In the world, Somalia, Mogadishu.
A man in a leather jacket carried his suitcase and walked out of the airport with a meteor stride.
The towering nose bridge is surrounded by round-frame sunglasses, and the cut-cut face looks a bit tough, which makes people feel that this guy is not easy to mess with!
Standing outside the airport, Garrett looked around the crowded streets and reached out to press the headset.
This is Garet, and has arrived at Mogadishu Airport...received.
Just like playing video games, blue road signs directly appeared in his sight, marking the mission location.
Shet, this thing is really convenient.
Garret murmured to himself, his eyes locked in the direction of his destination, passed through the crowd, and walked straight towards the blue signpost.
After walking straight through a street, he turned into a hotel run by a local. He did not go to the front desk to check in, but went straight upstairs.He stopped at the door of Room 503 and gently pushed the door down.
The door is open.
As Agent Ghost said, the door was not locked.
Garrett walked into the door, his boots creaked 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 then squatted down and pulled out the code box from under the bed.
Enter the password, and with a click, the box opened, revealing the Tearman rifle that emitted a painted black metallic luster, as well as orange bullets and magazines.
He poured his equipment on the bed, stuffed the rifle and drone into his travel bag, and inserted his pistol into his trouser pocket. After he finished arming, he walked out again with his suitcase.
Walking downstairs, a black man in a gray shirt snatched out 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, revealing his white teeth.
Garett nodded and waved his hand.
Take me to see your car.
OK.My name is a bit long. You foreigners are not used to calling me Nashid.
Smith.Garrett said lightly.
Smith, this is the name on his passport.
Nashid's car was parked next to the fruit stall not far from the hotel, and there were a few children gnawing on apples.
After driving the child away, Nashidra opened the car door and made a gesture to Garet.
For modified Toyota pickup trucks, welded traces can be seen in the tow box behind the car.
There is no doubt that this guy must have been a bandit or something in the past.
If you want to ask why, because Toyota pickup plus 50 machine gun is almost standard for terrorists.
After more than five years of hiding and seeking with terrorists in Iraq, Garett knew these things very well.
But at this moment he said nothing, got into the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt.
Where to go?The black driver asked, turning his head over and asking.
Hudul.
Nashid, who was about to drive, was obviously stunned.
What's wrong?Garrett asked.
It's not peaceful there, I don't recommend you to go there... It's a stronghold in Sabahpur, you should have heard that they are very unfriendly to Americans.Nashid said.
Garrett grinned.
Just take me there and let me get out of the car.
Nashid made a helpless expression.
If you insist.
Just as Nashid got in the car, a woman with a black turban drove to the desert north of Hudul.
The second-hand car was parked next to a sand dune, and the woman pulled off her disguised headscarf and threw her pure black robe on the car, revealing her pretty face and the desert-colored combat uniform that was originally covered with optical invisibility.
After getting around the car, she pulled up the trunk and took out the hidden ghost sniper rifle and drone backpack from it.
Carrying the sniper rifle on her shoulders, she opened the holographic map, confirmed the coordinates of the target salt factory and the contour lines of the surrounding terrain, and walked towards the sand dune next to her.
The small drone terminal was placed behind the dunes.She then activated the optical invisibility and advanced towards the dune.
Crawling on the sand, she set up the sniper rifle in her hand, and the crosshairs locked the salt factory hidden in the small village.
The ghostbird is already in place, waiting for offensive instructions.
……
In the laboratory of the salt factory, Tanaka connected the glass tube into a flask with transparent liquid and carefully introduced the azure blue reagent.
The moment the blue melted into the transparent liquid, a chemical reaction suddenly flashed, and the originally incompatible blue liquid beads disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The black man standing aside and watching widened his eyes and looked at the scene in disbelief.
Have you learned it?Tanaka asked with a smile.
The black man put away his surprised gaze, pretended not to hear, and looked to the side.
Don't be nervous, I know you were sent by the leader of Sabab to steal the stolen master.However, you have to be careful when configuring this virus.If you don't pay attention, you may kill everyone.
Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a brown-skinned man walked in and said two words to Tanaka in Japanese.
Here comes.
Tanaka's expression was a little surprised, but soon returned to normal, and took the glass tube from the flask and walked to another table.
It's actually here.It seems that Jiang Chen still surprised me.
How to do it?The brown-skinned man asked in a deep voice.
How many tons of bath salt are transferred to the desert?
97 tons.
Tanaka nodded with 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.
He held the flask in front of the incandescent lamp and looked at the oily luster on the liquid surface, Tanaka smiled in disbelief.
Very good, enough.
Tanaka patted his shoulder and said in English with a smile as he stuffed the flask into the black chemist's hand.
After watching 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 samples from the brown bottle over there to the flask, then place them in a Petri dish, incubate for two hours at 37°C, and the last step of the virus is completed.I went to the bathroom and then went for a meal.Don't worry, I have completed all the dangerous steps. Go and try it boldly, you can!
Leaving this sentence, Tanaka and the brown-skinned man walked out of the door, leaving behind a confused black chemist.
Did you tell him the recipe?
That's right, he won't live long anyway.Tanaka said with a smile.
In the village where the salt factory is located, including the elderly, children and women, the population is about 1,000.
Of these, 500 people are directly or indirectly related to the drug business.
With the help of Sababu, he took over Mr. Zhu's business without any effort, and now he is the boss here.
So when he walked out of the salt factory, these foolish natives looked at him with awe.
They had no sense of the man who was about to bring them death.
Walking to the Toyota pickup truck parked at the gate, Tanaka opened the car door but did not sit in it. He looked up at the dazzling sun, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he said softly.
The black ship has ushered in its last moment.Soon the whole world will remember our name, fear for it, and welcome the era of harmony in the horn of doom we sound.Sakda, do you choose to face our enemies here, or do you follow me to the end?
Is there any difference?
There is no difference, our end points are the same.
Then I choose to fight here.The brown-skinned man said in a deep voice.
A cloud covered the sunlight that was gradually sinking.
Tanaka nodded with a smile and patted his arm.
The martial arts fortune will last for a long time.
A man in a leather jacket carried his suitcase and walked out of the airport with a meteor stride.
The towering nose bridge is surrounded by round-frame sunglasses, and the cut-cut face looks a bit tough, which makes people feel that this guy is not easy to mess with!
Standing outside the airport, Garrett looked around the crowded streets and reached out to press the headset.
This is Garet, and has arrived at Mogadishu Airport...received.
Just like playing video games, blue road signs directly appeared in his sight, marking the mission location.
Shet, this thing is really convenient.
Garret murmured to himself, his eyes locked in the direction of his destination, passed through the crowd, and walked straight towards the blue signpost.
After walking straight through a street, he turned into a hotel run by a local. He did not go to the front desk to check in, but went straight upstairs.He stopped at the door of Room 503 and gently pushed the door down.
The door is open.
As Agent Ghost said, the door was not locked.
Garrett walked into the door, his boots creaked 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 then squatted down and pulled out the code box from under the bed.
Enter the password, and with a click, the box opened, revealing the Tearman rifle that emitted a painted black metallic luster, as well as orange bullets and magazines.
He poured his equipment on the bed, stuffed the rifle and drone into his travel bag, and inserted his pistol into his trouser pocket. After he finished arming, he walked out again with his suitcase.
Walking downstairs, a black man in a gray shirt snatched out 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, revealing his white teeth.
Garett nodded and waved his hand.
Take me to see your car.
OK.My name is a bit long. You foreigners are not used to calling me Nashid.
Smith.Garrett said lightly.
Smith, this is the name on his passport.
Nashid's car was parked next to the fruit stall not far from the hotel, and there were a few children gnawing on apples.
After driving the child away, Nashidra opened the car door and made a gesture to Garet.
For modified Toyota pickup trucks, welded traces can be seen in the tow box behind the car.
There is no doubt that this guy must have been a bandit or something in the past.
If you want to ask why, because Toyota pickup plus 50 machine gun is almost standard for terrorists.
After more than five years of hiding and seeking with terrorists in Iraq, Garett knew these things very well.
