Wu Yazhi and the person in charge of the local refugee camp planned to inspect the No. 19 medical point after drinking and eating, saying that it was an inspection, but in fact they wanted to see the jokes of Ye Fan and the four of them, and mocked them with the strength of the wine, killing the spirit of this group of young people, and regaining some face. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was accompanied by Wang Zeng, a black man with a chubby body, who was the main leader of the area, Sam.

Seeing the skyrocketing fire, Sam quickly rolled down the window.

Singing wafted from the direction of the Nineteenth Gathering Area, the song of the steppe in which the Subises celebrated the holiday.

"Damn, hurry, hurry up! What are these poor guys doing!" Sam cursed viciously, urging the driver to speed up the throttle.

Wu Yazhi and Wang Zeng looked at each other in surprise and wondered, how could these refugees be in the mood to dance, sing, and engage in activities? It's just too strange!

I can't eat enough, I'm sick and sick, and I'm thinking about entertainment and carnival, these black people have cramps in their heads, right?

He didn't think about the reason at all, maybe subconsciously he didn't want to think about it.

The sedan rushed to the place where the bonfire was lit, and when it drove closer, several people in the car were even more surprised.

On the grassland in the dark night, brand-new camouflage tents prop up the orderly camp, thousands of people form several large circles, men, women and children, dancing around the campfire, singing tribal songs, in full swing, where does this look like a refugee camp?

Sam rushed out of the car with a big belly, and Wu Yazhi and Wang Zeng also followed with a briefcase full of suspicion.

Running to the front, the three of them were shocked by these carnival crowds, their faces were constantly changing, the old people and children sitting on the ground were eating and drinking, all smiling, and even a few patients on stretchers were holding their heads and smirking, the atmosphere of the scene was extremely warm, and people who didn't know the details thought that this was a celebration of African tribes.

A large pile of unopened boxes is still stacked in the clearing, containing canned food, water and clothing, estimated to weigh more than 100 tons.

"Who's bringing the food?" Sam yelled as he grabbed a child and glared angrily.

"Airplane...... The plane in the sky ......" The little boy threw off his arm and ran away, still holding a chocolate bar in his hand.

"Someone airdropped relief supplies? Why don't I know?" Sam's face became very ugly, it was already darker than the bottom of the pot, and now he could barely see the whites of his eyes, he reached out the phone and called the foreign affairs department loudly.

Wu Yazhi looked strange, he found that this refugee camp was full of happiness, compared to them, the refugees at the No. 1 gathering point were simply living in hell, but here was a heavenly scene.

"Captain, this ...... What the hell is going on? Is there a foreign medical team stationed there?" Wang Zeng was full of questions, and suddenly found the national flag and the red cross flag planted in front of the two tents next to the open space, and exclaimed: "Captain, look there. ”

"Where did they get the flags? and the tents?" Wu Yazhi's eyes became even more suspicious, he clearly remembered that Ye Fan and the four of them didn't even bring a package, this kind of place, one has no shops, and the other is very far away from the city, where did they find these equipment?

"Oh, isn't this Dr. Wu? Do you want to do a pot dance?"

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