With a low muffled sound, the pirate ship [Grand Warship Bird] slowed down and finally came to a halt in a sparsely populated fishing village south of Mogadishu. Here, there are no large wharves like the Port of Mogadishu and not as many defences as the Port of Mogadishu. Yes, just a few dozen low sheds of varying heights and a few temporary settlements made of wood and stone.

Since the tonnage of the ships is not too large, the [Great Warship Bird] does not need to stop as far as those giant ships. It's just that they didn't enter the port at night, but stopped at such a remote fishing village, which more or less alarmed the residents of the village.

This is not...

Before Wang Yifan could step on the waves and go ashore, three or five heads had already appeared in a row of sheds over there. In addition, there are a few people carrying tattered oil lamps and various "long sticks".

Seeing this situation, Wang Yifan on the sea stopped, lamented the 'Heaven Swallowing Skill' on the soles of his feet, and said to himself: "Damn, I let that black man drive as far as possible, how can he still touch people... Never mind! When you get wet, you get wet... Gollum..."

Ten minutes later, Wang Yifan touched the dark offshore seabed and slowly walked up from the beach in the corner of the fishing village. It was dawn, and the vast sea behind him was accumulating energy to welcome the new sun, so that the night was even more solemn and cold.

Shaking off his wet pants and brushing the short bangs attached to his forehead, he turned over and took out his glasses and a change of clothes from the system space, and changed his appearance.

It didn't take long for the coastal lighthouse in the port of Mogadishu to stop flashing lights. The endless sea is slowly waking up from the darkness...

Miles away from the barren desert, imprinted with the glow of a golden sunrise, Wang Yifan saw the unique sunrise spectacle of Somalia: the minaret of a mosque standing above the sky, the ancient and deep Arab castle, and an entire city dominated by white.

In the morning light, Mogadishu gradually reveals its clear outline. At the same time, Wang Yifan accidentally encountered robbers.

"Da Da Da!"

Three shots were fired into the air, and a dark-skinned Somali youth reached out to block Wang Yifan's way.

“￥%……&*#@！！”

Listening to his full mouth, Wang Yifan suddenly felt worried about his itinerary in the next few days: bad luck... It's only what time in the morning, why did the Somali robbers "go to work" so early, are they going to clock in or what?! Come on! I just want to take a good look around here, and by the way, find out what is attracting me here, is it in anyone's way?

Shaking his head helplessly, Wang Yifan knew that this trouble could not be avoided no matter what. But at the moment when he had the idea of making a move, the young man with the gun suddenly asked in broken English: "Are you Chinese?" ”

Wang Yifan was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: How can you say that there is a turnaround?!

Secretly snickering, he replied word by word: "Yes! I am Chinese! ”

Hearing this, the black young man paused visibly. Three or five seconds later, he glanced at his companion left and right, and did something that made Wang Yifan's jaw drop. I saw him open his mouth and say a more lame Chinese, no, maybe the word "lame" is not enough to describe it, but it is indeed a Chinese, Chinese!!!

"Mud... Consume! Forehead... Buddhist nun... Howl? Ahem, Ne..."

Knowing the meaning, Wang Yifan was proud of Huaxia in his heart, but he couldn't bear to watch the young man continue to take detours. Then his heart was relieved, the expression on his face eased, and he interjected with a smile: "Are you trying to say 'hello'?" ”

The young man's eyes lit up, and the rifle he was holding in his right hand towards the sky was put down, and he said, "Yes!" Hello!! As he spoke, he put the gun behind his back, took the initiative to step forward, and stretched out his right hand towards Wang Yifan.

Looking at the look of anger turning into joy on their faces, Wang Yifan grinned...

After some conversation, he learned from the group of black youths that there had been a fierce exchange of fire in the southeast of Mogadishu recently, and that the two sides led by the two sides of the rebellion were the leaders of the two sides of the rebellion. What's even more coincidental is that one of the leaders is assisted by a mysterious person with the title of "devil" in the local area.

In the description of the black youth, this mysterious man is an almost invincible being. And he is extremely cold-blooded, and he does not care about human life in the slightest.

At the beginning, Wang Yifan was still very disdainful when he heard it: cold-blooded? How cold-blooded can it be, is it cold-blooded than the Lord of the Heavenly Palace who absorbs his disciple Yuan Li in the mortal realm, or cold-blooded than the red skeleton who studies people as animals in the Marvel world. But after listening, he understood. It turns out that the most cold-blooded thing about this so-called "devil" is not his means, but his contempt for life.

Legend has it that he burned alive 300 captives captured by "Lakiasso", and the reason was simply that Lakiasso made a joke. (Rakiaso, one of the local rebel leaders in Mogadishu, fictitious name)

Those few black young men persuaded Wang Yifan bitterly and wanted him to turn back. But the more Wang Yifan listened to them, the more itchy his heart became. He thought: he has a contempt for life, a strange ability, and a deadly attraction to the system. Then, this "devil" must be inextricably linked to the system, or that he does not belong to humanity at all. Otherwise, he also has a treasure on his body that is not much different from the system!

However, Wang Yifan prefers the former, because if this "devil" is also a "systematic" figure, then his vision, heart, and dreams should not be limited to Somalia. In the mouths of those black youths, this "devil" has been honestly squatting in the city of Mogadishu for several years. And if it weren't for Lakiasso, he might have remained unknown instead of becoming a rebel.

After some consideration, Wang Yifan still decided to sneak to the base camp of Lakiasso to find out what this "devil" was. So he said goodbye to the young black men and resolutely set foot on the road to Mogadishu again.

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【Mogadishu, South East Marketplace】

Da-da-da-da! Da-da-da-da!

The sound of gunfire continues to devastate this 1,200-year-old city.

From the air, there were about 300 or 400 people on both sides of the firefight. They each occupy a building, and while they keep firing bullets from their own barrels, they are also shouting, wailing, and scolding incessantly...

In the chaotic market, the corpses of people and camels can be seen everywhere. Some were lucky enough to lie quietly in the corner, except for the occasional bite from an unknown bug, barely able to save the whole body. But some of the bad ones happen to fall at the feet of a certain rebel, then they will be treated as one punching bag after another, silently devouring the bullets that come and go...