Rebel Demon King

Chapter 1017 Broken World (1)

[I used to attribute the sinking and tearing of the Middle East to the "Saudi Spring" that started in 2011.However, after the dictator was hanged and the regime changed, the world in the Middle East did not get better. A ridiculous paradox unfolded before my eyes, and I was puzzled by it.

Now, when I go deep into this region, I realize that the reason may come from the earlier World War I, when the British Empire and the French Empire used the "Sykes-Picot Agreement" to delineate the territory of the modern Middle East. (During World War I, the secret agreement between Britain and France to carve up the Asian part of the Ottoman Empire.)
These "artificially constructed" Arab countries lack the most fundamental national identity, and the intricate internal tribes, clans, and sects are contradictory, which creates a lot of centrifugal force in each country.

For example, Yi Lak, Syria, and Libya are all listed here.

While the Anglo-Saxon powers trying to dominate the world were busy fighting among themselves, domestic contradictions were maintained by strong rulers.When an empire finally rises to the top of the pyramid, the tragedy begins.

After the fall of the Soviet Union, the light of the lighthouse focused on the oil-rich Middle East.For Lighthouse, oil is a necessary tool for them to maintain their financial hegemony. In order to achieve the goal of long-term control of the Middle East, they must make this land permanently divided and hostile.

So in a great war, the line drawn by the previous generation became a spark that ignited.

Hypocritical Anglo-Saxons are well versed in such things.

In 1992, with the support of Lighthouse, the Kurdish Autonomous Region in the northern part of Yilaq was established. This was the beginning of Lighthouse's splitting of Yilaq and the beginning of the fragmentation of the Middle East world.

This is the critical time node, much earlier than the "Saudi Spring".

Later, it was the Yi Lak War in 2003. As a result, the process of disintegration of the Middle East world was out of control.The lighthouse waved the gun of freedom and the stick of democracy snatched from the Soviet Union, knocking down one political strongman after another in the Middle East, so the centrifugal force of tribes and sects accelerated, and the painful war intensified the anger of the Middle East against the West, extreme religion Organizations start like wildfire.

They look crazy, aggressive, and fearless of death.

sparked outrage all over the world.

but,

For young people with no future to speak of, there is no choice but to take up arms and die.

They have no choice.

No.

When such emotions continued to pile up, the fire of Tunisian peddlers in 2011 finally burned all over the Middle East world.

This world is fragmented, and what we see is only a small piece in our own eyes.

In South America, people produce drugs, and the underworld coerces the people at the bottom to fight against the warlords and the government. They supply the upper world with a little bit of Weibo drugs, and live a dreamy life; in Asia, people produce cheap shoes, toys, Furniture, assembled with electronic products, to meet the needs of the upper world; in Europe, some places become wombs, some degenerate into tourist attractions.

As for the Middle East, there is an invisible wall with this world, and people outside the wall seem to see flowers in a fog.The portraits of people living in this land are stripped of storytelling white dots or symbols and ignored.

Therefore, only people mourn "9", and no one cares about the countless "11" incidents in the Middle East every day.

Against the background of the Lighthouse Age, the people living in this most fertile land are white spots, unworthy of stories.

Oil is a fortune and a curse.

A hundred years ago, a butterfly thrown by the empire at will triggered a bloody storm in the Middle East that lasted for decades.

Millions of people died and nearly [-] million were displaced.

However, all this fell on the head of the empire, and there was only one plane. ——Cheng Mo]

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Latakia is the fifth largest city in Syria and the largest port in Syria. During the war, it was a strategic location for various forces to compete for. Numerous battles broke out. After the great powers signed the armistice agreement, it was Ennoth took control and restored some order slightly.

At least the condition of the port is not bad, those rusty fixed cranes are still in operation, dilapidated trucks are also coming in and out in an orderly manner, and those ant-like workers are shuttling naked among them.

It's just that not only the Syrian flag is hung on the port, but also the Ennos flag, and the import and export are actually controlled by the Ennos army.

Even though he and Athena had put on human skin masks, their identities as white men were still very conspicuous, and they would definitely attract interrogation from the Ennoth army, which was quite a problem.

After observing the surrounding situation, the port was completely undefended, so Cheng Mo gave up entering the port through regular channels, asked Captain Homero for four pistols and some bullets, then went down the sea with Athena from the gangway, and swam to the shore side.

