OBS Chapter 997: A Big Fire, Illuminating Reality
Chapter 997: A Big Fire, Illuminating Reality
At night, a jeep with a local license plate was speeding on the road.
Li Fei was driving with Deputy Commander Cai and Qin Feng towards the venue of yesterday's competition.
But before they got close, the three saw a large area of red in the distance, spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The slums were on fire, and the fire was very fierce.
The periphery is full of poor people who have escaped from inside.
Some were holding children, covered in dust, some elderly people were completely black, and some had their clothes and hair burned by the flames.
What's worse, the skin burned by the flames was sizzling with oil, and they fell to the ground, wailing in pain.
The most miserable ones are those who were trapped inside and failed to escape in time.
Qin Feng got out of the car and saw from afar many people howling in pain in the sea of fire, their bodies wrapped in flames and unable to find a way out.
“It’s hell on earth!”
When Li Fei saw this scene, his heart ached.
Although, this is not Yan Country, and those who suffered the disaster were not the local residents.
But in the face of disaster, human emotions are often shared. Moreover, many of them provided a series of help to Qin Feng and others in yesterday's game. This can also be considered a kind of fate.
Qin Feng immediately asked: "Did you call the fire department?"
A woman holding a child responded: "I called 20 minutes ago, and no one has come yet."
An old man dressed in black beside him cried and shook his head: "It's useless. Even if the fire truck came, it would be useless. Such a big fire can't be put out at all. The fire truck can't get in."
He looked at the spreading fire and said sadly: "My home is gone, my home is gone, everything is gone..."
Qin Feng and the other two saw this and wanted to help, but there was nothing they could do.
Deputy Commander Cai could only distribute some water and food in the car to the affected people.
But these things are just a drop in the bucket compared to the huge number of people affected by the disaster.
About five minutes later, two or three police cars slowly arrived, and the law enforcement officers who got out of the cars also looked neither hurried nor slow.
"Who called the police? Who called the police?"
"Sir, sir, put out the fire, put out the fire! Where's the fire truck? Why hasn't it arrived yet?"
"What are you shouting for? What are you shouting for? The fire truck has to be fully loaded with water before it leaves. What good will it do if it arrives empty?"
"Then, when will the fire truck arrive? This fire is almost burning this area!"
"Why rush? Once the water is full, it will come naturally."
Several law enforcers, holding up their belts, stood on a high place, looking at the burning red sky over there, with a faint smile on their faces.
To them, this place is a deep-rooted and stubborn stain, the city's garbage dump, and a stain on the entire peacock.
Although such slums exist in many cities, this one is too close to the local capital and has a huge impact on the national system.
To the extent that, many foreign video bloggers on the Internet like to shoot scenes of the slums after coming here, which leads to their image in the international community always being dirty and messy.
Now, it would be a good thing to burn down the slum, so that they don't have to worry about the filth and dirt in this place.
A few minutes later, two medium-sized fire trucks finally arrived and began to put out the fire.
But when it comes to extinguishing a fire, it is more about spraying water on the burned areas to prevent it from reigniting.
As for the area where the fire was spreading, the fire trucks could not pass through at all, and no local firefighters were willing to carry fire-fighting equipment and go in to put out the fire and save people.
The reason is simple. Most of those who are selected as firefighters are from the middle class of society and have received relatively good cultural education.
But this is a slum, the city's garbage dump, and the most criticized psoriasis in the local area.
All the people living there are untouchables who do menial jobs and are born inferior.
The old buildings in the slums are mostly made of waste materials such as cardboard, plastic, and tarpaulin, which are all the best combustible materials. Once they are ignited, the fire cannot be stopped at all.
By now, the fire had already engulfed most of the area.
On the other side, the people, upon discovering the fire, fled in panic, dragging their families with them.
Because the road was narrow and space was limited, many people fell to the ground while fleeing and were trampled to death by the people behind them.
Some even lost their children in the chaos, and could only wander around like headless flies...
At a small intersection on the outermost edge, the door of a truck's container was open, and several strong men were throwing a knocked-out child into the truck.
These children are all from the slums, and most of them are no older than five years old.
"Quick, quick, move fast!"
"Wait, how big is this thing you're holding?"
The leading man frowned at the ten-year-old girl in his men's arms and said, "Didn't I say only girls under five years old are allowed?"
The subordinate shook his head and grinned, his smile extremely obscene: "Boss, this is for me. Besides, if I didn't get it, she would have been burned to death. This can be considered as saving a life."
"Fuck, you're pretty good at making excuses for yourself, right?"
"hey-hey......"
The leading man didn't say anything, just kicked him and told him to throw the man into the cargo box quickly.
At this time, a thin man with extensive burns on his skin stumbled over.
"Give me back my daughter, give me back my daughter..."
"You bastards, you took my daughter..."
Faced with the desperate pleading of this weak man.
Several strong men swung sticks and beat him to death.
As he left, he spat on the ground, then started the car and drove away.
On the edge of the roof of a building on the right, there was a figure sitting. He just watched quietly as the truck full of children left, and then looked at the father who was beaten to death on the ground.
He turned his head again and looked at the slums that were constantly being engulfed by flames like a raging hell.
The firelight reflected in his eyes, making his face look both strange and profound.
After a while, Li Qianjun jumped down from the building, got on a motorcycle, and chased the car in front.
......
On the other side, Qin Feng and the other two had already returned to the hotel. When Li Jiasheng and others learned that the competition venue had turned into a sea of fire, their faces were filled with anger.
"Son of a bitch, it must have been those Cobra guys who did this!"
"They knew the locals had helped us, so they set the site on fire to put an end to it once and for all!"
"The local authorities have always wanted to eradicate the slum problem, but I didn't expect them to resort to such extreme methods. It's simply insane!"
"They can be so cruel to their own people, let alone outsiders? Our border forces can only be strengthened, not weakened. Who knows, one day these guys might get carried away and cross the line!"
However, out of humanitarianism, everyone expressed anger at the actions of local law enforcement officers.
But this is someone else's territory after all, and no matter how angry they are, they can't do anything.
In this strange country, all kinds of bizarre things happen.
A big fire illuminates the coldness of the world, poverty and suffering.
In comparison, the lives of ordinary people in China are really much better.
It was late at night, and everyone returned to their rooms with anger in their hearts. Qin Feng also returned to the room.
He closed the door and drew the curtains. He had already disposed of the eavesdropping pen on the table.
Lifting the covers, he discovered an M16, a Colt M45A1, a Jungle King, a set of black combat uniforms without any markings, and his most familiar white goat mask...