Immediately, a group of black men wearing red bandanas around their necks charged into the supermarket with assault rifles, firing wildly.
Lin Beichen reacted swiftly, leaping to pull a Huaxia citizen aside and throwing out a dark yellow piece of paper.
This seemingly ordinary piece of paper exploded as it floated in front of the black men, blasting them into charred corpses.
The expatriates in the supermarket were panic-stricken, cowering in corners, not even managing to see how Lin Beichen swiftly dealt with those attackers.
Next, Lin Beichen shouted loudly, "All expatriates, evacuate to the Huaxia Embassy immediately!"
The attackers just now were the notorious Red Scarf Army.
Lin Beichen had already familiarized himself with the situation here before coming. Masure had been long unstable, and the Red Scarf Army was the largest opposition armed force locally.
For years, the Red Scarf Army had rampaged in Masure. Although the military continuously suppressed them, both forces had remained evenly matched with indeterminate victory. The city they were in, Mogadishu City, had always been protected by Masure's military.
However, unexpectedly, the Red Scarf Army had attacked here.
The flames of war had clearly spread here, and they had to immediately lead the expatriates to evacuate to the embassy to ensure safety.
Fortunately, the Huaxia Embassy wasn't far. As long as they could escort the expatriates there, they would be safe.
Upon hearing Lin Beichen's call, the expatriates in the supermarket seemed to see hope, supporting each other to stand up.
At this point, a black man couldn't help but ask, "Will the Huaxia Embassy take us in?"
Before Leng Feng could answer, someone beside him interjected, "Hard to say, that's our country!"
Lin Beichen turned his head to see the speaker was the supermarket owner, Qian Bida. He was currently curled up under a table, his legs shaking uncontrollably.
Seeing Qian Bida's cowardly appearance, a trace of disdain flashed in Lin Beichen's eyes.
He sarcastically remarked, "Didn't you say just last month that you were no longer a Huaxia person?"
Qian Bida's wrinkled face twitched, hastily arguing, "I was born a Huaxia person, as were nineteen generations of my ancestors. You can't insult me!"
His eyes were filled with sincerity. Had Lin Beichen not heard his previous words, he might have truly believed Qian Bida was a loyal Huaxia person.
"Alright, cut the nonsense. Let's go!" The situation was urgent, and Lin Beichen had no time to entangle with him. Thus, he and Leng Feng quickly led the expatriates in and around the supermarket to evacuate towards the embassy.
By then, the streets outside were already a scene of warfare, filled with the smell of gunpowder.
The deafening sound of artillery fire, gunfire, and human screams filled the entire city, with the air laden with the scent of gunpowder.
The Red Scarf Army was firing wildly. This time, they had even brought devastating heavy weaponry.
Masure's military was no match for them. Shortly, this place could fall into the hands of the Red Scarf Army.
Lin Beichen and Leng Feng, bringing the expatriates out of the supermarket, were greeted by such a horrific scene.
"Quick, this way!" Lin Beichen gestured, leading them down a side path to evacuate.
However, just at that moment, a few Red Scarf Army members spotted them and charged over with guns.
Lin Beichen and Leng Feng immediately drew handguns, shooting and killing the approaching Red Scarf Army soldiers.
But this action quickly drew the attention of the other Red Scarf Army members, who swiftly surrounded them by the dozens.
Seeing this, Qian Bida, at the forefront, immediately raised his hands, shouting in the local language, "We are Huaxia people! Victory to the Red Scarf Army!"
But the Red Scarf Army paid no heed to whether they were Huaxia or locals, smirking sinisterly as they aimed their guns.
Qian Bida was so frightened his legs went limp, collapsing to the ground.
The expatriates behind also showed fear, knowing the Red Scarf Army was ruthless and that this was likely inescapable disaster.
However, just as the Red Scarf Army was about to start shooting, Lin Beichen quickly pulled a stack of talisman paper from his pocket and tossed it over.
The dark yellow talisman paper floated forward, arranging itself to form a barrier before the expatriates.
The Red Scarf Army had already begun firing frenziedly.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The violent gunfire erupted, but Qian Bida and the expatriates were astonished to find they hadn't been hit.
They slowly opened their eyes, looking around in amazement, their eyes widening at the sight in front of them.
Not a single one among them had been hit by bullets!
Even more bizarre, a row of dark yellow talisman paper was floating ahead, on which faintly appeared dark red charms.
The expatriates, faces full of shock, turned to look back, only to see Lin Beichen standing with a calm expression behind them, looking at the Red Scarf Army opposite with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
The Red Scarf Army was equally horrified, realizing that the bullets were dropping to the ground mid-flight, unable to reach this group of people before them.
"Damn it!" the leading Red Scarf Army member couldn't help but shout angrily, feeling as if he'd seen a ghost!
They once again fired frenziedly, but the result was the same; the bullets couldn't penetrate that invisible barrier.
"Oh my god, what are those yellow paper strips? They can float in the air?" a shocked Red Scarf Army soldier exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock, clearly shaken by the bizarre sight.
As they stood dumbfounded, filled with confusion, Lin Beichen's lips curled into a cold smile. He shouted loudly to the group of Red Scarf Army soldiers, "Have you done enough shooting? Now, it's our turn to counterattack!"