As the hot-air ballooner spoke, he handed the two cartons he was carrying to Wei Ran, and enthusiastically greeted the cradle and the sleepy Edelweiss who came in a hurry, and then continued worriedly,

"The news that the international troops ensuring the safety of Palestinian refugees will leave Beirut today is absolutely accurate.

The situation here may get better as promised, or it may get worse. My personal guess is the latter.

So gentlemen and ladies, you should seriously consider whether you want to stay here."

Before anyone could speak, the hot-air balloon man took off the canvas bag he was carrying and said, "The only good news is that the medical officers of the troops preparing to evacuate have become much more generous. I got a lot of things that are usually difficult to deal with."

The medicines arrived, and I also brought you some gifts."

Before he finished speaking, he had already opened the canvas bag and took out several mail packages, "Here are your packages."

"When do we need to make a decision?" the sewing machine asked.

"I'll come back tomorrow morning, if I'm still alive."

The hot air balloon said while distributing packages, "If I come tomorrow, if I find a way to evacuate by then, you can tell me your decision. If I don't come tomorrow, then you'd better leave here immediately."

"Is the situation already so serious?" Cradle asked with a frown.

"Just assuming the worst"

The hot air balloon said, turning around and walking out, "It's time for me to inform the other group. I wish all of you will live until the 21st century."

Before he finished speaking, the tall and thin man had already mounted a khaki Nissan off-road motorcycle and disappeared in a flash amid the roar of the engine.
Chapter completed!