"It doesn't matter, there is a powerful barrier outside the sealing area, and there is usually no accident to break out."

Takagi replied steadily, looking at the thick dark clouds outside the window, and said, "However, the alien creatures staring at us inside are not hindered by the barrier."

The handsome Renren Aono smiled, "There are also some routes that use this kind of thing as a selling point, saying that it is a dangerous route that attracts curious travelers to spend a lot of money."

"Oh."

Shiraishi nodded, not paying attention to his gaze in the dark clouds.

Hanama Ju on the side couldn't stand the leisurely conversation between the three of them, and she was uncomfortable and wanted to hang up, and said loudly, "Give me a bottle of wine......

"Can you still drink like this?"

Shiraishi's eyes were full of suspicion.

Her skin used to be a healthy snow-white skin, but occasionally a little pink added by exercise, making it fairer and more delicate, and now it became sickly pale.

Even the punk-style costume on her body can't add to her rebelliousness, similar to a soft hedgehog, without the slightest deterrent.

Gao Mujiao handed the wine forward and said, "You take the bag, she wants to vomit nine times out of ten."

"I'm just drinking to relieve the boredom of the journey."

Hanama Ju is strong all her life, and she will never admit that she has weaknesses, and she tries to show her fierce temperament with a raised brow and round purple cherry eyes.

But it only makes people feel cute and want to touch their heads.

Shiraishi believed Takakikaku's words and took out the bag used in the first-class cabin to hold vomit.

"You don't underestimate my perseverance!

」

Hanamaju was suddenly furious, took the wine in his hand, and wanted to prove that he was not false at all, so he took a sip.

"Gwoon~"

She threw up.

Shiraishi helped to put it in the bag and comforted, "There is no need to be shy, there is a desire to vomit, which means that this desire is stronger than your body, which is a normal reaction."

Comfort didn't work, and the chrysanthemum that had vomited turned directly to the side, not daring to look at them at all, and her earlobes became red.

Damn, shameful to death, one second to say that kind of thing, the next second to ......

Hurry up and get me to my destination!

……

Under the mind of Hanama Ju, the plane arrived in Banjul, the capital of Gambia.

It was twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

Departing at 11 a.m. and arriving at 12 a.m., it is not only an hour's journey, but the time zones of the two are different.

Japan is the East Kowloon Zone, and Gambia is the Zero Time Zone.

The planes landed at Banjul Yundum Airport, which was deserted compared to the spaciousness of the runway.

With her feet on the land, the chrysanthemum changed from a frosted eggplant to a somewhat wilted eggplant, and she stretched a big lazy waist towards the sun.

The T-shirt printed with the skull naturally rises, revealing a slightly seductive belly.

"It's a nice day!"

Hanama Ju is full of smiles and chooses to forget what happened on the plane.

It's also her habit to put things aside that she doesn't want to remember.

Shiraishi didn't pierce it, and echoed, "yes, it's been a long time since I've seen such a clear blue sky."

Banjul is the capital of The Gambia, but people who want to seek the bustling atmosphere of the capital from here are absolutely disappointed, completely large villages.

And this big country is still compared with those countries in Europe, and in a certain large eastern country, it is at most a medium rural level.

After all, the Gambia is the result of the British and French casually drawing on the map.

The long stick-shaped countries on both sides of the Gambia River naturally cannot have any good development.

The backwardness of the country makes the sky here blue and clear, with a washed beauty.

Hanama put her hands down and said with a smile, "The local residents are really welcoming, and they want to welcome us as soon as they land."

Shiraishi was a little surprised, "We're being watched?"

"Well, I'm very sensitive."

Hanama raised her head, and said with a somewhat proud expression: "Let's go separately, Shiraishi and I will go to the presidential palace, Takagi and Aono, you will entertain the people who are watching us, and ask who is behind the ghost."

"Hmm." Takagi Kok did not refuse the arrangement.

He and Aono Lian fought in close combat and attacked from a distance, just to make up for each other's shortcomings.

In the words of Hanama Ju, Beichen Xindaoliu is the least afraid of group beatings, and if there is a wet nurse by his side, he can also make up for the shortcomings of being yin.

"Action!"

She waved her hand.

Xiao Hei, who was monitoring the airport with a telescope, suddenly found that the four people who were in sight disappeared, "?!"