After going ashore, Cheng Mo found a hidden place, changed clothes with Athena, and climbed from the rocky beach to the coastal road.Logically speaking, the coastal road always makes people feel that the scenery is pleasant and suitable for self-driving, but in fact this road is just a two-lane asphalt road with potholes. There is no refreshing landscape, one side is full of yellow weeds, and the sea on the other side is gray on a sunny day. It is really hard to feel better when looking at the past.

Cheng Mo looked left and right for a while, the left side is the direction of the harbor, and the right side is the direction of the town.Looking as far as the eye can see, on the left you can still see strands of black exhaust from dilapidated trucks.

And to the right, not a single car, not a single person, let alone a taxi.

Even if Cheng Mo was prepared, he never thought that the situation would be so bad.But right now there is no other way but to go to the city of Latakia first and find a way to Damascus.

It was obvious that the town could be reached along this road, so Cheng Mo turned to Athena who was standing behind him and said, "It seems that we can only walk through it."

Athena didn't answer a word, just looked at him blankly.In fact, when Cheng Mo came out of the room and talked to her, she didn't respond, but she would do what he said,
Cheng Mo sighed in his heart, he didn't know when he would understand the meaning of "responsibility", maybe it was the changes Xie Minyun brought to him, maybe it was because he really respected and liked Athena from the bottom of his heart.So he planned to hold on to that little bottom line.

Seeing that Athena was waiting for him to leave first, Cheng Mo felt that this was not the solution, at least the two of them should be able to communicate normally.So he whispered: "I'm really sorry for wanting to take advantage of you. At that time, I heard that my wife's death was related to Napoleon VII, so I couldn't care less about it for a while."

This was the first time he tried to reconcile with Athena since he fainted from fever and exhaustion, but Athena still stared at him wordlessly, without opening her mouth.He didn't know if Athena was collecting his own brainwaves, but he didn't dare to shrink back. He looked at Athena sincerely and without distraction, trying not to think about anything, so that she wouldn't be able to pry into the truth in his heart. idea.

For the first time, Cheng Mo felt that lying was such a difficult thing. He clearly knew what the other party cared about and what he wanted to hear, but he had to be insincere.

"Want to use me?"

Seeing Athena speak, Cheng Mo realized that Athena didn't really want to be angry with him, so he ignored him.Judging from her tone, it seemed more like she planned to deal with the relationship between the two indifferently, and not talk to him if it was not necessary.Originally, Cheng Mo should have expected such a result, but he felt unspeakably disappointed.He forced a self-deprecating smile, "At that time, I wanted to use you to make Napoleon VII angry on purpose. As long as people get angry, they will show their flaws, and he can't guess that I can obtain energy with my body. As long as you are willing to help me, I must have a chance to kill him."

"There's nothing to apologize for. Partners are meant to take advantage of each other." Athena said indifferently.

Cheng Mo felt a little sour in his heart, but on the surface he said nonchalantly: "No, I don't think it should be like this between partners, so I apologize to you, not to mention that I have no value for you to use."

"Hydera's clumsy sea dragon is of no use, it's just enough to pass the boredom once in a while."

"You killed that sea dragon because" Cheng Mo paused, said "forget it" and turned to walk forward. He knew that Athena killed the sea dragon named "Hydra" not because It didn't bite itself to death, but because she couldn't take it away and didn't want to leave it.

Athena didn't ask any more questions, and followed Cheng Mo silently.

The road was surprisingly quiet, only the sea breeze and their footsteps.Although it was only early spring, the noon sun was very bright. There were no green plants along the road, only withered and yellow weeds.There are no traces of human activities, only some abandoned outdoor projects and dilapidated houses lurking in the weeds in the distance.When approaching the city, apart from some cars that had been burned to the bone, Cheng Mo also saw a half-rotten carcass of a camel, with huge flies feasting on it.

The sand-yellow land and the silent and desolate city ruins not far away form a wasteland scene after the fall of civilization.

Looking back at this moment, the vitality in the port seems to be a false appearance.In fact, the wounds inflicted by the war on the city are far from healed.

Cheng Mo looked down at Athena's shadow, she didn't wear fat clothes that could change her figure, and the sunlight painted her body line very winding.He recalled the scattered lines she drew on the chair, and at this moment, he tasted a simple and vague meaning, like a three-line poem.

