The girl's scalp was tingling in the crowd, because in addition to the newspaper, there was also a list of Middle East awards, and she was on the list.

Bam was confused!

Bam was shocked!

In addition to confusion and shock, she was also extremely happy.

While no one was paying attention, she quietly tore off the newspaper and took it back to the village and ran back to her home. As soon as she entered the house, she bumped into a figure who just ran out. Bam only took a step back and stood steadily. At the same time, she reached out and caught the person who fell back. "Bawang, what are you doing so rashly." As soon as she finished speaking, she saw what her brother was holding.

It was also a newspaper, and she understood it immediately.

Glancing into the house, she saw an old man mixing herbs. Bam opened his mouth and said with a hint of joy, "Grandpa. The Chris tribe has been wiped out."

The black-haired old man turned around to look at her, pointed at his grandson and said, "Awang has just said it dozens of times, I know it."

Bawang also spoke quickly, "The news has spread all over the town, and sister, the person who wiped out the Chris tribe has the same name as you."

Bam handed the basket on his back to his brother, sat down opposite the grandfather, and said happily, "It is my honor to have the same name as her..."

The Chris tribe did not have a good reputation in the local area. They occupied the mines and did not let others enter, and they disturbed the people from time to time.

The people in the village suffered a lot. In addition, Chris cooperated with Nadia. Not only that, he also cooperated with wealthy businessmen in the country. It was Baron who was in contact with Wu Zhongjing at the beginning. Later, Baron introduced Nadia to Wu Zhongjing, which led to Bashi's death.

Bam threw a charcoal into the fire and said happily, "It's good for such a person to die." She was very grateful to the person who did it.

Bawang sneaked forward, "I knew you would think so... Look." He took out a lot of things from his arms, and at first glance, they were all newspapers.

The intelligence in the Middle East posted photos of Bam's paintings everywhere.

The village was no exception.

Bawang took his friends and quietly tore up all the newspapers.

Bam looked at his brother and slapped him on the head: "Well done."

Bam was in high spirits because he wanted to be praised by his sister: "My friends and I have agreed that every time they stick it, I will tear it off... This person is our hero, we have to protect her."

Bam nodded in agreement. At this moment, he saw a figure approaching from the corner of his eye and a voice rang above his head: "Can I see a newspaper?"

A woman in coarse clothes and short hair was nagging from the grandfather of Bam and his sister that your injury is not healed yet. From her walking and the color of her face, it can be known that the woman was injured, and the injury was not light.

Bawang said, "Sister Zhou, it's okay for me to show it to you. Just tell me. There's no need to run out." Then he handed her the newspaper in his hand and said, "I've torn it into pieces. You can piece it together."

Zhou Yun'er nodded without minding, took the newspaper and started reading it -

the fragmented news was barely pieced together.

She found the news about the Chris tribe -

the Chamber of Commerce. She remembered that the Chamber of Commerce had asked Ms. Tang for help, and the Menghe brothers seemed to be there.

Asking for help from the embassy is a long way -