Before Xiao Hei's mind could turn, one hand blocked all the vision of the telescope, and fluent English sounded, "Who arranged for you to watch here?"

The little black head turned to the side, and the man who had been watching had already appeared beside him, his bare head reflecting the shining sunlight, and his eyes were extremely sharp, like sunlight piercing dark clouds, making it impossible to look directly.

"I, I don't understand what you're saying."

Xiao Hei shook his head in denial.

Takagi squeezed the telescope with his hand and said, "It seems that you need some time to think."

"Leave it to me."

A smile appeared on Aono Ren's face, "I'm the best at helping people think."

……

The presidential palace of the Gambia is considered a luxurious building in this capital.

The beige walls and door-like windows are rectangular as a whole, with the Gambian flag standing in the center.

The exterior was surrounded by a high iron fence, and then, gone.

Rather than being vigilant, the defenses are quite affordable, with benches for casual lounging outside the palace, beautiful lawns and tall coconut trees.

"I don't think it's a presidential palace, but a boss villa with a little money."

Shiraishi complained.

Due to the blazing midday sun, there were hardly any people in the vicinity of the presidential palace, and there were no guards on duty at the gate.

"That's the way small countries are." Hanama is not surprised, the entire Gambian police and gendarmerie combined are about 1,000 people.

As for the transcendents, in such a small country, the number of transcendents will not be large.

Hanama easily climbed over the iron fence and strode inside.

Shiraishi followed, "But no one stopped him, isn't it too lax?"

"It's normal, if you've ever watched the wars in small African countries, you'll understand what a good matchmaking mechanic is."

Slack guards?

Assassins are also lazy, who would do assassination on such a hot day.

As for not being an assassin in the land of Africa, it is a dimensionality reduction strike, and it doesn't matter whether you are vigilant or not.

Anyway, I can't prevent it.

"......" Shiraishi was speechless.

Hanama jumped in from the open window, and there was a sound of Karma under her feet.

Bang!

The mines buried underneath detect the change in weight and explode directly, thus detonating the remaining mines.

The presidential palace in The Gambia is like a fortress made of sand, allowing the bear child to sit down and collapse directly.

Great earthquake tremors.

Thick dust rises, and occasional flames peep out from within.

"Ahem."

Hanama Ju waved his hand and stepped out of the dust, not hurt, but it made people feel unhappy with their calculations, "Damn, damn bastard."

"I said there was a problem."

Shiraishi said slowly.

Hanama's face turned red, and she defended loudly, "How could I have thought that they would actually want to up with mines?!"

"Damn, I still underestimate their rank."

Her face was full of anger, "Let's hide first and see if anyone comes to check."

"Uh, they don't really think they can blow us up with mines, do they?"

Shiraishi was also unsure, choosing to leave with her from the scene, to

The top floor of a building outside the presidential palace monitors the area.

With such a big explosion in the presidential palace, the nearby residents naturally did not remain indifferent and ran out to see the excitement.

A large group of people who seemed to be charred gathered, and Shiraishi couldn't recognize who was who, and always felt that all the sunspots were printed in one mold.

If there is a difference, it is the gender of tall, short, fat and thin, and male and female.

"Ah, there's someone, that's a gendarme, right?"

Bai Shi pointed with his hand, and there were obviously people in the crowd who were different from the others, and seemed to have the word elite written on their faces, looked inside, and chose to retreat.

"Do you want to catch him?"

"I'm not interested in these small fish, so I can catch big fish if I want to." A smile appeared on Hanama's face.

……

Gurbin Tarantino is an active-duty soldier from the Gambia, from an average family background, and has graduated from primary school.

Compared with those soldiers who don't even know a word, it's quite a high degree of education.

Because of this, he was deeply relied on by his superiors in the army, and important tasks would be entrusted to him.

For example, the task of planting a mine in the presidential palace and observing the explosion of the mine fell to him.

To be honest, he did not understand at all why his superiors wanted to blow up the presidential palace, such a luxurious house, where the president did not want to live, could also be used as a barracks.

But the reason for the decision of the superior never needed to tell Xiaobing, he could only obediently perform his duties, watching such a big explosion scene, the person who entered was estimated to be dead.

Gurbin left the crowd and trotted through the familiar streets, passing through complex circles.

He didn't find any signs of being followed, so he really returned to the house where his superiors were, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Cuckoo Bugu ~ Major General Rob, it's me."

