Chapter 633

Chapter 633: Parting Ways

“Allah, what is happening?”

It seemed as if the robbers had never existed; even the roar of the speedboat engines had disappeared.

Emre Alt?ntop gripped his beloved gun and stood up, bravely peeking outside, ready to pull his head back at any moment.

Floating on the river were no fewer than five bodies, bobbing up and down, with part of their gun slings dragging them underwater, occasionally twitching slightly.

On the speedboats and the papyrus boat, several robbers lay slumped over the sides as if they were asleep, and soon the river fell silent.

A large swath of bright red spread in the water; a mischievous child had spilled red ink into the Euphrates River.

Is this it? Are they all dead?

Emre Alt?ntop’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stammered, pointing at the river, “Look, look! Allah has shown his power—they’re all dead!”

His shout drew the attention of the crew and passengers, who also dared to peek.

“Allah Harkba (God is great)!”

“Allah Harkba (God is great)!”

Those hiding from the robbers’ bullets cheered, their joy at surviving melding together. Some recited the Quran loudly with their eyes closed, while others cried tears of joy.

Emre Alt?ntop looked at the stairs leading down to the lower deck and didn’t speak for a long time. Afterward, he pulled out the magazine to count the remaining bullets. Reflecting on the bodies of the robbers in the water, he was stunned again; one bullet for each robber—every shot hit its target—it was truly like a marksman.

Back in the cabin, Lin Mo was surprised to see the university student Luo Yang tending to the gunshot wound on the leg of the injured Turkish man, a bloodied bullet casing lying in the corner.

Lin Mo was astonished to see Luo Yang deftly stitching and applying medicine; it appeared he had a true talent for surgery.

Beside him lay a first-aid kit with a scalpel, various medicines, and bandages. Coupled with the large backpack nearby, it seemed this guy came fully prepared, even in such a distant place.

Was he expecting a protracted battle?

The passenger ship roared to life again, its engine thundering across the river, moving faster than before.

The entire ship’s crew and passengers were already terrified and wanted to leave this dangerous place without delay.

The Turkish man who had been shot, sharing a cabin with Lin Mo and Luo Yang, had survived; the bullet hadn’t hit an artery, or else Luo Yang would have been helpless.

Possessing medicines and medical tools to extract the bullets and bandage wounds, Luo Yang became the most sought-after person on the ship. Where there was need, there was opportunity, and many injured people appeared after the robbers’ attack.

This kept Luo Yang extremely busy; he quickly exhausted half of the supplies he carried with him.

Lin Mo frowned.

There were simple, albeit painful, yet highly effective methods available. It was unnecessary to waste these medicines, which were of little value back home but extremely expensive here, on people who were unrelated to him.

Being a good person was fine, but he didn’t need to be a doormat. In a war zone, medicine was worth its weight in gold; wasting medicines was tantamount to wasting one’s own life.

Good intentions often brought rewards; the passengers, grateful to Luo Yang, pulled out their food and valuable items, moving this Chinese university student to tears.

Previously, there had been a language barrier, and as a foreign guest, along with differing religious beliefs, there was a natural divide between them.

However, after Luo Yang willingly participated in the rescue, that divide disappeared amidst the heartfelt thanks.

Whether in Turkey or Syria, doctors were always the most welcomed people.

Even if Luo Yang was merely a novice who had rushed through some basic learning, and could easily find such knowledge online, his bravery and the sheer amount of medication he used had indeed saved several lives.

Lin Mo stood by, doing nothing at all.

Although it was a significant waste, Luo Yang’s approach was much better than using the gunpowder from the bullet casings to burn the flesh and force the wounds to heal.

The modern weapon’s gunpowder was far more dangerous than the old-fashioned kind; if it entered the bloodstream, it could lead to death because most gunpowder was toxic.

Arms dealers were focused on killing; they would never think of using gunpowder from bullets to save lives. The yellowish bullets were not filled with Yunnan Baiyao for healing.

In times like this, even using a stapler would be better than pouring gunpowder on a wound.

One aimed to kill, while the other sought to save, ultimately letting everyone on the ship escape a calamity.

Lin Mo’s feelings were filled with awe, while the passengers were grateful to Luo Yang, not daring to underestimate these two Chinese men.

The passenger ship dropped off the dead and injured at the next stop, and local military personnel and police detained the vessel for inspection, taking statements from everyone.

However, Lin Mo, who had shot each robber dead, was not held up; he was only asked a few questions.

