The fiery sunset stained the desert and barren land at the foot of the mountain, and a scrawny black man with an equally skinny and a small belly barefoot boy drove a herd of goats slowly to the distant mountain village under the setting sun.

"Most of the pirates in Somalia embarked on this murderous and violent path because of poverty, they spent a lot of ransom money in the local area, they built huge villas, bought imported expensive cars, opened hotels, and distributed a part of the harvest to the poor people, so it is not only shameful to be a pirate in the local area, but also a hero in the eyes of local residents and refugees, and it is a profession that they aspire to......"

Looking at the black and thin back gradually moving away, Zhang Weidong couldn't help but think of the situation in Somalia that Tang Guohe had told him along the way, and also remembered the desolation and barrenness he saw along the way, with a trace of complicated eyes in his eyes.

Originally, he came with a murderous intention, and was about to uproot the "Puntland Guard", a pirate gang that even his student father dared to hijack, but this original momentum of murder was gradually weakened along the way.

Retracting his gaze from the two black men and the flock of goats that had gradually disappeared into the distance, Zhang Weidong looked at the small town of El, which was known as the "hometown of pirates".

This is a bustling town rarely seen in Somalia, the port is full of boats, speedboats and even luxury yachts, and most of the houses in the town are very dilapidated, but they are one after another, showing the prosperity of the town.

Among them, there is a building that covers an area of at least four or five thousand square meters, including the courtyard, which stands out from the crowd among the dilapidated houses.

At the entrance of the courtyard stood a black man with a loaded gun. The pectoral muscles bulged high, and you could feel the fierce aura on them from a distance.

"Mr. Zhang, that's where the headquarters of the 'Puntland Guard' is located, and the last time we came, the hostages of the 'Tianfeng' freighter were held in the single-story gray-and-white building at the west end. Tang Guohe put down the binoculars in his hand, pointed to the building in the distance and said, after speaking, Tang Guohe turned his head and looked at Zhang Weidong with a gaze full of awe.