But at this moment he said nothing, got into the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt.
Where to go?The black driver asked, turning his head over and asking.
Hudul.
Nashid, who was about to drive, was obviously stunned.
What's wrong?Garrett asked.
It's not peaceful there, I don't recommend you to go there... It's a stronghold in Sabahpur, you should have heard that they are very unfriendly to Americans.Nashid said.
Garrett grinned.
Just take me there and let me get out of the car.
Nashid made a helpless expression.
If you insist.
Just as Nashid got in the car, a woman with a black turban drove to the desert north of Hudul.
The second-hand car was parked next to a sand dune, and the woman pulled off her disguised headscarf and threw her pure black robe on the car, revealing her pretty face and the desert-colored combat uniform that was originally covered with optical invisibility.
After getting around the car, she pulled up the trunk and took out the hidden ghost sniper rifle and drone backpack from it.
Carrying the sniper rifle on her shoulders, she opened the holographic map, confirmed the coordinates of the target salt factory and the contour lines of the surrounding terrain, and walked towards the sand dune next to her.
The small drone terminal was placed behind the dunes.She then activated the optical invisibility and advanced towards the dune.
Crawling on the sand, she set up the sniper rifle in her hand, and the crosshairs locked the salt factory hidden in the small village.
The ghostbird is already in place, waiting for offensive instructions.
……
In the laboratory of the salt factory, Tanaka connected the glass tube into a flask with transparent liquid and carefully introduced the azure blue reagent.
The moment the blue melted into the transparent liquid, a chemical reaction suddenly flashed, and the originally incompatible blue liquid beads disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The black man standing aside and watching widened his eyes and looked at the scene in disbelief.
Have you learned it?Tanaka asked with a smile.
The black man put away his surprised gaze, pretended not to hear, and looked to the side.
Don't be nervous, I know you were sent by the leader of Sabab to steal the stolen master.However, you have to be careful when configuring this virus.If you don't pay attention, you may kill everyone.
Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a brown-skinned man walked in and said two words to Tanaka in Japanese.
Here comes.
Tanaka's expression was a little surprised, but soon returned to normal, and took the glass tube from the flask and walked to another table.
It's actually here.It seems that Jiang Chen still surprised me.
How to do it?The brown-skinned man asked in a deep voice.
How many tons of bath salt are transferred to the desert?
97 tons.
Tanaka nodded with 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.
He held the flask in front of the incandescent lamp and looked at the oily luster on the liquid surface, Tanaka smiled in disbelief.
Very good, enough.
Tanaka patted his shoulder and said in English with a smile as he stuffed the flask into the black chemist's hand.
After watching 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 samples from the brown bottle over there to the flask, then place them in a Petri dish, incubate for two hours at 37°C, and the last step of the virus is completed.I went to the bathroom and then went for a meal.Don't worry, I have completed all the dangerous steps. Go and try it boldly, you can!
Leaving this sentence, Tanaka and the brown-skinned man walked out of the door, leaving behind a confused black chemist.
Did you tell him the recipe?
That's right, he won't live long anyway.Tanaka said with a smile.
In the village where the salt factory is located, including the elderly, children and women, the population is about 1,000.
Of these, 500 people are directly or indirectly related to the drug business.
With the help of Sababu, he took over Mr. Zhu's business without any effort, and now he is the boss here.
So when he walked out of the salt factory, these foolish natives looked at him with awe.
They had no sense of the man who was about to bring them death.
Walking to the Toyota pickup truck parked at the gate, Tanaka opened the car door but did not sit in it. He looked up at the dazzling sun, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he said softly.
The black ship has ushered in its last moment.Soon the whole world will remember our name, fear for it, and welcome the era of harmony in the horn of doom we sound.Sakda, do you choose to face our enemies here, or do you follow me to the end?
Is there any difference?
There is no difference, our end points are the same.
Then I choose to fight here.The brown-skinned man said in a deep voice.
A cloud covered the sunlight that was gradually sinking.
Tanaka nodded with a smile and patted his arm.
The martial arts fortune will last for a long time.
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