The Middle East: From War Correspondent to Middle Eastern Influencer

Several men with guns were chasing after him, but Wu Hen was simply too fast.

In just a few dozen seconds, he had already made several large turns in the intricate alleyways, completely shaking off his pursuers.

The feeling of racing through a desperate situation even excited his nerves, which were originally tense due to fear.

Ten minutes later.

Wu Hen leaned against a wall riddled with bullet holes, panting heavily. The buff from rapid movement had worn off, and his leg muscles ached, as if he were three days after his face had been turned away; they were even trembling.

He peeked out.

This is a hidden alleyway used for transporting garbage and canteen ingredients. Once you pass through this alley, you can reach a relatively safe working-class area.

Moreover, Wu Hen discovered an item that surprised him: a motorcycle parked in a pile of garbage.

It was a somewhat old-looking off-road motorcycle, but judging from the wear on the tires, its condition should be quite good.

The most amazing thing is that the car key was actually inserted in the lock!

This is simply a gift from God! As long as he gets on this off-road motorcycle, he can escape this damned firefight zone at top speed.

Wu Hen lowered his body and slowly moved closer to the motorcycle.

However, just as he was about to finish his work, a noise suddenly came from outside the alley.

"Click! Click!"

That was the sound of boots stepping into the puddles.

The footsteps were very rhythmic, and they didn't sound like one person; there were at least two.

The sound was getting closer and closer, almost reaching the alley entrance.

Wu Hen's right hand slowly slid to the outside of his thigh and gradually gripped the handle of the M9 multi-functional military bayonet.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows at the alley entrance, and two dark gun barrels protruded from the corner of the wall.

"Tick-tock! Tick-tock!"

The puddles in the alley dripped down the eaves and hit the abandoned tin buckets.

The footsteps of the two militants grew closer. They were clearly being cautious, not charging in directly, but advancing while taking turns providing cover.

"Are you sure you just saw someone running this way?" one of them asked in a low voice in Arabic.

"Nonsense, that bastard runs faster than a rabbit, he must have slipped into this alley. Search carefully! If you find anything, leave it for me, my new pistol isn't even sharpened yet." Another voice replied with a sly laugh.

Wu Hen gripped the bayonet tighter. Since the other side had no intention of leaving any survivors, he felt no guilt whatsoever. Although the bloodiest thing he had ever done was sprinkling salt on snails, in this hellish battlefield, mercy was the greatest cruelty he could inflict on himself.

Just as the first armed man's body was halfway into the alleyway, Wu Hen moved!

He was like a cheetah lurking in the darkness, his legs propelling him forward like an arrow released from a bow.

"Who goes there!"

The militant only saw a dark shadow flash before his eyes. Before he could pull the trigger, Wu Hen's left hand had already gripped the barrel of his gun tightly, pulling it upwards to deflect the muzzle from him. At the same time, the M9 bayonet in his right hand precisely pierced the man's neck!

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out. Wu Hen twisted his wrist ruthlessly, instantly severing the man's nerves. The armed man didn't even have time to scream before he clutched his carotid artery and his body went limp.

"Enemy attack!"

The second militant following behind was terrified. In his panic, he raised his AK-47 to prepare to fire, but Wu Hen was too fast. He used the corpse as a shield with his left hand and threw his M9 bayonet with force with his right hand!

"Whoosh!"

The military bayonet pierced the second militant's throat with pinpoint accuracy! The immense impact sent him sprawling backward, crashing heavily into the muddy water. He twitched twice before coming to a stop moving.

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye; in less than five seconds, the two heavily armed thugs were killed.

Wu Hen was panting heavily, his nostrils filled with the strong smell of blood.

This was the first time he had killed someone in twenty-two years, but strangely, his hands did not tremble, and he did not feel much fear. Instead, he felt a surge of euphoria, as if he had survived a disaster.

