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Mogadishu is the capital of the Somali Republic. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Although it is only 200 kilometers from the equator, Mogadishu's climate is not hot, but rather cool, and it is a famous scenic spot in Somalia.

It is a city with white tones, rows of ancient Arab castles towering, and mosques representing Islamic religious culture interspersed from time to time. It looks clean and beautiful.

On the Avenue of the Republic, seven figures appeared. Of the seven men, four men and three women, six were Oriental faces.

It's not far from Mogadishu's embassy quarters, and the constant stream of pedestrians on the road doesn't show much surprise at the crowd. As the capital and scenic destination of Somalia, there are countless tourists from all over the world. In particular, in the past two years, Somali pirates have become famous. Some adventurous people are particularly interested in the East African country of Somalia. The number of tourists visiting Mogadishu has skyrocketed, generating significant revenue for the financially troubled Somali political axe.

Li Mo is not here to visit Mogadishu this time. He's got down to business. Otherwise, with the several major events that the Star Organization is currently facing, where will Li Mo have time to come to Mogadishu.

Before leaving Huaxia, Li Mo had considered that this time he would not come to Somalia for a few days and leave. It's about taking root here. Then a legitimate identity is a must. This time I came to Mogadishu to use the identity of a Chinese investor to make contact with Mogadishu's central government in the name of investment. and thus became a Somali citizen. Become a legitimate Somali citizen.

"The scenery here is so beautiful, but there is a little bit of a flaw!" Tang Ya, who was walking behind Li Mo, suddenly sighed.

From the tall strips of trees that line the streets, to the clean and tidy grounds. From pedestrians dressed in different clothes to hawkers shouting gold and silver products at the entrance of the alleys. All of them interpret the beauty of prosperity in this tranquility.

Li Mo, who was casually watching the scenery around him, couldn't help but stop his eyes under a lush tree in front of him on the left. There, four Somali men were gathering and talking in low voices. From time to time, there was a burst of suppressed laughter.

All four of them were wearing half-length or camouflage uniforms, and carried a sixty-percent new AK rifle on their shoulders or chests. They also have an official name - the Somali Political Axe Army. Of course, this is only in name, and in fact the contradictions within the Mogadishu faction have long been made public. The contradictions between the political axes composed of literati and the military bigwigs who hold real power, and so on, have brought a dark cloud to this quiet and beautiful city.

Many discerning people have seen the oppressive stormy atmosphere beneath this quiet city. These elites have the heart to save Somalia, but because of their indiscretions, they have to look at the sky. Aren't there any discerning people among these political bigwigs and military real power figures? Of course. But the great allure of power, many capable people in ancient and modern times have done many regrets for it. But even so, for the sake of greater power, there are still many people who use all kinds of shoddy means in order to have it. Regret is also a matter of the future, at least for the time being, and you can enjoy the great pleasure of power, right?

"They're here too!" Fan Qingqing said with a slight hesitation. After all, Somalia is not the same as China. In China, it is rare for ordinary people to see heavily armed soldiers appear in public. But this is Somalia, one of the most chaotic countries in Africa, and anything is possible.

"I just think they're ruining the scenery! It wouldn't be a great place without them! Tang Ya muttered with a pout.

"Bang bang bang......" Just as she finished speaking, there was a burst of gunfire in the alley on the right, followed by a scalp-numbing scream that broke through the alley and spread into the street.

When Li Mo and the seven people heard the gunshots, they immediately stopped. The four Meteor team members who followed behind Li Mo quickly took a few steps forward and surrounded Li Mo faintly in the center. Staring at the mouth of the alley where the gunshots came.

When the four soldiers chatting under the tree heard the gunshots, they immediately shouted a few times, quickly raised the rifles on their chests and waists, and ran towards the alley.

Pedestrians on the road, except for first-time visitors, all locals naturally run to the side of the road, lean against the wall, or find a bunker to lean into. A few young people even looked at the alley with their heads probed.

In the eyes of everyone, a young man with a backpack ran out of the alley, and in the hands of this black man, he also carried an old rifle.

The wide-eyed, hideous-faced young man ran to the street, and his face changed when he saw the four soldiers rushing this way. Raising his gun and shooting at the servicemen without looking. Then he turned around and went into the alley again.

Because of the gunfire just now, the pedestrians on the road had already scattered and ran away. The young man didn't hit anyone. His real purpose was to suppress the soldiers who rushed over. Give him a chance to leave.

As the young man had suspected, the four Somali political axemen noticed that he was lying on the hot concrete pavement when he raised his gun to shoot. By the time they came to their senses, the young man who had fired the shot was long gone.

After the four soldiers chased the young man into the alley, the street resumed its previous noise.

"Xiaoya. You said that without these soldiers, the robber just now would have succeeded. Fan Qingqing quipped at the stunned Tang Ya.