This made Cheng Mo feel that if he could survive with Athena in the doomsday, it would not be an unacceptable thing.

There are more and more houses at the edge of the city. The city is built along the sea. Walking along the asphalt road, buildings gradually rise by the sea, and there are more sidewalks on the side of the road.It may be because of the sparse population, the feeling of suffocation and fear has not improved. When you look at it from a distance, Latakia still looks like a city, but it is even worse when you walk in. It is devastated and there is no building. The buildings are intact. Some buildings have bullet holes all over their walls; Saw glass, windows were either empty or covered with plastic bags.

The whole city was filled with the earthy gray of ruins, and a sense of despair enveloped the city.

Cheng Mo stopped and looked forward. There should have been many shops on the side of the road, but now only one or two are open. The shops are dark and the lights are not turned on.Cheng Mo saw at the door of a shop, a shopkeeper with a blank face was sitting idly on a deck chair basking in the sun.After hesitating for a moment, he still walked over and greeted the other party in Saudi language.

Lying on the mottled wooden chair is an old man. His skin is as old as a zombie, his hair is gray, and the wrinkles on his face are as deep as a knife. The right hand holding the chair handle has two broken fingers. A sense of lifelessness.Facing Cheng Mo's deliberate enthusiasm, he didn't react, just rolled his eyes, and stared coldly at Cheng Mo who blocked his sunlight.

Cheng Mo didn't know whether the reason for the other party's ignorance was his own accent, or the difference between the official language of Syria and Saudi Arabia was too great.In short, at this moment, his ability to read expressions was completely disabled, as if facing a dead person.He thought he should buy something, maybe the other party would be willing to talk.

Immediately, Cheng Mo looked into the store intently, the inside was very clean, even embarrassingly clean, except for a crumbling wooden shelf and a few stacks of silk scarves on it, it was empty like a store at all.The styles of the silk scarves are all the same, and there are not many colors to choose from. They are all plain and mostly black. Cheng Mo guesses that it is probably the hijab used by women taught by Saint Laurent.

Cheng Mo couldn't think of anyone who would patronize such a store, but he didn't really want to buy anything right now. He took out a ten-dollar note from his pocket, and indicated with a stroke that he wanted to buy a headscarf.

However, the other party just stood up and looked up at the euro in Cheng Mo's hand, then shook his head and muttered something that seemed to be in Saudi language.Cheng Mo didn't understand what it was, but he also knew that the euro didn't seem to work here.

Cheng Mo had no choice but to say to Athena: "Let's go to the city center and have a look, at least we have to find someone who can communicate."

Athena still chose not to answer such words that did not need to be answered.

Cheng Mo planned to get used to this, so he continued to move forward.The city of Latakia is not big, with a total population of more than a dozen or 20. It is at most one county in China, so the two walked to the city center very quickly.Although the surrounding buildings still looked dilapidated after being bombed, the number of people gradually increased.

However, there were too many people, which did not bring a good feeling to Cheng Mo. He could clearly feel that when they passed by, everyone's movements slowed down, and they were all watching them, as if they were watching a bad intruder. There was a kind of cold hatred in it.

This look made Cheng Mo, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, feel his scalp tingling, as if he was shooting a zombie movie, surrounded by a group of zombies.He quickened his pace and found several shops along the road, ranging from soap sellers to camel milk sellers, but none of the shops accepted Euros, and no one understood his Saudi language, and no one was even willing to spend more time with him. Communication, whenever he speaks English, the other party waved his hands one after another, with an impatient attitude.Cheng Mo thought that maybe it would be much better if he didn't wear a human skin mask and pretend to be a white person, but he had no other choice at this time, so he could only keep asking.

When he and Athena walked to a place selling grilled lamb chops, the smell of cooking oil smoke filled the entire street. Athena looked at the lambs tied to the door, and at the smoke on the long stove. The oily lamb chops grabbed Cheng Mo's arm and whispered, "I'm hungry."

Cheng Mo felt that his IQ had been greatly challenged, it was even more difficult than doing "mathematical conjecture", but how could he not even satisfy Athena's little wish?He took out the euro again, stepped forward and waved it twice at the wary shopkeeper, asking in Saudi language if it could be used.

