Aztec Republic, Mockreci City.

Mokreci, located in the northern part of the Aztec Republic, is one of the top five cities in the Aztec Republic and the largest city in the northern part of the Aztec Republic, with a permanent population of about five million.

It is an important industrial and commercial, international trade, entertainment and sports center of the Aztec Republic. It is also one of the main production bases of the Aztec Republic's petrochemical, marine and electronic industries.

Since the outbreak of the civil war, the entire northern region has been ruled by warlords. The security situation in Mockrech has deteriorated. Robberies, thefts, and active terrorists have led to the exodus of people from Anchorage, the suspension of factories, the grounding of international flights, and the deterioration of the economy.

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Not only that, because of the civil war, a large number of refugees from war zones fled into Mokrechi, burning, killing, and looting, which made the security in the city even weaker.

Soon after, the northern warlord General Kody Kenyatta led his army to Mokerechi, making it the headquarters of Kenyatta's army.

The mayor stepped down and the military took over.

But even with a large number of troops guarding the city, the security situation in Mockrechi has not improved at all, and has even worsened.

Therefore, General Kenyatta ordered the army to strictly guard the passage and prohibit refugees from entering the city.

Therefore, a large number of refugees from the war zone gathered on the outskirts of Anchorage, forming a slum on the outskirts of the city.

But as the war continued, more and more refugees gathered over time.

In order to prevent these refugees from rioting, General Kenyatta ordered that starting from this month, special vehicles will be sent to deliver food and water to the refugees in the refugee camps every month to meet their daily needs.

For example, right now, three civilian trucks carrying a large amount of food are "honking" all the way towards the refugee camp.

"Chichi..."

The sound of tires scraping against the gravel resounded in the open wasteland. A child who was sitting in front of his simple wooden house raised his head and opened his mouth when he saw the three trucks filled with white bags.

"The food is here~!"

A childish voice echoed over the refugee camp, and the doors of the simple wooden houses opened.

Soon, a large number of refugees ran out of the refugee camp, including men and women, old and young, with yellow faces and thin bodies.

They couldn't help but rushed straight towards the truck. Many of them were holding sticks. When they came to the truck, they poked a hole in their pockets with the sticks in their hands. Rice grains exuding the fragrance of wheat were like a trickling river flowing from the holes.

outflow.

"stop!"

"Back off!"

More than a dozen soldiers transporting food jumped from the truck and spread around the truck to block the rioting refugee group. However, the refugees were so numerous that they could stop one or two, but not ten or hundreds.

Many refugees even pointed sticks at them and waved them wantonly to drive them out.

"Quack, quack... look at these people, they look like animals."

In a jeep not far away, a strong man in military uniform looked at the refugees who were fighting for food and grinned.

The soldiers around him glanced at him secretly and did not dare to say anything.

A beret, a camouflage field uniform, a cigar in his mouth, and a walkie-talkie in his hand.

He is the current owner of this city, General Kenyatta Cody.

"You've seen enough, let's shoot."

After a while, Kenyatta seemed tired of watching and ordered into the intercom.

In an armored vehicle outside the refugee camp, a soldier nodded slightly, pointed his machine gun at the refugees fighting for food, and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da da da..."

Bullets were flying freely among the refugees. For a moment, the scene was filled with flesh and blood and screams.

A large number of refugees screamed and dispersed in all directions. Except for a few relatives of the deceased, they lay on the corpses and cried bitterly, wailing all over the field.

A soldier climbed onto the truck, raised his bullhorn to his mouth, and shouted:

"These grains belong to General Kenyatta Cody. No one is allowed to take away even one grain of grain before the general gives the order!"

"If you want food, just line up for me and wait for the general's orders!"

After killing the chickens to scare the monkeys, the refugees no longer scrambled for food. Instead, under the organization of the soldiers, they formed a line and waited for the soldiers to distribute food.

"These untouchables, if you don't give them some color, they don't know what order is."

With a casual curse, General Kenyatta opened the car door, jumped out, put the walkie-talkie in his breast pocket, and walked towards the refugee camp under the escort of a large number of heavily armed soldiers.

"Buzz buzz..."

At this time, a small Falcon drone was aimed at and locked on General Kenyatta at an altitude of 100 meters above his head, transmitting his photo to the headquarters database for identity comparison.

"Tick...Target confirmed, Northern Command of the Aztec Republic, Army General Kenyatta Cody."

"The beheading mission has started."

In the surveillance screen of the Little Falcon drone, the red frame on General Kenyatta Cody flashed, the screen cut back, and the height of the video continued to rise until it reached a height of one hundred meters.

With a "click" sound, a Sparrow small integrated missile popped out.

At this time, in the refugee camp, the surviving refugees were queuing up to receive supplies, which were distributed based on their identity documents. Each person had a bag of food and a bucket of water.

A family with a large number of people will receive more supplies, while a family with a small number of people will naturally receive less.

"Kid, this is yours."

A soldier threw a bag of grain in front of a ten-year-old boy with a bang, grinning provocatively: "Can you resist? Let your father do it."

"My father... is dead." The boy with a dirty face turned to look at the pile of corpses over there. At this time, many soldiers were dragging the corpses of the refugees and piled them together, preparing to burn them collectively.

When the soldier heard this, he glanced helplessly at the corner of his mouth and continued to distribute the supplies.

The young man struggled to drag the supplies distributed to him, but he only dragged a few centimeters away before he realized that he couldn't use his strength. His hands slipped and he fell to the ground.

And at the moment when he fell, he looked up and saw the flash of white light in the sky.

"blow!"

A chilling whistling sound sounded from the sky above everyone's heads. General Kenyatta and his soldiers were extremely familiar with this sound, and they couldn't help but look up to the sky above them.

A missile with brilliant tail flames fell from the sky at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.

"shit!"

General Kenyatta only had time to curse, and the missile landed accurately on the ground in front of him. Before he could feel fear, a blinding white light erupted for a moment.

"Boom~!!!"

With a loud noise, strong flames erupted, swallowing up hundreds of refugees and soldiers around them. The violent shock wave spread in all directions. Wherever it passed, refugees vomited blood and fell one after another.
Chapter completed!