Unconvinced, Tang Ya couldn't help but retort, "What's the use of them? Didn't that young man run yet? ”

Just as she finished speaking, there was another violent gunshot in the alley. After Li Mo waited for a few minutes. The four soldiers who chased in dragged a man out of the alley. On the ground behind them, a trail of crimson blood reflected in the sunlight.

This time it was not only Fan Qingqing, but even Li Mo laughed. This Tang Ya's luck is too back. The truth always seems to work against her. As soon as she finished speaking, reality gave her a 'resounding slap in the face'.

Looking at Tang Ya, who was pale, and Fan Qingqing, who was smiling, Li Mo shook his head helplessly and said, "Let's go." Go straight to the Municipal Axe Building! ”

As Somalia's Transitional Minister of Industry, Hashim is tasked with providing more and more favourable conditions for Somalia's stagnant industry. Attracting domestic and foreign companies to enter Somalia. This work seems simple, but only when you are in your position can you know the difficulties and helplessness. Hashem, who has always referred to himself as a descendant of Muhammad, has not been blessed by Allah in the recovery of Somali industry.

Since the outbreak of the Somali civil war in 91, the already weak Somali industry has been destroyed by the war, and the economy has completely collapsed. Today's Somalia has long been unable to find a decent industry. Contradictions at home and abroad in Somalia have gradually discouraged the once ambitious Hashem. He went to work every day to be worthy of his 12 million Somali shillings, or $600 a month.

That afternoon, Hashem, who had just taken a nap, had not yet washed up. The door to the office was slammed open by the secretary he didn't like. After the panicked secretary rushed in, he didn't seem to notice how rough his behavior was just now, pointing to the door with his mouth wide open and whining for a long time without saying a word.

"Ali, if you can't give me a satisfactory reason. You're afraid you're going to have to leave this $100 job. Hashem said coldly, suppressing his anger. In Somalia, where the annual GDP per capita is only $150, a monthly salary of $100 is very high. It's taller than the so-called gold collar. If Somalia had a gold collar.

The young secretary Ali was in a hurry when he heard this, and he stammered and couldn't speak. The dark forehead was immediately covered with sweat. He had never hated himself like this at this moment. I can't even explain it.

Hashem's brow furrowed slightly. He didn't expect the secretary to hear his words and still stand there pointing out the door. Doesn't he need this job anymore? It shouldn't be like that. It's a job that's enough to blow the heads out of most Somalia. How could Ali not care?

There's definitely a reason for that! The descendants of the prophets cannot be unreasonable. Hashem soothed the anger in his heart. With a calm face, he asked softly, "Ali, speak slowly." What the hell is going on? ”

The young secretary gave Hashim a grateful look. In an instant, I felt that the stuff in my throat was gone.

"Minister, there are a few Orientals outside. They offered to see you! Ali finally said this sentence with all his might. After saying this, he felt a sense of relief in his body.

"Orientals? Want to see me? Hashem said silently, and asked suspiciously, "Are you sure that some Orientals have come out and want to see me?" ”

"No...... Be...... Not Oriental......"

"Are you an Oriental? You can't even tell the difference between that, do you? Hashim finally knew why he didn't like the secretary. It's too stupid, and it's too unstable. I can't say a word. He wondered why he had taken a fancy to him and made him his secretary in the first place.

Ali's face changed slightly, and he paused in fear before explaining, "Minister, they are not all Orientals, there is also a Westerner!" ”

Oriental? Westerner? What is this? Hashem couldn't help but be even more confused.

The surname Suo is too lazy to care about whether the people outside are Easterners or Westerners. Impatiently asked, "Why are they seeing me?" ”

"I ...... I do not know. Ali's face turned pale again, and he replied hesitantly. He was also in a hurry just now, and when he heard those Orientals asking to see the minister, he rushed in in a hurry. Only now did I realize that I didn't know what those people were doing. This is also to blame for the fact that the Somali Ministry of Industry is a weak ministry in the Interim Political Axe. The kind that often has nothing to do for days on end. Ali has not received any foreigners. So I will be a little anxious to see those Easterners and Westerners.

Hashim glared at Ali fiercely, he had become completely disappointed in the secretary. Waving his hand, he said, "In ten minutes, you'll invite those people in." "It doesn't matter what the people out there mean. Since others have pointed out that they want to see him. Hashim, who had always been at ease, planned to meet the group of Easterners and Westerners.

Ten minutes later, Hashim, who had finished washing, was in his office and finally saw someone coming. The leader was a young Oriental, and looking at the momentum of the other party's walking, he excluded Yuben and Korea. As Minister of Industry, even as Minister of Industry of Somalia, Hashim has received many delegations from Hashim and South Korea. Learn about the surname behavior of those Orientals. Either arrogant and arrogant eyes look at the sky, or grovel eyes look at the ground. And the young Oriental man walked, although very casually, but Hashim felt a looming momentum with him. This kind of momentum looks neutral and peaceful, but it is faintly overbearing. It's definitely not something that a Korean or a Korean can have.

(To be continued)