The old man in the oil-stained coat didn't even take a look at it, and shook his head immediately.

Cheng Mo looked back at Athena, and saw that she was staring at the lamb chops intently. He couldn't bear to let her down, so he wondered if there was anything on his body that could be exchanged. The gun was definitely not good, and people would misunderstand him if he took it out. , maybe he will be beaten into a sieve before he even speaks.

It's too funny for two powerful chosen ones who can fight against the gods, to expose their corpses on the street for a few strings of lamb chops.

As for the things in Athena's black shielding box, only "Ouroboros" is valuable. You can't exchange things worth a billion dollars for lamb chops, right?
Cheng Mo thinks about it, maybe only the Gucci coat on his body can be exchanged for money. Just now, he passed by a small vendor selling second-hand clothes, all of which were clothes that were too worn out. Cheng Mo looked down at his brand new coat, and then looked at it again. There is a 250-lire card in front of the grill, and I feel that my luxury coat can be exchanged for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of surreal lire.

"Let's get some money first." Cheng Mo pulled Athena back.

"Going to rob? I don't seem to have seen the bank." Athena said.

Cheng Mo shook his head, "Not to mention whether there is a bank, isn't it exciting to grab money here?"

"Then what should I do?" After a pause, Athena asked, "Can Ouroboros be exchanged for money?"

"No need. Trust me, I can do it"

"Oh."

This time Athena didn't let the conversation stop abruptly, and Cheng Mo's mood felt a little better again. He restrained the urge to move his hand from Athena's wrist to her palm, and let go of her as if nothing had happened.The two of them walked through the deserted streets of the run-down city, and came to the second-hand clothing store they had just passed. Most of them were cheap T-shirts, as well as women's clothes.

It is said to be a second-hand store, but it is actually a stall on the curb.Cheng Mo glanced at it. The card on the side of the T-shirt said "50" lire, while the sign on the side of the Xiongyi said "150" lire. Just now, the lamb chops were "250" lire a bunch.

He doesn't quite remember the exchange rate between the Syrian lira and the euro or Huaxia currency, but he can roughly estimate that one hundred lire is at most equivalent to one yuan of Huaxia currency, and his coat of one or two thousand euros will cost dozens of dollars anyway. Mila is right.

There was nothing embarrassing about Cheng Mo, he took off his coat and handed it to the old man behind the stall, gesturing to ask if he would accept it.

The old man at the second-hand clothes stall, wearing a hat, and the glasses on the bridge of the nose have a crack in the lens.He stretched out his goose-skinned hand, took the clothes, checked it carefully, and pointed out a finger.

Cheng Mo thought: "Ten thousand is ten thousand! I'll buy the clothes when I find a place to change the money." So he nodded.

The old man carefully put his clothes away in the cabinet behind him, took out a thousand lire from his pocket with shaking hands and handed it to Cheng Mo.

Seeing the green banknote with the doctor's face printed on it, Cheng Mo was a little dazed, and quickly waved his hand, pointing to the one thousand surreal lira, and gestured ten fingers to the old man.At the same time, he said in Saudi language: "Ten thousand, at least ten thousand."

The cunning old man pretended to be dazed and said nothing, just shook his head vigorously.

Athena didn't know about the exchange rate at all, so she didn't know what happened. She stared blankly at Cheng Mo negotiating with the old man.

Selling a piece of clothing worth thousands of euros for just one euro is something a fool would do.Cheng Mo doesn't want to be this fool.He pushed Qianlila back and signaled the old man to return the clothes to him, but the old man refused to do it, with a face of Cheng Mo who was determined to sell and buy by force.

Cheng Mo wasn't angry either, he just couldn't laugh or cry, he never thought that he would be embarrassed to one euro, and he would have to care about others.He tried to ask the other party to add some more, so that Athena could eat a few more skewers of lamb chops, but the old man directly threw the money on the second-hand bra that hadn't been cleaned, pointed to a thousand lire, and said In Saudi that Cheng Mo could understand, "You have agreed to the deal and you must accept it."

How could Cheng Mo have suffered such a loss in so many years, and was thinking whether to teach the old man a lesson, but found that there were already several Syrians around him, and they stared at him and Athena with malicious intent, as if Be hands-on anytime.

