The air in Aden Port is filled with the acrid smell of burning tires, while the white smoke of tear gas rolls through the narrow streets.
The entire city is in chaos.
The protesters' shouts mingle with the shouts of military police, stones and rubber bullets are being shot back and forth in the chaotic crowd.
Song Heping crouched down, moving quickly along the base of the walls, with Nura and Antonov following closely behind.
The group covered their noses and mouths with damp scarves, barely withstanding the onslaught of tear gas.
"The fish market is by the third pier district, we need to head west."
Song Heping pointed west, speaking in a low voice while vigilantly scanning the surroundings.
"Damn this place!"
To reach the third pier district is actually not far, only about a kilometer away.
Normally, it would take just ten minutes on foot.
