Natasha complained about Wu Mengxi's practice of distorting all students' lives: "Can't we really pursue love and have to be related to money, status, and interests?"

Wu Mengxi was indifferent: "I have not restricted their freedom, and they even need to leave immediately, but everyone has the right to pursue a better life. Whether it is self-reliance and wealth, or finding a good man to achieve twice the result with half the effort depends on their own luck and ability. There are many possibilities in life. I just provide them with a better platform. Are you wrong with these pride daughters who are so beautiful that they cannot tolerate failure and poverty in their lives?"

Natasha was silent.

Wu Mengxi confessed: "Yes, you knew Buck very young, but if he hadn't had these marriages from him, or if he had been staying in Wugelan and working hard with you, what would you think you would be like now?"

Natasha's eyes were not focused, and she looked at the distant sea for a while before speaking: "Looking at Yue Lan, it was like looking at Wu Gelan, who was both next to a great country, and she was not willing to be ordinary vassals, and she had to be beaten. At this time, I am glad that my husband is a Chinese, and everything we do is related to the interests of China, otherwise it would be a life of running around and panic all day long."

Wu Mengxi slipped himself on the beach lounge chair: "I should have been a wanted criminal who was anxious all day long, so now everything is earned. We must seize the opportunity and create a huge network of interests for Buck as much as possible. In this way, he has the right to speak in front of China and will last for a long time. And you should really put aside those complicated mentalities that are unknown, integrate into this big family, seize the good situation in front of you, and become the one who succeeds!"

Natasha smiled self-deprecatingly after a long time: "Your statement is useful to me, let alone to them... This world is so cruel, and I will never go back to the pure and poor and happy days that I used to be."

Yes, reality is cruel.

Everything in front of Buck is even more cruel.

He didn't even have to show his Uzbek passport, and the mercenaries who were holding their arms around introduced each other. Of course, some people have heard of the reputation of the judge. Unlike the records recorded in the NATO system, the mercenaries in Wugaland were more word-of-mouthed. Then, from a grassland where various vehicles were parked, they flipped over the bushes in front of them, and immediately jumped into the scene of the crash of the passenger plane.

Only after watching it on the spot will you feel cruel and shocking...

The Boeing passenger plane, which is about 70 meters long, has broken into pieces, and there is no visible component larger than a car. The scattered wreckage debris has been pulled out for thousands of meters in the empty wheat fields of Wugraland. There are charred burning land everywhere, metal fragments of aircraft, seats, and luggage everywhere!

Life is as fragile as duckweed in the face of such a disaster, and individuals trapped in such a vortex are easily torn into pieces by paper. Ideas, dreams, freedom, wealth, religion, and humanism are all scum in front of this!

It became ethereal like the embers and smoke floating everywhere, and the complex aura filled with the air...

The people of Gran are still very qualifying. All the luggage items are placed in place and no one robs them. Then all the bodies of victims that can be found are carried aside. Of course, hundreds of various militants with live ammunition around also ensure that no one dares to steal anything under such scrutiny.

Nearly thirty hours have passed since the crash. Buck rushed over from Asia endlessly. It was not too early or too late. At least he calmed down and walked towards the corpse, without the stench of rotten smell.

After a brief surprise, the other newly arrived mercenaries chose to watch the wreckage and the mobile videos taken by the first arrival. Only Buck walked towards the dense corpse, and took out disposable medical gloves from his pocket and put them on. Even though his identity had been explained and recognized by the mercenaries, the armed personnel guarding the corpse frowned: "What are you... going to do?"

Buck was calm and quiet: "Some of the heads were misspelled... I have put it again and give the dead enough dignity."

The militants were in awe and immediately gave up. They asked Buck if he didn't need help. Buck refused to open his backpack: "I'm a professional military doctor... I'll do it." He took out a few packets of bandages and sealed alcohol disinfectant cotton from the bag, and after putting on the mask, he began to bow and clean it up.

Of course, Buck is not just cleaning up those terrifying and shattering limbs. He is seizing every opportunity to observe the details and judge whether the unfortunate deceased in front of him has died in the air or died in pain after falling to the ground. This is easier than judging whether the aircraft disintegrates in the air or smashes on the ground. This is just to check the partially broken throat or mouth. If he encounters bombs and missiles in the air or the plane explodes and loses oxygen and suffocates, the respiratory tracts of these deceased should have foreign objects, which is a huge difference from purely dying from the ground.

A militant who always followed him to help seemed to be a leader, and he was unquestionable about Buck's meticulousness: "When it landed, there was a lot of smoke, so we arrived first to rescue the body, and used a fire truck to put out a lot of flames and mess up some of the bodies." He was very sorry when he heard the tone.

Humans are really animals with complex emotions. When they are killed, these militants want to tear the enemy to pieces, but in the face of so many innocent victims, most of them show enough respect.

Buck nodded slowly, and he had already seen some clues. These bodies basically died before they landed on the ground. Whether they were fixed on the seat by seat belts or simply turned into fragments and fell to the ground. They died before they landed on the ground. They did not end up falling to the ground and hitting them to death.

This basically ruled out the possibility that the plane crashed due to its own failure.

This made the victims less painful, and they might pass in an instant.

Buck was still patiently tidying up all the bodies that could be sorted out in front of him, trying to make the same body piled up together. Of course, at this time he divided his energy and began to observe the distance. There were actually several fire trucks and ambulances parked in the distance, but it seemed that except for the fire trucks that had been put out, the doctors in the ambulance did nothing. Ordinary doctors were indeed difficult to accept this kind of scene, and they were more likely to not know what to do.

In addition to the militants scattered around, some people wearing suits and armbands could also be seen looking for them with small sticks among the scattered fragments. Buck pointed: "Who are those?"

The armed leader squinted his eyes and looked at it: "It should be the first Russian security personnel to arrive. They were on the border, but they didn't take anything away and were looking for a black box." After saying that, he pointed to the other side, where there were more casual people, but they did not spread out to search like this, but gathered together and used a more intensive way to search for blocks: "There are the leading personnel of the European Security Organization over there, and there are several of them in Kiev. It is said that personnel from several relevant countries are arriving on the way, and experts from the United Nations are also on the way..."

Buck, thousands of miles away, can actually arrive before so many countries. Perhaps this is the advantage of being alone, but more because of various complex political factors, anyone else needs to weigh the trade-offs and mercenaries do not need to be hired.

So when all the non-armed personnel were paying attention to the wreckage and looking for details, Buck, who had a unique approach, found an important physical evidence from the body again.

So it is really an advantage for military doctors to be agents.
Chapter completed!