Cheng Mo looked around and saw a juicy little girl among the crowd, looking at him with big blinking eyes, so he had to give up.

He bent down and picked up the one thousand lire that was too little to send a beggar, and pulled Athena to turn around and leave quickly.

Cheng Mo is not afraid of these Syrian people, but afraid that Athena will accidentally cause some bloody storm, then it will be the end of the calf.

Back at the lamb chops shop again, Cheng Mo bought four strings of lamb chops for Athena with a thousand lire, and watched her eat them on the street.Soon Athena ate up the lamb chops, and Cheng Mo didn't mind that Athena didn't even ask if he wanted to eat. He gently raised his hand to wipe her mouth, but in the end he suppressed the urge and just handed the tissue to her. to Athena.

"I'll change the money later, I'll give you enough to eat." Cheng Mo whispered, watching Athena who was still full of thoughts.

Athena nodded.

Although there was plenty of sunshine in Latakia in February, the temperature was not particularly high. There was only a sweater left on him, and it was still a bit cold when the cold wind hit.

Cheng Mo folded his hands on his chest, took a breath and said, "It's a pity that I haven't bought low-level heat skills."

Probably because of eating, Athena felt better. She hesitated and explained: "I have no energy. I used up all my energy when I came back that day, and I have no way to replenish it later."

Cheng Mo said quickly, "I don't mean to ask you to hug me."

"Oh."

"Let's go first, we have to find a place to change money, or we will have to sleep on the streets tonight."

The two walked forward side by side, no longer one in front and one behind.Cheng Mo thinks it's not easy to coax a girl now, not only does she need money, but she also needs to satisfy her stomach first.No wonder Mr. Wang is so good at cooking braised pork.

"Why can't the energy be intercepted?" Cheng Mo asked in a low voice.

"I don't have adrenaline, dopamine, and serotonin secretion in my body no matter what I do alone. I haven't studied the specific reason yet."

Cheng Mo pondered for a moment and asked, "Then have you tried injecting medicine directly?"

"I tried direct injections of epinephrine, which had little effect. I thought maybe I could try anti-depressants, but there were none on board."

Just when Cheng Mo said, "I bought the medicine and tried it", a breathless English shout came from behind.

"Sir, sir"

When Cheng Mo turned his head, he saw a thin boy chasing them along the road on a bicycle.Cheng Mo stopped in his tracks, and looked back at the little boy. He was about thirteen or fourteen years old, less than 1.7 meters tall, much shorter than Cheng Mo, but quite handsome, with thick brown curly hair , the nose is straight, and the color of the eyes is also very beautiful, which is a very bright light brown. The most important thing is that the eyes are not only big but also very agile, unlike the lifeless people Cheng Mo saw on the street just now.

In short, he gave Cheng Mo a good first impression, and the clothes he was wearing were clean and tidy. Although the knees of the clothes and trousers were thickly patched, it could be seen that the seams were not so obvious as far as possible. .

The little boy jumped off the bicycle, ran a few steps to Cheng Mo and Athena, and hurriedly said to Cheng Mo: "I think you need my help, sir." After speaking, he gasped for a long time, and his breathing gradually became stable down.He is not fluent in English and has some bumps, but communication is not a problem.

Cheng Mo glanced blankly and asked, "how are you going to help me?"

"That depends on what kind of help you need." He took a few more breaths, and whispered, "To be honest, it is very difficult for you white people to get help here. They all ran away, and those Ennoth never came to town."

Cheng Mo has been paying attention to the little boy's expression, judging that he is not lying, and then asked: "I want to exchange some euros for Syrian lira, and I want to go to Damascus from here."

"You have to go to the black market to exchange euros. As for going to Damascus, you have to wait at least the day after tomorrow. We only have one bus to Damascus every two days."

"Is there a chartered car?" Cheng Mo asked, "I want to leave as soon as possible."

"Chartered car? There aren't many cars in town." The little boy scratched his hair, "Just ask my grandpa, maybe he has a way."

Cheng Mo nodded, "What's your name?"

"My name is Khaled."

"How much do you need to be paid?"

Hearing Cheng Mo asking how much he wanted, the little boy named Khalid's eyes sparkled, he rolled his throat, and said with some difficulty: "I want three thousand dollars."

(End of this chapter)