I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 705: Clouds over Somalia

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In this world, Somalia, Mogadishu.

A man wearing a leather jacket carried the suitcase and strode out of the airport. The high nose bridge is framed with round-frame sunglasses, and the sharpened face looks quite sturdy, which makes people feel it at a glance. This guy is not easy to mess with!

Standing outside the airport, Garrett looked around the streets, reaching for the headset and pressing it.

"This is Garrett, and has arrived at Mogadishu Airport ... received."

Like playing video games, a blue road sign directly appeared in his field of vision, marking the mission location.

"Shette, this thing is really convenient."

Mumbling to himself, Garrett ’s eyes locked on the direction of the destination, passing through the crowd and walking straight towards the blue signpost.

Straight across a street, he turned into a local-run hotel, and instead of opening a room at the front desk, he went straight upstairs. Stopped at the door of Room 503, then gently pushed the door down.

The door opened.

As the ghost agent said, the door is unlocked.

Garette walked into the door, his boots squeaking on the wooden floor. Looking around carefully, he closed the door behind him, walked straight to the bed, and took out the room card from under the pillow.

Everything is as in the mission briefing.

Grinning, he squatted down and yanked out the lockbox from the bottom of the bed.

Enter the password, click, and the box pops open, revealing the ripper rifle with black metallic luster and orange bullets and clips.

Putting the equipment on the bed, the rifle and drone stuffed into the travel bag, the pistol inserted in the trouser pocket, and after completing the armed, he took the suitcase and went out again.

Going downstairs, a black man in a gray shirt choked off his cigarette butts and came forward.

"Sir, do you need a bodyguard? For $ 400 a day, I can guarantee your safety in Somalia."

"Do you have a car?"

"Of course, in Somalia, the bodyguard is the driver." The black man smiled, showing his white teeth.

Garay nodded and waved his hand.

"Take me to see your car."

"Okay. My name is a little long. You foreigners are not used to it. You can call me Nasheed."

"Smith." Garrett said lightly.

Smith, this is the name on his passport.

Nahid ’s car was parked by a fruit stand not far from the hotel, and there were a few children eating apples.

After driving away the child, Nashidra opened the door and gestured to Garrett.

For the modified Toyota pickup, welding marks can be seen in the tow box behind the car. No doubt, this guy must have been a bandit and the like before. Ask why, because the Toyota Pickup .50 machine gun is almost standard for terrorists.

In Iraq and terrorists. The elements have been hiding cats for more than five years, and Garrett knows these things well.

But at the moment he said nothing, took the first officer seat, and fastened his seat belt.

"Where are you going?" the black driver started the car and turned his head to ask.

"Hudur."

Nahid, who was about to drive, was stunned.

"What's wrong?" Garrett asked.

"It's not too flat, I don't recommend you to go there ... there is a stronghold in Shabab, you should have heard that they are very unfriendly to Americans," Nashid said.

Garette grinned.

"You just take me there and let me get off."

Nashid made a helpless expression.

"If you insist."

Just as Nasheed got on the bus, a woman with a black headscarf drove to the desert north of Hudur.

The second-hand car was parked by a sand dune. The woman pulled off her disguised headscarf, and at the same time, she threw the pure black robe on the car, revealing a beautiful face and the original cover Desert combat uniform with optical invisibility.

After reaching the car, she pulled up the trunk and took out the hidden ghost sniper rifle and drone backpack.

Carrying the sniper rifle on her shoulder, she opened the holographic map, confirmed the coordinates of the target salt factory, and the contours of the surrounding terrain, and then walked towards the sand dunes nearby.

The small drone terminal was placed behind the dunes. She then activated the optical invisibility and moved towards the top of the dune.

Crawling on the sand, she put up her sniper rifle, and the crosshairs locked the salt factory hidden in the small village.

"The ghost bird is already in place, waiting for an offensive instruction."

......

In the laboratory of the salt factory, Tanaka inserted a glass tube into a flask with a transparent liquid, and carefully introduced azure blue reagents. The moment the blue melted into the transparent liquid, the chemical reaction suddenly flashed, and the originally incompatible blue liquid beads disappeared instantly.

The black man standing aside widened his eyes and looked at the scene in disbelief.

"Have you learned?" Tanaka asked with a smile.

The black man looked away in surprise, pretending not to hear, and turned to the side.

"Do n’t be nervous, I know you are sent by the Sabah chieftain to steal the teacher. But you must be careful when configuring this virus. If you do n’t pay attention, you may kill everyone."

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a brown-skinned man came in and said two words to Tanaka in Japanese.

"Come here."

Tanaka ’s expression was slightly surprised, but soon returned to normal, he removed the glass tube from the flask and walked to another table.

"Actually came. It seems that Jiang Chen still surprised me."

"What should I do?" asked the brown-skinned man Shen Sheng.

"How many tons of bath salt are transferred to the desert?"

"97 tons."

Tanaka nodded in satisfaction, picked up the test tube, poured a little unknown powder into it, and then poured the turbid liquid in the test tube into the flask and pressed the cork stopper.

Lifting the flask to the incandescent lamp, looking at the oily luster on the liquid surface, Tanaka laughed inexplicably.

"Very good, enough."

Put the flask into the black chemist ’s hand, Tanaka patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile in English.

"After reading it so many times, try it yourself."

The black man looked at the flask in his hand and looked at Tanaka at a loss.

"Me, what should I do?"

"Add the embryonic stem cell sample from that brown bottle over there to the flask and place it in a Petri dish and incubate at 37 ° C for two hours. The final step of the virus is completed. I go to the toilet and then Go for a meal. Rest assured, I have already completed the dangerous steps, try it boldly, you can! "

Leave this sentence, Tanaka and the brown-skinned man walked out of the door, leaving a black chemist blank.

"You told him the recipe?"

"Yes, he will not live any longer anyway." Tanaka said with a smile.

In the village where the salt factory is located, the population of the elderly, children, and women is about 1,000. Among them, 500 people are directly or indirectly related to the drug business. With the help of Shabab, he took over Mr. Zhu's business effortlessly, and now he is the boss here.

So when he walked out of the salt factory, these ignorant natives looked at him with awe.

For the man who is about to bring them to death, they have no consciousness.

Going to the Toyota pickup that was parked at the gate, Tanaka opened the door, but did not sit in. Looking up at the dazzling sun, his eyes narrowed into a slit and said softly.

"The Black Ship has ushered in the last moment. Soon, the whole world will remember our name, fear for it, and greet the era of harmony in our doomsday horn. Saqda, you Do you choose to meet our enemies here, or do you want to end with me? "

"Is there a difference?"

"There is no difference, our end point is the same."

"Then I choose to meet here." The brown-skinned man said in a deep voice.

A cloud covered the sun that was sinking.

Tanaka nodded with a smile, and photographed him.

"Forever forever." (To be continued.)