On one hand, the identity of the Chinese man made the Turkish authorities hesitate to act rashly; on the other hand, they feared Lin Mo’s abilities—he clearly was no ordinary civilian. Angering him could lead to a river of blood; laws only applied to civilians, and for those who could represent power, they were virtually nonexistent.

The greedy ship owner of the “White Wine” passenger ship, for reasons unknown, refunded everyone’s fare, which led to cheers from the passengers. Compensation for the dead and injured was the government’s responsibility; if such a wretched ship owner had to pay out of his own pocket, he might as well grab a gun and end it all—after all, he couldn’t sell the ship above its life expectancy for much.

This was the only passenger ship on this route. Although the ferry had lost its means of transportation along the waterway, Lin Mo and Luo Yang got off at a place very close to Syria; they only needed to drive a few dozen kilometers to reach the border.

They found a caravan along the way and hitched a ride towards the Turkish-Syrian border.

The border between Turkey and Syria was completely open, and the soldiers at the checkpoints had no resistance to bribery.

Luo Yang used his artifact, the medicated oil, to pave their way, smoothly entering Syria.

“Morin, I need to find the Freedom Army; come with me,” Luo Yang invited Lin Mo, knowing that this press card holder called Morin was a highly capable individual, despite his few words.

If there hadn’t been a language barrier, he surely would have learned from the crew and passengers that Lin Mo single-handedly took out all the robbers.

This was not a skill typical of a reporter; it was clear he was a soldier, and a very skilled one at that.

Lin Mo only spent a brief time on the deck, which didn’t arouse any suspicions in Luo Yang. It was as if he just breathed in a bit of fresh air and calmly returned to the cabin. Little did Luo Yang know that Lin Mo had completed a massacre in just moments.

However, fellow countrymen look out for each other; Luo Yang naturally hoped to bring Lin Mo over to the Freedom Army for mutual support in the future.

“No, I still want to interview the government army! I suggest you hurry back home; bullets don’t choose who to hit. If anything happens to you, your family…”

Lin Mo shook his head, rejecting Luo Yang’s invitation, opting to draw lots for the government army.

He had already notified his superiors to send someone to bring this reckless kid back home, hoping he wouldn’t lose his life on the battlefield.

“Having come this far, how could I leave empty-handed? I will definitely protect myself. The Freedom Army won’t send untrained civilians to the battlefield. I will learn how to protect myself, and you must be careful too!”

Luo Yang smiled brightly, showing no sign of anxiety about soon facing the hail of gunfire, only excitement.

“Take care of yourself!”

Lin Mo offered no further advice, knowing that participants in “Abyss Nirvana” wouldn’t have ground attack missions. Otherwise, the ace pilots from all over the world would obliterate a nation in no time, and Lin Mo would not have any chance of mistakenly killing Luo Yang in battle.

The gold giant dragon watch indicated that the X-1 cargo had arrived in Damascus, Syria’s capital. Lin Mo and Luo Yang were currently in a region controlled by the Syrian Freedom Army.

The Syrian Freedom Army warmly welcomed a university student from another country, particularly Chinese individuals, often sending them to a new recruit training camp along with other inexperienced civilians for military training.

If they passed the training, they would be incorporated into the various branches of the Freedom Army, heading to the battlefield to fight against the government army, contributing their blood and lives to the cause of liberation.

In the Freedom Army, Luo Yang was not the only foreigner; in fact, some nations and organizations sent war supplies for political or economic interests while also organizing military volunteers to participate in the Syrian civil war.

Many of these volunteers had military backgrounds, much like when China sent military personnel as volunteers during the wars in Pakistan and India. However, clean-cut civilians like Luo Yang were very rare, often fueled only by a desire for the thrill of experiencing war.

The two parted ways in the small town of Manbij, with Lin Mo taking the vehicle provided by the Freedom Army southward, entering the fiercely contested northern city of Aleppo near an air force base.

Though that government army air force base had just been captured by the Syrian opposition, it served as one of the bases for the opposition in the “Abyss Nirvana” event.

This did not affect Lin Mo’s ability to board the aircraft arranged by the organizers of “Abyss Nirvana” to Damascus to retrieve his combat aircraft.

In fact, if one was willing to pay, they could battle using the Syrian Air Force’s fighter jets, but very few pilots would go for that; usually, they would bring their own fighters.

Lin Mo’s DSLR camera and press card served as his talisman, sparing him from many troubles, as the Freedom Army personnel did not suspect this Chinese man was a temporary henchman for their enemy.