48 Refugees (2/2)

This guy was comparable to how Sun Jiao eats. A smile appeared on Jiang Chen’s face.

”Thank you…” The person replied in English. The person then seemed to have realized that the box was empty before a guilty expression surfaced and they lowered their head. ”Sorry…”

”Don’t worry, I still have lots,” Jiang Chen said with a friendly smile, ”Can I know your name?”

”Ayesha, seventeen years old.”

She was a girl. He was wondering why the voice was so light. Maybe because she was not an adult yet, and she didn’t wear the headscarf like all the other women in the truck.

”My name is Jiang Chen, I come from Hua. Where are your parents?”

”They got killed by the IS… all because my mom rejected those devils' demand.” Ayesha’s voice was calm and emotionless, without much sorrow on her face. It made Jiang Chen speechless, as he didn’t expect such a depressing topic.

”Sorry,” Jiang Chen gently said, but he received a peculiar look.

”What happened?” Jiang Chen asked confusedly. He was not sure if he said something he shouldn’t’ have since he only knew the peaceful way of life.

”Nothing. I just didn’t expect someone to say sorry to me.” Ayesha turned her head.

”Do you have any plans once you get to Turkey?” Jiang Chen forced a smile as he decided to talk about something lighter.

Perhaps once she started her new life, she would be slightly happier.

”No plan, head to refugee camp and receive humanitarian aid… and see if there is a Saudi or Turkish man that’s willing to buy me. I am still a virgin, if I dress up, it shouldn’t be a problem.” The girl’s voice was calm, with an awareness and apathy unfitting for her age.

[Okay… looks like any topic will become depressing.]

Jiang Chen chose to shut up.

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The truck would still stop overnight due to possible dangers. The driver also needed to rest.

At this time the refugees would choose to go the washroom and stand outside for a bit of the light breeze. Jiang Chen got out of the truck and went to the washroom. He also lavishly took out some paper to whip.

Once the car stopped, Robert came and chatted with the two of them for a while. He still went back to the passenger seat when he slept. Robert said that he slipped the driver a Franklin bill and the driver immediately became more welcoming.

At night, Jiang Chen felt hungry again.

He had too many Oreos, so Jiang Chen took out another kind of strawberry cookies and began to chew on them.

He heard a faint gulping sound beside him and thought about it briefly before he smiled and gave half of the cookies to the girl.

”Try it, it’s from my hometown.”

The girl didn’t respond. Instead, she started to devour the food. Jiang Chen looked at her and didn’t say anything.

Since he was full, it was time to sleep. Jiang Chen leaned against the truck as he drifted into sleep. Although snores could be heard all over the truck, tiredness was the best sleeping pill.

As to Nick, this guy always fell asleep instantaneously, he also wakes up at random intervals. The thunderous snoring already started to ring.

Except what Jiang Chen didn’t notice was a pair of eyes that examined him.

Ayesha licked the cookie crumbs off of her fingers as she looked at the side of Jiang Chen’s face. Her eyes were filled with confusion.

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The next morning, Jiang Chen woke up on the bumpy ride.

”We are almost there.” Nick noticed Jiang Chen waking up and looked at the phone screen. ”GPS shows that we are only 40 kilometers away from Tikrit.”

The roaring engine noise filled his ear as the vibration of the engine almost made Jiang Chen lose the feeling in his back. He wiped his face with his hand as dust filled his palm. He was slightly shocked before he quickly realized.

This is definitely not a place to stay.

”That’s good, I can’t wait to take a hot shower… and then sleep.” Jiang Chen stretched as he forced a smile.

The battery in his phone was almost drained. To prepare for the unexpected, he decided to shut it down.

”I have a bad feeling.” Nick frowned as he touched his black backpack. His M27 was in it.

”I hope you are wrong.”

”Hopefully.” Nick closed his phone as his phone was about to die as well.

Ayesha raised her head to look at the two foreigners before putting her chin between her arms and closing her eyes.

[Looks like we won’t get to Turkey.]

Being born among the chaos, she was too familiar with this smell.

The smell of death.