Infinite Life: Trapped in a lifetime

He did not agree to the proposal of driver Lu Hong and photographer Fei Yi to go with him.

Mo Dao brought a video camera, a press pass and a small amount of food.

Driving a car alone and traveling light.

Before leaving the branch, all his colleagues in the branch came to the yard to see him off.

Looking at Mo Dao, the editors, reporters, and photographers all had complicated looks.

Some people admire Mo Dao's courage and passion.

Of course, some people must think that Mo Dao's move is reckless and has no practical significance.

But since the editor-in-chief agreed, naturally no one raised any opinions.

He just silently watched Mo Dao leave the courtyard of the Kellner Branch of Huaxin News Agency.

Driving along the road, the iron gate of the branch yard behind me closed again.

Mo Dao didn't care much about what other people in the branch thought or viewed.

In a sense, he is doing some meaningful things, but he has enough time and enough opportunities to do some such meaningless things... He is destined to have a long life, and he does not need to Everything has meaning.

What's more... he is currently fulfilling his goal in this life.

The car passed through this relatively calm and bustling street, and when it passed the checkpoint at the street entrance,

Mo Dao handed over his press card to the government soldier guarding the checkpoint.

After taking a look at the press card, the soldier handed it back and then waved Mo Dao away.

After passing this checkpoint, the road became a little difficult.

Mainly on the roads, refugees begging for food would come up from time to time.

During this period, as the domestic situation in Kerna further deteriorated, the number of refugees surrounding the area increased.

These refugees, who are in ragged clothes, generally skinny, and have numb eyes, are like the tide on the densely packed road, and the vehicles forced to drive slowly among them are like lonely boats.

For ordinary people who drive through this stretch of road, this scene is actually a bit scary.

Facing the ordinary sea of ​​people, ordinary people will only feel crowded or lively when they are there.

And these huge crowds of people are rushing towards you, and when they look at you numbly, they will feel a sense of fear for no reason.

There was no fear in Mo Dao's eyes, he just looked carefully at every face he could see one by one.

These faces that appear to be in the same condition are actually somewhat different from each other. Among them are thin children and rugged old men.

Some were weak and just instinctively asked for help, while some were crazy and wanted to stop the car.

People who have been in a state of peace all year round look at this scene with a sense of unspeakable shock and silence rather than pity.

"Fuck..."

At this time, a large part of the crowd crowding the streets began to surge.

Rushing towards a car in front with its windows open.

Some people stretched their hands into the car window, some even tried to climb into the car window, and even tore each other wildly.

One could see people being pushed to the ground and being trampled, and their already struggling bodies quickly lost their vitality.

There were some curses in the car.

It seemed there was a passenger in the car who opened the window out of pity.

Then this happened.

At this moment, the other passengers in the car seemed to be angrily cursing the person who opened the window.

While roaring at the refugees pouring out of the window, he used heavy and sharp objects to hit the hands and even heads of those who reached into the carriage.

The driver also increased his speed, stepped on the accelerator, and rolled some refugees in front of the car off the bottom of the car.

at last,

"Bang!"

A gunshot and splashes of blood brought the turbulent scene to a brief pause.

It was the muzzle of the gun sticking out of the car.

Then he closed the car window again and sped away.

Mo Dao saw this scene and just continued to drive, slowly passing through this section of road.

In this brief commotion, there is no right or wrong to be found in this small area.

Was the person who opened the window wrong?

Is there anything wrong with kindness itself?

But this kind act brought disastrous results.

At that moment, plus those who were shot to death, trampled to death, run over by cars, and even those who were injured and would have a hard time surviving,

More people may die than doing nothing.

So are these people who are rushing away in a frantic search for more food wrong?

They want to eat because they are extremely hungry. What's wrong with wanting to live?

The reason why they gather here is because sometimes these people from the safer street will give them some food.

If neither party is wrong, who is?

Is it wrong to start a war between rebels and government forces?

In fact, even the actions of the opposition armed forces are inevitable.

Why do ordinary soldiers create turmoil, except for those careerists? Because they can't survive.

Was it the government forces' fault? Fighting with the opposition armed forces and suppressing the opposition armed forces are also inevitable for the government forces.

This seems to be an unsolvable problem.

Because the external interfering forces that created this dilemma never thought that this problem could be solved within the country of Kerna.

Mo Dao drove through this section of road.

Further forward, what we saw along the way was some commotion and desolation in the capital of Kelna.

The opposition armed forces are already only a few dozen kilometers away from the capital of Kerna.

Some riots and even explosions can often be seen in the capital of Kerna, and there is a feeling that various forces are ready to move.

On both sides of the street, most of the shops and restaurants have closed their doors.

In some high-end places, and even inside the walls of official institutions, many weapons can be seen set up.

Ignoring these, Mo Dao drove all the way.

However, the speed became slower and slower as he went on.

Because there were many checkpoints in and out of the capital of Kerna at this time,

but thanks to the editor-in-chief of the branch office who had greeted the government army in advance, Mo Dao was able to pass most of the checkpoints smoothly.

Then, he arrived at the last checkpoint blocking the road before leaving the city.

"Friend, are you sure you want to leave the city? I can't guarantee that we can let you return to the capital when you come back."

"Yes."

"There is no problem with your ID. We also welcome our great journalist friends to report their evil deeds and atrocities for us..."

The soldier at the checkpoint said nice words while looking at Mo Dao with his journalist ID.

He said he agreed, but he and his soldiers still blocked Mo Dao's car without any sign of moving away.

Mo Dao took a look, took some cash from the co-pilot's bag, and handed it to the soldier at the checkpoint.

"Of course."

"Haha... my great journalist friend, thank you for your selfless help to Kerner."

After taking the money, the soldier laughed and said, then waved his hand to let his armed soldiers get out of the way. At the same time, he threw the journalist ID back.

However, maybe because he had received money from Mo Dao, this man said one more thing,

"Also, man, be careful along the way... There are a lot of bastards in the place you are going to. Also, remember not to leave the road, there are a lot of powerful guys on the roadside, powerful guys who can boom!"

"Yeah."

Mo Dao responded, without saying anything more.

He started the car and drove out of the capital of Kerna.

Going forward, he had to rely on himself.

He had to at least pass through the defense line of the Kerna opposition armed forces to get to where he needed to go.

Ahead, all dangers were unknown.

It was not impossible that the car would be bombed while driving.