Containment Control Starts With the Umbrella

"Sa-Sa-" The breeze flows.

"Hum~Yeah~hmm~"

Myron in the driver's seat, leaning on the door frame of the lower window with his left elbow, holding the steering wheel with his right hand, hummed a little tune and drove the car.

Carl in the back seat twisted his hands and put his hands on the armrests of the car door, looking out the window curiously.

She could see the wild field not far away, and many small animals unique to Africa would appear from time to time, and she couldn't help but "wow~".

After all, they are just children...

Well, just a kid who knows how to kill fast, control all kinds of vehicles, and is proficient in fighting.

On the other hand, John, who was sitting in the co-pilot, maintained a rigorous attitude.

Carefully check the Dadaab floor plan spread out on his legs, marking the safe house they are going to.

The intelligence agency of the Kenyan base is quite powerful. They sensed some crises a month ago and purchased a large number of safe houses in Dadaab in advance.

Likewise, Dadabne still hides several black agents who speak Swahili.

The target location of the three of John is a safe house located 100 meters west of the Mahmud Manor, and there will be agents to respond.

Then there is familiarity with the terrain and waiting.

At 00:00, launched a surprise attack with the remaining four groups of Spartans, killing Grad Mahmoud in one fell swoop.

Although the battle plan is relatively hasty, given the vigilance of Mahmoud's troops and the extremely backward intelligence network, there is a sufficient success rate.

.

"Humph~ Eh?"

Myron, who was paying attention to the road, seemed bored, glanced behind him, and said with a smile:

"John, Carl, if we really don't have time to evacuate, will Mom stop the A-10's air strike?"

"Number three."

John put away the map and put it in his trousers pocket, looked at the front window and said coldly, "You are not allowed to call your real name in private, you can only call your number."

"Okay, stop pretending to be cool, ah."

Myron retracted his left hand to hold the steering wheel firmly, freeing his right hand to tap John's left shoulder.

"Yeah John." Karl hugged the headrest of the passenger seat, leaned out, and smiled softly:

"Mom also supports us in naming names. As long as we carry the major and the instructor behind our backs, it's fine not to be discovered."

"."

John closed his eyes and was silent for a few seconds.

Opening his eyes again, he answered Myron's question and said, "If my inference is correct, the air strike the major said should be false."

"what?"

Myron opened his left eye wide, and said with puzzlement, "What is the major doing for this?"

"Think with your enhanced brain." John explained quietly:

"The boss once said that humanity's last line of defense is us.

And not to mention the careful instruction given to us by the major and the instructor, the medicine injected every day may not be able to be measured by money.

So, how could the major be actually bombing? "

"Yeah..." Myron nodded vaguely.

"Look!"

At this time, Carl pointed to the front of the car and said excitedly: "The front is the suburb of Dadaab."

Following her words, she focused her eyes on the outside of the car.

I saw the 'scenery' in those photos, appearing alive in front of them.

There are naked refugees everywhere.

A woman slumped on the ground with her dead child in her arms, staring blankly at the sky.

There were no tears, no sadness, as if I had long been used to it.

Some younger boys, with sickly bulging stomachs, bit their fingers and looked at the cars passing by on the road.

There were also several adult men walking behind the thorny grass while pulling a young woman who was strongly resisting.

What refreshes the world view of the little Spartans even more is...

In the alleys composed of tents, there are warlord militiamen armed with Soviet-style rifles and wearing messy military uniforms.

These militiamen escorted the unresisting refugees to a dug sand pit, after which...

"Clap clap clap!"

The harsh sound of gunfire continued throughout the suburbs.

Those militiamen ignored the vehicles coming and going, and only focused on killing, repeating the killing mechanically.

die.

Shrouded in this continent abandoned by God.

.

"God... ugh..."

Carl sat back in the back seat, covering his mouth with his hands, without the excitement he had expected to perform.

At this moment, she was terrified, her abdomen kept rolling, trying her best to hold back the thought of vomiting.

Myron steadied the steering wheel with both hands and kept shaking his head.

Questioned to John: "John, the boss asked us to protect human beings, but...

But even without those abnormal phenomena, human beings are killing each other endlessly. Is human beings worth saving?

Look at this place, it's a hell on earth. "

"."

John's cold face also changed slightly.

He was obviously shocked by the sight in front of him.

but…

"unusual phenomenon?"

But Myron's exclamation just now reminded him.

John thought that what was happening in front of him was too abnormal.

Even if the militias had guns, refugees from farther distances were able to escape.

But the refugees seemed to be indifferent, what to do, and waited to be shot after being caught by the militia.

unusual phenomenon…

John felt more and more wrong.

He carefully observed all the buildings, people, vehicles outside the car.

Nothing suspicious.

The only thing worth noting is that there are numerous towers with four loudspeakers (horns) erected in Dadab.

Repeatedly playing:

"Kifo, unaweza kujikwamua ya maumivu, wala kupinga mauaji, unaokoa yao."

heard.

John frowned slightly and said to Myron, "Number three, do you remember what the official language of Kenya is?"

"Ah? Hmm..." Myron was stunned, then tried to recall Halsey's teaching.

Said, "I remember Swahili, only a few tribal elders speak English."

"That's right." John looked around the people in the car and said solemnly:

"Stay vigilant and don't forget that the intelligence personnel at the base said that the reason why the Mahmoud warlord came to Kenya is unknown."

"Yes." (x2)

Myron and Karl nodded in agreement.

The car has been driving into Dadaab for some time, and it has also allowed them to gradually adapt to everything that is happening outside.

Because the militia did not block, the disguise made by Sparta before was useless.

But it's a good thing and saves a lot of trouble.

Entering the vicinity of the city center, Myron followed John's guidance and came to the safe house where they needed to be on standby.

"Bang dang- bang dang-"

The car stopped in the alley, and the three Spartans got off the car one by one and walked out of the alley to observe the surroundings.

Dirt roads, brick houses, and vegetation are almost the same as the city in Black Hawk Down.

Immediately afterwards, the three came to a small brick house on the second floor and walked to the second floor through the external stairs.

"Dang-dang-dangdang." Myron knocked on the door with a rhythmic signal.

But after waiting for a few seconds, the corresponding agent did not come to open the door.

Even those with excellent hearing can vaguely hear the whispers coming from the room:

"Kill...kill? Wait, I'm...number...no, I'm...I should kill..."