The cuckoo cuckoo in front is a cipher sign, indicating that there is nothing wrong.

The door was opened, and a big old black looked out vigilantly, but found no one, and said sideways, "Come in."

"Yes." Gurbin replied and walked inside.

The main door closed, and two figures landed outside the window, eavesdropping on the conversation inside.

Rob said up, "Did anyone die?"

Gurbin nodded, and said in a tone of extreme affirmation, "Well, it's dead."

"Oh."

Rob touched his chin with his hand, the president is really a coward, he listened to him earlier, and if he stayed to meet the enemy, why would he want to escape from the capital.

Tsk, the country still needs people like him to save it.

It's time for a coup d'état!

"Well done, I'll tell the president about your exploits, go down."

Rob waved the subordinate back.

"Yes!" Gurbin replied excitedly, giving a fairly standard military salute.

Unlike those lazy soldiers, he still tried hard to practice his standing posture for at least five minutes, even if he wanted to climb up.

Rob saw him leave the room and started watching adult movies.

？ Hanama quietly probed, confused by this operation, didn't she generally report the situation to the top?

Just when she was confused, she found that Rob wanted to call, and immediately realized that this big black still has some ability and knows how to use this voice to cover up his true purpose.

She pricked up her ears, squeezed the noise out of her head, and listened intently to what the big black was saying.

Shiraishi looks at the TV screen, and the film is a black and white battle.

"Hey, Lona, are you free at home? Come here."

Lorna? Codename, Hanama Ju thought thoughtfully, squatted down again, and found that Shiraishi was still staring inside, patting his ass with his hand, and expressing disdain with his eyes.

Shiraishi spread out his hand with an expression of what you wanted.

Hanama Ju glared and said that you were clearly watching, and he quickly shook his head and patted his chest to prove his pure personality.

……

Squatted outside and listened for more than ten minutes.

Hanama Ju's face is hot and dry, and the transcendent is also a woman.

Normal physiological responses cannot

Avoid, red fluttering cheeks like freshly washed cherries, full of delicious sweetness.

She could only comfort herself in her heart that it was too hot.

Waiting for the sound of the door opening came, Hanama Chrysanthemum's mind finally found a transfer point, and quickly pricked up his ears to listen to the conversation.

"Lorna, my darling, quick, I can't wait."

!

Hanama saw that Lorna was not a code name at all, she was completely Rob's mistress, and seeing that the two sides were about to roll, her remaining patience was consumed.

Bang! Raise your palm and slap the window frame, and the shattered frame smashes directly into the TV screen playing black and white films.

There was a snap, and the sound of the TV suddenly stopped.

Hanama Ju climbed through the window and said in fluent English, "Fake, don't you bastard know how to report the results to your superiors?"

"Who are you?" The woman asked first, with a strong hostile look in her eyes.

Rob wasn't that stupid, and there wasn't such a white woman in The Gambia, "You're not dead?

Damn, that guy dared to lie to me!"

"Who is she?"

Lorna wanted to attack, probably thinking it was the new mistress.

Rob felt an uncontrollable irritability in his heart, grabbed her neck with both hands, twisted it directly, and roared, "I'm going to kill that liar!"

Hanama frowned.

Something is wrong, if you are extraordinary, it is normal to break someone's neck with one blow, and if ordinary people want to do it, it is not a simple thing.

Rob casually threw away the woman who had softened, and his mood became more and more irritable, and a low roar of filial piety came out of his mouth.

The body gradually changes, and the tan porcupine sideburns emerge from the surface of the body.

The body is two and a half meters tall, the limbs are a few points thicker than the thighs of a two-hundred-pound Hercules, and the mouth is full of wild boar fangs.

"Monsters?!"

Hanama Ju's face was full of surprise, and she asked again, "What's the matter with you?"

"People have become monsters, speaking of which, I seem to have seen ...... before."

Shiraishi touched his chin, trying to remember where he had seen it.

"This is the hope of the Gambia, and I will not let anyone destroy it!"

Rob growled.

If the mines are useless, then let him solve them himself.

Unlike the cowardly president, he is a general who dares to fight!

"Stupid." Hanama Ju understands a little in her heart, I'm afraid it's not a nest-building monster, but a person who has become a monster.

[In view of the general environment,

This kind of power is not something that The Gambia can possess, and nine times out of ten it is used as a test by others.

"Who made you like this?"