Volume 1, Pot 1 Gold Chapter 705 Clouds over Somalia

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Mogadishu, Somalia.

A man in a leather jacket strides out of the airport with a suitcase in his hand. There are round-framed sunglasses on the bridge of the towering nose, and the knife-cut face looks quite strong, which makes people feel at a glance that this guy is not easy to mess with!

Standing outside the airport, Garrett looked around the crowded street and pressed his handset on it.

"This is Garret and has arrived at Mogadishu airport...... Roger that. ”

Just like playing a video game, blue signposts appear directly in his field of vision, marking the location of the mission.

"Shet, this thing is really handy. ”

Muttering to himself, Garrett locked his gaze in the direction of his destination, making his way through the crowd towards the blue sign.

Straight across a street, he turned into a local-owned inn and went upstairs instead of going to the front desk to open a room. Stopped at the door of room 503 and gently pushed the door down.

The door opened.

As the ghost agent said, the door was unlocked.

Garrett stepped through the door, his boots squeaking against the wooden floor. Carefully looking around, he closed the door behind him, walked straight to the bed, and took out the room card from under the pillow.

A qiē is as in the mission briefing.

With a grin, he crouched down and jerked out a lockbox from under the bed.

Typing in the code, there was a click, and the box opened, revealing the Ripper rifle with a pitch-black metallic sheen, as well as orange-yellow bullets and magazines.

Dumping his gear on the bed, his rifle and drone tucked into his travel bag, his pistol in his trouser pocket, and when he was armed, he went out again with his suitcase.

Walking downstairs, a black man in a gray shirt snuffed out his cigarette butt and stepped forward.

"Sir, do you need a bodyguard? $400 a day, I can guarantee your safety in Somalia. ”

"Do you have a car?"

"Of course, in Somalia, the bodyguard is the driver. The black man smiled, revealing a mouth full of white teeth.

Garrett nodded and waved his hand.

"Take me to see your car. ”

"Okay. My name is a bit long, you foreigners are not used to calling me, you can call me Nasheed. ”

"Smith. Garrett said lightly.

Smith, that's the name on his passport.

Nasheed's car was parked at a fruit stall not far from the hotel, with a few children munching apples sitting next to them.

After chasing the child away, Nahidra opened the door and made a gesture of please to Garret.

Modified Toyota pickup trucks, welded traces can be seen in the tow box behind the car. There is no doubt that this guy must have been a bandit or something before. To ask why, because the Toyota pickup plus .50 machine gun is almost standard for terrorists.

Having been hiding from terrorists in Iraq for more than five years, Garrett knows all too well about these things.

But at the moment he didn't say anything, got into the passenger seat, and fastened his seat belt.

"Where?" asked the black driver, turning his head, starting the car.

"Hudur. ”

Nasheed, who was about to drive, was visibly stunned.

"What's wrong?" Garrett asked.

"It's not very peaceful, I don't recommend you go there...... There is a stronghold of Shabab, and you should have heard that they are very unfriendly to the Americans. Nasheed said.

Garrett grinned.

"Just take me there and let me off. ”

Nasheed grimaced a helpless face.

"If you insist. ”

Just as Nasheed got into the car, a woman with a black turban drove to the desert north of Khundul.

Parking the second-hand car next to a sand dune, the woman ripped off her disguised headscarf and threw her pure black robe on the car, revealing her delicate face and the desert-colored combat uniform with optical invisibility that had been concealed.

Rounding the back of the car, she pulled up the trunk and retrieved the ghost sniper rifle and drone backpack from it.

With her sniper rifle on her shoulder, she opened the holographic map, confirmed the coordinates of the target salt plant, and the contour lines of the surrounding terrain, and walked towards the nearby sand dunes.

Small drone terminals were placed behind the dunes. She then activated optical invisibility and headed for the top of the dune.

Prostrate in the sand, she set up her sniper rifle and locked her crosshair on the salt factory hidden in the middle of a small village.

"The ghost bird is in position, waiting for instructions to attack. ”

……

In the real room of the salt factory, Tanaka inserted a glass tube into a flask with a transparent liquid and carefully introduced the blue reagent. At the moment when the blue merged into the transparent liquid, the chemical reaction suddenly flashed, and the originally incompatible blue liquid beads disappeared in an instant.

The black man who was standing on the sidelines watched with wide eyes and disbelief at the scene before him.

"Have you learned?" asked Tanaka with a smile.

The black man withdrew his astonished gaze, pretended not to hear, and looked to the side.

"Don't be nervous, I know you're sent by the leader of the Shabab to steal the teacher. But you have to be careful with this virus. If you don't pay attention, you could kill everyone. ”

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a brown-skinned man walked in and said two words to Tanaka in Japanese.

"It's coming. ”

Tanaka looked slightly surprised, but quickly regained his senses, removed the glass tube from the flask, and walked to another table.

"It's actually here. It seems that Jiang Chen still surprised me. ”

"What to do?" asked the brown-skinned man in a deep voice.

"How many tons of salt have been transferred to the desert?"

"97 tons. ”

Tanaka nodded with satisfaction, picked up the test tube, poured a little unknown powder into it, and then poured the cloudy liquid in the test tube into the flask, pressing the cork.

Holding the flask up to the incandescent lamp, Tanaka smiled incomprehensibly as he looked at the oily sheen on the liquid surface.

"Good, enough. ”

Shoved the flask into the black chemist's hand, Tanaka patted him on the shoulder and said in English with a smile.

"I've seen it so many times, try it yourself. ”

The black man looked at the flask in his hand and looked at Tanaka at a loss.

"I, what am I going to do?"

"I added the embryonic stem cell sample from the brown bottle over there to the flask, then placed it in a petri dish and incubated it at 37°C for two hours, and the last step of the virus was complete. I went to the toilet and then went to have a meal. Rest assured, I've already done all the dangerous steps, go ahead and try, you can!"

With these words, Tanaka and the brown-skinned man walked out the door, leaving behind a black chemist with a blank face.

"You told him the recipe?"

"That's right, he won't live long anyway. Tanaka said with a smile.

The village where the salt factory is located has a population of about 1,000 people, including the elderly, children, and women. Of these, 500 were directly or indirectly involved in the drug business. With the help of Shabab, he took over Mr. Zhu's business without much effort, and he is now the boss here.

So when he walked out of the salt factory, these ignorant natives looked at him with awe.

They had no sense of the man who was about to bring them death.

Walking to the Toyota pickup truck parked at the gate, Tanaka opened the door, but did not sit in, looked up at the dazzling sun, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and said softly.

"The Black Ship has reached its final moments. Soon, the whole world will remember our name, fear it, and welcome the Age of Harmony in the trumpet of doom that we blow. Sakda, do you choose to meet our enemies here, or do you want to go with me?"

"Is there a difference?"

"There is no difference, we have the same end. ”

"Then I'm going to fight here. The brown-skinned man said in a deep voice.

A cloud obscured the sinking daylight.

Tanaka nodded with a smile and patted him on the shoulder.

"Martial arts are long-lasting. (To be continued.) )