Chapter 53: God's Forgotten Corner

23:11 p.m.!

Three oil-filled Il-76s cut through the sky from Boryspil Airport.

Tang Dao smoked a cigarette and looked out the window, the display light on the transport plane was particularly beautiful at night, and the belly of the Il-76 contained the foundation he had laid. There are common armored personnel transporters, T-series tanks, and doe helicopters, not to mention all kinds of other firearms, if they can be sold, he can really gain a foothold.

A wave of ambition grows in his eyes!

Lao Tzu wants to be the first private hooligan!

The distance from Kiev, Ukraine to Mogadishu, the capital of Somalia, is more than 4,900 kilometers in a straight line, and if it is an empty plane, it can still fly, but now it is full of goods, and they still need to stop and refuel halfway.

After flying for nearly 13 hours, it landed at Mogadishu airport at 1 p.m. the next day.

Somalia!

One of the most chaotic countries in East Africa and the world, Somalia has been in a state of anarchy with warlords since the fall of the Siad regime. Somaliland, located in the north-west, is effectively independent from Puntland in the centre and south-west of Somalia.

However, it is also a necessary sea route for cargo ships from all over the world to enter and leave the Suez Canal, and the local people have been pirates since the 20th century due to the continuous civil war, the social and educational system has collapsed for many years. The country's pirates extort an incalculable amount of money from foreign merchant ships every year, so much so that the United Nations has launched an investigation and crackdown on the pirate bases in the country.

They even have an "indissoluble bond" with Ukraine.

After the turn of the millennium, a Ukrainian cargo ship was hijacked with 44 tanks on board!

This incident made Xiao Maozi lose his face at the United Nations.

Tang Dao grabbed the handrail in the cabin, felt the Il-76 drive slowly, turned his head to look at his employees, and finally stared at John, "Wait until you can carry the RPG, if someone below dares to mess around, I will kill him!" Perhaps thinking that his tone was a little rushed, he paused, and then continued, "Of course, we are here to do business, or it is better to value peace, I am just a businessman." ”

It is not uncommon for arms dealers to be robbed.

In 1983, the Frenchman Christine. Bernard once went to South Africa with a batch of Famas-automatic rifles produced by the French GIAT Group, this guy brought 3 security personnel, stayed in the hotel that night, and the next day the hotel exploded, including him, a total of 14 people died, that batch of goods... It's gone.

If you can get the goods without spending money, it will only take the time of a bomb.

If it was Tang Dao, he would be willing to do it.

It's an industry that doesn't have a sense of contract, and the most important thing is that Mogadishu is now actually in control, Mohammed Farah Aideed!

It's a common name, but after 1992, this guy started, snatching UN relief supplies and declaring war on the world!

The famous Black Hawk Fall was single-handedly led by him, causing the U.S. military to suffer the greatest humiliation since World War II.

Somalia is a powder keg that explodes at the slightest moment.

"You contact Gould in Namibia and say I'll hire them and get them to come as soon as possible." Tang Dao said to Robert again.

"Understood." Robert had a submachine gun around his neck and looked solemn.

Even the big-mouthed Osborne felt a pressure, the corners of his mouth raised, and he patted his pocket, and the sound of bullets sounded inside.

As the cabin door slowly opened, John and Golden Shield rushed out, and according to the plan, no one would be allowed to approach.

This Mogadishu airport was originally used by the Somali Air Force (SAC), and there was a military academy here, but after the outbreak of the civil war, everyone and equipment here were evacuated, and the government collapsed.

"Mr. Nicholas?"

A very timid shout in English, Tang Dao raised his head, and saw a middle-aged black man with glasses and a briefcase in his hand, standing very cautiously in the distance.

Tang Dao glanced at it, and the first feeling that the other party gave him was clean.

In Africa, it is not easy to dress cleanly, and generally only highly educated people take care of themselves, and I heard that Aideed often wears a military uniform because he does not know what to wear, for fear of being laughed at.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Cyril. Diul, a translator hired by Mr. Felix, asked me to wait for you at the airport. ”

Translation?

After Tang Dao looked him up and down, he nodded slowly, hooked his fingers, and motioned for him to come in. Cyril didn't know that his eyes had been glancing at the weapons held by Robert and the others, and he subconsciously held his handbag in his arms, walked over, and consciously half-bent over, "Mr. Nicholas." ”

"Look at you like you're highly educated. What did you do before? ”

"I used to be a tutor for other people." Cyril said, with a little pride, "I graduated from the School of International Relations of the African International University in Sudan. ”

The African International University of Sudan is one of the most prosperous universities in Africa, and the superintendent of the school is the president of Sudan, and the president is a high-ranking official of Sudan, so the career path of the general graduates is very bright, and the leadership of many African countries is graduated from this school.

Can... Tang Dao has never heard of it.

What are you going to tell him about Stanford, what Cambridge, and what else can he say to him, the African International University of Sudan? What is the best place in the world? In Tang Dao's eyes, this is a scumbag!

"And you're familiar with Mogadishu?"

"I've lived here for 20 years." Cyril paused.

This turned out to be a veteran lead party.

Tang Dao was much more enthusiastic all of a sudden, and handed him cigarettes, which made Cyril at a loss, "Don't worry, as long as you work hard, your share of money will not be lost to you, tell me now, what is the situation in Somalia?" ”

Cyril nodded hurriedly, speaking clearly about the situation around him, and then bringing his own opinions.

How messy is this place?

A division of Pakistan, two regiments of the US Rangers, and Brother Soy Sauce of the African Union, what a mess of garrisons add up to about 30,000 people! The forces here are the real criss-cross, but these people don't dare to jump here, because Uncle Somali Black started a civil war, so where are you so special? The one who lies on the ground is the good one.

An AK, two slippers, a vest, and a casual marksmanship!

Stunned, these elite garrisons did not dare to speak up in the local area.

"Somalia, God's forgotten corner!" Cyril shook his head in disappointment.

"Then why don't you get out of here? On your terms, you can go to a safer country. Tang Dao asked.

"I used to be a student here, my teachers trained me, but now they are all dead in the civil war, I can't give up here, Somalia has no future without education, I want to be here, so that every child can afford to go to school." As soon as he said this, Cyril's eyes lit up, clenched his fists, and looked at Tang Dao, "I can die poor here, but my motherland cannot have no future." ”

Tang Dao saw it in the other party's eyes... Faith.

It made him feel a little ashamed in his heart? Of course, the next second it was gone.

Faith?

Can you eat it as a meal?

Lao Tzu asks for money! Right!

Lao Tzu doesn't want to be pointed at and scolded as a beggar in this life.

Go to the special faith, and... Go to the future.

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