Volume 1, First Pot of Gold, Chapter 703, Good luck

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Located at the mouth of the Gulf of Aden, Somalia is the only sea route for cargo ships from all over the world to enter and exit the Suez Canal, occupying the lifeline connecting Europe and Asia. Due to the continuous civil war, the order of production has collapsed for many years, and the locals have been practicing piracy since the 20th century.

Chaos, poverty, and the proliferation of munitions, this is the place to nourish terror. A hotbed of isms.

Occasional foreign tourists visit the area, often spending hundreds of dollars to hire local bodyguards. These bodyguards are usually pirates-turned, and they have a clear idea of who not to provoke and where not to go. While it's not cheap, it's better than a multimillion-dollar ransom.

And there are exceptions to everything.

Just north of Mogadishu, in the city of Beledweyne, a man with an Asian face walks alone on the streets of a slum. In the shadows, a pair of malicious eyes were looking at him with undisguised malice, as well as the travel bag on his shoulder.

But when he turned a corner and walked towards the house in the depths of the slum, all ill-intentioned eyes were withdrawn.

There is Shabab (Youth. party).

Stopping next to a fairly intact sand house, Tanaka took out his mobile phone from his pocket, confirmed the coordinates, and walked towards the door.

Pushing open the door, the originally noisy room gradually quieted down, and the black man standing at the door with a rifle on his waist saw the hat on the head of the visitor and asked.

"You're Tanaka?"

"That's right." Tanaka said with a smile.

"Cell phones, and weapons." The black man held out his hand.

Tanaka obediently took out his mobile phone and put it in the black man's hand.

"And weapons." The black man repeated it in broken English.

"I don't have a weapon on me." Tanaka spread his hands.

The black man looked at him in disbelief and reached for his pocket, but found no weapon other than his passport and a few pieces of paper, except for a small thumb-sized bottle of perfume.

"I advise you not to open it, or you may kill yourself." Seeing that the black man was about to open and sniff, Tanaka said with a smile in Arabic, and his tone did not seem to be joking.

There was a laugh from the side, apparently no one taking his warning seriously.

The black man grinned cruelly at the corners of his mouth, and pulled the cap off the bottle in front of the man.

Just as he was about to stuff this thing into the Asian man's nostrils, a bloodshot layer suddenly covered the whites of his eyes, and the brown pupils gradually faded from life.

His chest rose and fell violently, beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from the bridge of his nose and forehead to the ground.

Tanaka lightly took the bottle from his hand and closed it.

The rest of the room looked at each other, not understanding what was going on. A thin black boy stepped forward, slapped him a few times with his hand, and when he saw that he did not react, he immediately pulled out his pistol from his waist and pointed it at Tanaka and said vigilantly.

"What did you do to him?"

Watching the boy's movements, Tanaka smiled.

"You'll find out right away."

"Ahh

A scream rang out from behind, and a black man suddenly bit the neck of another black man, crushing him to the ground, bleeding all over the ground. This scene immediately frightened the companions next to them, and they stepped forward one after another to prepare to pull the "scuffle" duo away.

"Separate them!"

"Break his arm! Fast! ”

"Whew! He bit me! ”

And this sudden scene also distracted the boy who pulled out a gun and pointed it at the field, and looked back.

"Roar!"

A short low roar sounded, and everyone did not react, and the boy standing in front of Tanaka was slammed against the wall by the black man who had pulled the cap of the bottle earlier, and half of his face was gnawed off in one gulp.

"Ahhh It hurts me, Batilla, what are you doing! Stop......"

The terrible howl gradually weakened, and blood splattered onto Tanaka's trouser legs.

The pistol slipped from the boy's hand and fell into a pool of blood.

As if smelling the same kind from the boy's body, the black man stopped nibbling and turned his scarlet gaze on the other living people in the room, and then pounced.

When the shots finally rang out, the man who had been thrown to the ground pulled the trigger of the AK-47 in his hand and swept around the house abruptly. However, not a single zombie was killed, but many people who were still alive were killed and injured.

Blood flowed backwards in the dark room, staining the creeping ants red.

Tanaka walked up to the boy, picked up the pistol and the phone that had fallen to the ground, smiled and reached out, rubbing the boy's short hair.

"Good boy, go quickly."

The boy opened and closed his mouth and stared at Tanaka with terrifying eyes, but he didn't pounce on it, slowly looking away, locking on to another living person.

"Devil!" Passing under the table, an emaciated black man crawled to the door in terror.

However, he could not make it to the door, and Tanaka raised his gun and aimed it at the swarthy back.

"Bang!"