"This is war!" Wu Hen muttered to himself, stepped forward and pulled the bayonet from the corpse's throat, wiped the blood off the body's clothes, put it back in its sheath, picked up the AK-47 on the ground, slung it over his shoulder, and searched the corpse for two magazines and a fragmentation grenade.

The shouts of more people could be faintly heard from outside the alley, clearly indicating that the commotion had attracted the attention of other armed men.

There's no time to waste.

Wu Hen quickly ran to the off-road motorcycle. Fortunately, the motorcycle not only had the key in the ignition, but also had some fuel left. Although it wasn't much, it was better than nothing.

He got on the motorcycle, turned the key, and pressed the start lever hard.

"Boom! Buzzing!"

The old off-road motorcycle let out a wild roar, spewing out a plume of black smoke from its exhaust pipe.

Wu Hen kicked aside the trash can blocking his way, floored the accelerator, and the motorcycle sped out of the dark alley.

"There! Fire! Fire!"

Outside the alley entrance, several armed men who had just arrived spotted Wu Hen and angrily raised their weapons to fire wildly.

Bullets whizzed past Wu Hen's ears and head, hitting the wall behind the motorcycle and sending up clumps of pebbles.

Wu Hen kept his body low to the ground and drove his motorcycle through the streets full of ruins and craters, quickly leaving his pursuers far behind.

As the motorcycle entered the edge of Tripoli's main urban area, the scene before him made Wu Hen's heart sink to the bottom.

This is no longer the exotic seaside city he remembered.

The once bustling commercial street is now a wasteland. The exterior walls of the high-rise buildings are riddled with bullet holes and traces of explosions. Burnt cars are parked haphazardly on the street, some still emitting thick smoke.

Ragged refugees searched for their families in the ruins, children who had lost both parents sat beside pools of blood and wailed, while in the distance, the sounds of gunfire continued. Here, life had become cheaper than bread.

Wu Hen gripped the motorcycle handlebars tightly. Having grown up in peacetime, this was the first time he had ever directly experienced the cruelty of war.

Just as the motorcycle was about to enter a relatively open intersection, a sharp electronic alarm suddenly sounded in Wu Hen's mind!

[A high-risk host environment has been detected. The system's core function has been activated: Crisis Early Warning Module (Basic Version)]

[Crisis Warning (Basic Version): Provides a 10-second advance warning of deadly threats and offers the best escape route. This feature can be upgraded through subsequent daily check-in rewards, extending the warning time and improving accuracy.]

Before Wu Hen could fully process the information, the system alarm sounded again:

[High-Energy Warning! Deadly Threat Approaching! In 10 seconds, the host's location will be subjected to indiscriminate mortar bombardment!][9! 8! 7!]

Mortars! The kill radius of a single shell from one of those things can reach tens of meters. Even if he were hiding inside an armored vehicle, let alone wearing only a light bulletproof vest, his internal organs would be shattered by the shockwave!

[Immediately shift 30 degrees to the right and accelerate at full speed into the abandoned underground parking garage on your right! 6! 5!]

In a split second between life and death, Wu Hen had no time to think. Relying entirely on instinct, he tilted the front of the motorcycle to the right, his body almost parallel to the ground, and managed to complete an extreme drift on the gravel road.

[4! 3!]

The motorcycle engine groaned under the strain, and Wu Hen twisted the throttle to the floor, sprinting wildly toward the dark underground parking lot entrance indicated by the system.

[2! 1! Avoidance successful!]

Just as Wu Hen and his car plunged into the underground passage and sped down the slope!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A loud bang exploded behind Wu Hen!

The shockwave from the explosion rushed in through the entrance of the underground passage, slamming hard into Wu Hen's back.

Even with the cushioning of the bulletproof vest, Wu Hen still felt a sweet taste in his throat, and was thrown away along with his car by the shockwave.

He rolled around on the dusty ground seven or eight times before stopping. His clothes were torn in many places, and his bones ached as if they were falling apart.

But he survived.

[Crisis alert is cooling down, 23:59:59.]