunately, there are no windows on this outer wall.

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The better news was that although the end of the alley was tightly blocked by all kinds of debris, he found a manhole cover that was mostly covered by piles of broken bricks.

Maybe you can actually survive...

Wei Ran gently knocked on the old-looking manhole cover while muttering to himself. After hesitating for a moment, he did not rush to do anything. Instead, he got up and walked out of the alley, walked to the door of the house and gently

Knocked lightly on the courtyard door.

After a while, a man who looked to be in his thirties opened the door.

Wei Ran smiled politely at the other party, took out the set of keys given to him by the hot air balloon and shook them.

The moment he saw the bunch of keys, the initially wary man immediately became much more enthusiastic. While speaking in Arabic that Wei Ran couldn't understand, he let him in.

The yard is quite large. There is even a car with a slightly dry tire parked inside, and a swing set up on a metal frame.

At this time, a little boy who looked to be seven or eight years old was pushing a little girl who was maybe one or two years younger than him on the swing.

Not far from the swing, there was a woman operating a pressurized water well and busy fetching water from a large iron basin. Another basin next to it was filled with dirty clothes from adults and children.

From these details alone, we know that this family is not a refugee - even though they live in a refugee camp.

In fact, although this is a refugee camp, there are still many "non-refugees" living here.

Most of these non-refugees are workers from neighboring countries such as Iraq, Syria or Egypt.

Although it is already the seventh year of the civil war in Fernen, seven years ago, Lebanon was known as the "Switzerland of the Middle East".

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Even though the civil war has been going on intermittently for seven years, there is still money to be made here, especially working for the Near East Project. For many people at the bottom, it is still a good job that can guarantee harvests despite droughts and floods.

Of course, for these workers with low incomes, the low cost of living in refugee camps is an irresistible temptation and an inevitable choice for them.

In addition to these people at the bottom, there are naturally also people with better living conditions. Most of these people are surrounded by "settled households". In other words, they have been living here before there were refugee camps.

Later it became a refugee camp, and they started a refugee business.

In addition, there are also those who have become "sons-in-law of refugees" or "have families outside refugee camps" like hot air balloons.

Regardless of marrying out or marrying in, most of those who returned to the refugee camps were visiting relatives and friends, or, like Wei Ran and others at this time, simply lived in the refugee camps to escape the war.

There are even some humanitarians, journalists and even intelligence personnel such as Doctors Without Borders.

In short, although this place is definitely a mixed bag of three religions and nine streams, the only thing that is the same is that the vast majority of people here have the same religious beliefs.

Because of the language barrier, Wei Ran simply continued to think and let the enthusiastic man lead him along the express staircase on the side of the building to the second floor.

Instructing Wei Ran to use one of the keys to unlock the door on the second floor, the man also made gestures of eating and drinking.

Wei Ran smiled and waved his hand to reject the other party's kindness. After watching the landlord go downstairs, Wei Ran opened the wooden door and walked into the hall on the second floor.

The layout here is very Arabic, with beautiful but slightly old carpets, old but slightly messy furniture around it, and even a TV that has been gathering dust for a long time. These small details all imply that this was once a wealthy family.

s home.

After closing the wooden door behind him, Wei Ran did a rough inspection of the few rooms on this floor and successfully found the body bag hidden under one of the beds, as well as the weapons in the body bag.

Pulling most of the curtains facing the seven-story building facing the Kuwait Embassy, ​​Wei Ran looked around, pulled a chair over and placed it two meters away from the window, and then sat cross-legged on the carpet.

He took out the SVD sniper rifle, placed the muzzle on the back of the chair, and secretly observed the tallest building outside the gap in the curtains.

After a while, he changed rooms again and observed the direction of the entrance and exit of the refugee camp, as well as another slightly abrupt five-story building to the southwest.

After a while, he changed rooms again and observed the direction of the hospital.

Fortunately, because the height was barely enough, and because the distance was close enough, even without the help of a scope, he could clearly see the hot air balloon smoking against the front of the ambulance, as well as Rama and Han chasing around the car.

Ward and Dalal.

It was only at this moment and at this distance that the three little guys inadvertently showed their unique nature as children, instead of being busy little helpers in and outside the operating room with their feet on the ground.

Satisfied, Wei Ran rewrapped the gun and stuffed it into a body bag to hide it. Wei Ran climbed up to the roof again and pretended to casually observe the surrounding terrain. Then he hurried down before the sun set and said goodbye to the couple and the couple for the time being.

Full of curious children, they walked back through the narrow alley and returned to the hospital.

"Anything gained?" The hot air balloon seemed to be waiting for him in advance and asked straight to the point.

"The ambulance can be parked in that alley." Wei Ran paused and continued, "There is a manhole cover at the end of the alley."

"Mr. Dongfeng"

The hot air balloon looked directly at Wei Ran and asked seriously, "What are you worried about? No, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm not worried about anything, and I'm not afraid of anything." Wei Ran denied, "It's just necessary vigilance."

"I heard Rama say that you are from the Seabee Camp in the United States?" the hot air balloon paused and added, "A medic?"

"What's wrong?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"I've dealt with American soldiers"

The hot air balloon said to himself, "You are definitely not an American soldier. You don't have their strong and smelly arrogance and conceitedness. Then Vet or Mr. Dongfeng, what are you here for?"

"for what?"

Wei Ran smiled and said, "I am now Doctors Without Borders, codenamed Veterinarian. What do you think I am here for? Of course it is to carry out humanitarian relief."

"I will protect you, protect all of you." the hot air balloon said seriously.

"Mr. Dongfeng asked me to convey this"

Wei Ran shrugged seriously, "He said he would help you and help you protect everyone, everyone you want to protect."

"In this case"

A bright smile appeared on the hot air balloon's face, and he took the initiative to reach out to Wei Ran, "Thank you Mr. Dongfeng for me."

"certainly"
Chapter completed!