South Sudan.

Airspace!

"Mr. Moulton!"

"Mr. Moulton!"

“……”

Baker, who was sleeping on the big bed of the plane, opened the door and looked at the man who knocked on the door outside, and he didn't know if it was an agent.

The man was about thirty years old, and the first thing he said was Baker.

"Mr. Moulton, we've got ten minutes to get to our destination, so it's time for you to get ready."

“…… What to prepare? ”

"Skydive!"

"Hah!"

The man smiled apologetically at Baker and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Moulton, because it was a temporary take-off, we didn't have an air permit, so we couldn't land at Juba Airport. ”

The corners of Baker's mouth twitched.

That damn bastard, is he finally going to break his bottom line, you can't do it, I'm going to take a commercial flight bastard.

Ten minutes later.

Baker skydiving.

Below is the long White Nile.

The wind is howling.

Drilling into the clouds, Baker directly took the bamboo dragonfly, and then entered a stealth state, expressionless and tried his best to restrain his emotions and flew towards Juba, the capital of South Sudan, which was still thirty kilometers away from this destination.

Whether it's Baker Morton or Jairo Moulton, smuggling, this is the first time in his history.

And it's especially a smuggling in broad daylight!

Baker had made up his mind, he was going to draw a line with that bastard, and in the future, he would be separated and happy......

Half an hour later.

Baker walked out of a small alley in Juba with a blank face.

After walking out of the alley, the crowd was buzzing, and everywhere Baker saw, he suddenly had a dream back to the picture of the market when he was a child.

South Sudan is one of the least developed countries in the world, with a serious lack of infrastructure and social services such as roads, water and electricity, health care, education, etc., and basically relies on imports for goods.

What the?

South Sudan was only formed in 211?

The devil knows, anyway, here, South Sudan has been there since ninety-nine years, and as for Mao, Baker doesn't bother to care, after all, under normal circumstances, Baker doesn't come here.

into the eyes.

The roads are potholed and waterlogged.

Submit.

On his feet are handmade crocodile leather shoes worth 10,000 US dollars.

Long.

Baker looked at the time on his watch, and at half past three in the afternoon, he sighed, found a random direction, and then disassembled the disposable phone in his hand.

The phone is connected.

"What about people?"

"Who?"

Beck held back his anger and said to his good friend on the other side of the phone, who was suspected of being unfavorable: "What do you say? ”

The friend over there haha, "Wait...... Pregnant. ”

Baker listened to a hotel that broke out on the other side of the phone, and after going back to you to settle the account, he directly pressed the phone and threw it to the side.

A little guy saw it, and went up to shoot it, and then it became a game of beating between children.

Baker turned his head to look at it, and his eyes lit up.

Ten minutes later.

A little guy with blue skin and a swollen face led Baker to a large three-story high-end hotel with local characteristics, and the little guy looked up at Baker and opened his mouth and said, "This is it, sir!" ”

Baker kept his promise and handed over the hundred dollars in his hand: "Thanks, little one. ”

No doubt.

The hundred dollars in this guy's hand will also be robbed again by the group of little guys who follow behind.

But that's not about Baker.

Entered the hotel.

The official language of South Sudan is English, but in a country that has fallen into such a state, it is clear that the official narrative is good, and most of the natives still speak Arabic.

Juba is the capital and a little better.

After all, the whole country, and only one Juba, can be regarded as having all the things that outsiders need to travel here.

But......

Baker didn't come for tourism either.

Click.

Baker snapped two golden Franklin knives at the front desk, and a picture of James Collip at the young lady at the front desk: "Room number, thank you." ”

The young lady with local style glanced at James Colip in the photo, then quietly put away the two Franklins and handed Baker a key with 3001 written on it.

Baker smiled at the young lady and said thank you.

The young lady was very polite.

Third floor.

No. 3001.

Baker stood in the doorway, tilted his head, thought about it, or decided to go the normal way, knocking on the door to say hello.

After all, he came here this time to ask about things, not to kill people.

So......

Although South Sudan's economy is not good, because of this, it is still a good place to see the scenery, so it can be solved through dialogue or try to solve it through dialogue.

The door opens.

James Collip appeared at the door.

Baker raised an eyebrow.

Why is it black again? Doesn't the photo look quite white, and are all the ID photos that Langley gives to employees with beautiful faces?

Baker took out the photo from his arms, and then looked back and forth with the real person in front of him with some suspicion.

James Collip frowned.

Especially when he saw Baker take out a photo and look at him, he was stunned for a moment, and then pulled out his gun and shot in the next second.

"Boom!"

Baker held the photo in one hand, and the other hand turned directly on his pistol at the moment when James just took out the pistol and opened the safe, and after unloading his pistol on the spot, it hit James's neck directly.

James fell backwards and hit the floor hard.

Baker looked down at the falling pistol parts on the ground and shook his head, why did someone always like to guide things down the road of complication and violence, when he wanted to settle it peacefully.

No wonder the earth does not have peace for a day.

Bang.

Baker thought so, and when he entered the door, he pulled it up on his toes without looking back, and with a flick of his right hand, he slowly took out the hateful gun he had put on the silencer.

And then......

Baker kicked James into the corner, squatted down, took out the secretly photographed woman from his arms and looked at James: "Ten seconds, tell me my name!" ”

said.

Baker looked down and took off his glasses, revealing his true face.

Since James Collip is Langley's agent, he should also know about Hairo Moulton.

Really.

James Collip looked at Baker as he took off his sunglasses, and his eyes shrank and shouted the code name.

“Hero！”

"Correct."

Baker looked at James Colip with a smile on his face, and it was very easy to know him: "Ten seconds, name!" ”

James looked at Baker in the photo and pointed the position with the muzzle of the gun, which was very familiar, and the woman who had just taken the photo said directly: "Andy! ”

Baker frowned: "Just the name?" ”

James nodded kindly: "Yes, I only know her name." ”

Baker glanced at James: "Address!" ”

James shook his head.

Baker's eyes shrunk.

James......

Dangerous!