The man's eyes widened and he collapsed in a pool of blood. The boy stumbled and fell on top of him, opened his bloody jaw, and bit down hard.

Finding a stool, Tanaka sat down at the door of the room, smiling at the bloody scene.

On the cruise, he used up all his stock, and the 5mg in the perfume bottle here was the last point.

But he didn't feel distressed.

Two months ago, he had already developed an improved version of the virus, and now infected people will not only turn into zombies, but may also evolve into mutants. The most important thing is that these modified zombies will not list him as a target for predation.

These numbers come from a dozen light years away, and this qiē is the will of the black ship.

What is used on a cruise ship is inferior, and those inferior products should have been eliminated long ago.

But it's a shame to throw it away like this, so it's better to give these poor creatures an appetizer first. With this in mind, Tanaka used all of his inventory on the cruise ship.

Anyway, he will soon be able to get a steady stream of raw materials to extinguish the flame of civilization before the countries of the world react.

The phone rang, Tanaka answered the phone, and said with a smile.

"You missed the appointment and tested me with a very boring trick."

“…… We have to make sure we're not dealing with the U.S. military. "The voice on the other end of the line was dark.

"It doesn't matter, I have a lot of time. What do you think? Interested? ”

"This is the T-virus?" The voice on the other end of the phone smacked of excitement.

If you bring this virus to New York, Washington, D.C., ...... Shabab will undoubtedly be the most powerful and influential terror after the base. Organization! The whole world will lie dormant under their terror and listen to the teachings of the true God.

"Because it's an improved type, I'm going to call him TT virus." Tanaka said with a chuckle.

"How much are you going to sell?"

"I don't sell for money." Tanaka shook his head.

“…… So what do you want? ”

"Do me a favor, there is a salt factory near Hudur, that's Mr. Zhu's property, right? Including his tea plantation in Ethiopia, help me get it. As many viruses as I refine, I will divide half of you. ”

"Deal!"

……

At the entrance of the hospital at the Crescent Island Military Base, Garrett hugged his wife and daughter, and then walked over to Jiang Chen, who was standing under the coconut tree.

"Congratulations, Mr. Garret."

Looking at Garret, Jiang Chen smiled and opened his hands and hugged him.

Letting go of Jiang Chen, Garrett moved his neck and said teasingly.

"Congratulations, Mr. Jiang Chen. You've got a loyal hound. ”

Having said that, Jiang Chen could clearly see a look of gratitude in his eyes.

"Please don't belittle yourself so much, I've never treated my men like hounds." Jiang Chen said with a smile, "How is the new body?" How's it going? ”

"It's great, it's like a new lease on life." Garrett punched himself in the chest and let out a solid, muffled sound, "The musculature is also a lot stronger than before, and I feel like I can fight Captain America now." ”

"Chris Evans won't want to fight you, he's capable of it in the movies." Jiang Chen smiled, and then restrained the expression on his face, "That's the joke here, time is pressing, your first mission has come." ”

"Always ready to go." Garrett is on the right path.

"Very good, you have three days to familiarize yourself with your body and practice some high-tech weapons."

"What about in three days?"

"I need you to go to Somalia."

"Target?"

"Anti-narcotics."

"The opponent is a drug dealer? It's easy. Garrett whistled.

Jiang Chen smiled and shook his head.

"The opponent is the one who blew you to the ground, and the culprit who unleashed the T-virus."

Garrett was stunned, his eyebrows raised, his fists slammed together, and the corners of his mouth twisted into a fierce grin.

"It's amazing, I have to beat him so much that he doesn't even recognize the."

"Find him, catch him, kill him if you can't catch him, kill him again if he is resurrected, and kill him until he doesn't move anymore. That's your mission brief, and I've sent more specifics to your chip. ”

Jiang Chen clicked on the watch in his left hand.

Garrett paused for a moment, visible only to himself, as a series of streams flickered across his retina, unfolding in front of him into a three-dimensional mission briefing.

It's like wearing Google Glass, except that the AR device is implanted directly in his cerebral cortex, not an external prop.

Including the intelligence of the T-virus, Tanaka's abilities, and the secrets about the Black Ship, all the intelligence collected by the ghost agents about the Black Ship Organization was shared in the back of his brain.

After browsing the mission briefing, Garrett looked at Jiang Chen solemnly.

"I will."

"Ghost agents will provide you with support, and if necessary, Aurora-20 will do, good luck." Jiang Chen patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave-

(Sorry.,Something happened yesterday and only three chapters came out.,Put it tomorrow to break out together qaq) (To be continued.) )