Chapter 703 Good Luck

Somalia, located at the mouth of the Gulf of Aden, is the only sea route for cargo ships from various countries to enter and exit the Suez Canal, occupying the lifeline connecting Europe and Asia. Due to the continuous civil war, the production order has collapsed for many years, and the local people have been piracy since the 20th century.

Chaos, poverty, and the proliferation of arms, this is a breeding ground for terrorism.

The occasional foreign tourist visits here, often paying hundreds of dollars for local bodyguards. These bodyguards are usually converted from pirates, and they are very clear about who they can't provoke and where they can't go. It's not cheap, but it's better than a multi-million dollar ransom.

And everything has exceptions.

Just north of Mogadishu, in the city of Beledweyne, a man with an Asian face walks alone in the streets of a slum. Under the shadows, a pair of malevolent eyes were looking at him and the travel bag on his shoulder with undisguised malice.

But when he saw him turn a corner and walk towards the house in the depths of the slum, all malicious eyes were withdrawn.

There is Shababu (Youth. Party) stronghold.

Stopping next to a relatively complete sand house, Tanaka took out his mobile phone from his pocket, confirmed the coordinates, and walked towards the door.

Pushing open the door, the originally noisy room gradually quieted down. The black man standing at the door with a rifle on his waist saw clearly the hat on the visitor's head and asked.

"Are you Tanaka?"

"That's right." Tanaka said with a smile.

"Mobile phones, and weapons." The black man stretched out his hand.

Tanaka obediently took out his mobile phone and put it in the black man's hand.

"And weapons," repeated the Negro in broken English.

"I don't have a weapon on me." Tanaka spread his hands.

The black man looked at him incredulously, then reached out to search his pockets, but apart from a passport and a few pieces of paper, he found nothing but a small bottle of perfume the size of a thumb.

"I advise you not to open it, or you may kill yourself." Seeing that the black man was about to open it and smell it, Tanaka said with a smile in Arabic, and the tone did not seem to be joking.

There was a burst of laughter from the side, apparently no one took his warning seriously.

The black grinned,

With a cruel smile, he pulled off the bottle cap in front of this person.

Just when he was about to stuff this thing into the Asian man's nostrils, the whites of his eyes were suddenly covered with bloodshot eyes, and the vitality gradually faded from the brown pupils.

His chest heaved violently, and beads of sweat dripped from the bridge of his nose and forehead to the ground.

Tanaka took the bottle from his hand casually, and then capped it.

The other people in the room looked at each other in blank dismay, not understanding the situation in front of them. A thin black boy stepped forward and patted him hard a few times. Seeing that he didn't respond, he immediately pulled out a pistol from his waist, pointed at Tanaka and said vigilantly.

"What did you do to him?"

Seeing the boy's actions, Tanaka smiled.

"You'll know right away."

"ah--!"

A scream sounded from behind, and a black man suddenly bit another black man's neck, and pressed him to the ground, bleeding all over the ground. This scene immediately frightened the companions nearby, and they all stepped forward to pull the two "scrambled" apart.

"Quickly separate them!"

"Break his arms off! Quick!"

"Ow! He bit me!"

And this sudden scene also distracted the boy who drew his gun and pointed at Tanaka, and turned his head to look back.

"Roar!"

A short low growl sounded, and no one could react. The boy standing in front of Tanaka was slammed into the wall by the black man who pulled the bottle cap earlier, and half his face was gnawed off in one bite.

"Ahh! It hurts me to death, Batilla, what are you doing! Stop it..."

The miserable howling gradually weakened, and blood splashed onto Tanaka's trouser legs.

The pistol slipped from the boy's hand and fell into a pool of blood.

As if smelling the same kind of smell from the boy, the black man stopped nibbling, turned his scarlet eyes to the other living people running around in the room, and then jumped on them.

The gunshot finally rang out, and the person who was thrown to the ground randomly pulled the trigger of the AK-47 in his hand, and swept around the house with a chug. However, none of the zombies were killed, on the contrary, many people who were still alive were killed and injured.

Blood flowed countercurrently into a river in the dark room, staining the crawling ants red.

Tanaka walked to the boy's side, picked up the pistol and the dropped mobile phone from beside him, stretched out his hand with a smile, and rubbed the boy's tangled short hair.

"Good boy, let's go."

The boy opened and closed his mouth and stared at Tanaka with horrified eyes, but he didn't pounce on it, and slowly moved his eyes away, locking on to another living person.

"Devil!" Passing under the table, a thin black man crawled towards the door in horror.

However, he failed to climb to the door, and Tanaka raised his gun and pointed it at the dark back.

"boom--!"

The man opened his eyes wide and fell into a pool of blood. The boy staggered, threw himself on his body, opened his bloody mouth, and bit down hard.

Finding a stool, Tanaka sat at the door of the room, watching the bloody scene with a smile.

On the cruise, he used up all his stock, and the 5mg in the bottle here is the last bit.

But he didn't feel bad.

Two months ago, he had already developed an improved version of the virus. Now the infected person will not only turn into a zombie, but may also evolve into a mutated version. The most important thing is that these transformed zombies will not list him as the target of predation.

These data come from tens of light-years away, all of which are the will of the black ship.

What is used on the cruise ship is inferior products, and those inferior products should have been eliminated long ago.

But it's such a pity to just throw it away, why don't we give these poor people an appetizer first. With this in mind, Tanaka used all the inventory on the cruise ship.

Anyway, he will soon be able to obtain a steady stream of raw materials, and extinguish the fire of this civilization before the countries of the world react.

The phone rang, Tanaka answered the phone, and said with a smile.

"You broke your appointment, and you tried me with a very silly trick."

"...We have to make sure that we are not dealing with the US military." The voice on the other end of the phone was very gloomy.

"It doesn't matter, I have a lot of time. How about it? Interested?"

"This is the t-virus?" The voice on the other end of the phone carried a hint of excitement.

If this virus is brought to New York, Washington... Shabab will undoubtedly become the most powerful and influential terrorist organization after Al Qaeda! The whole world will lie dormant under their terror, listening to the teachings of the true god.

"Because it's an improved version, I'm going to call him the TT virus." Tanaka said with a chuckle.

"How much are you going to sell for?"

"I don't sell money." Tanaka shook his head.

"...Then what do you want?"

"Do me a favor. There is a salt factory near Hudur. That is Mr. Zhu's property, right? Including his tea plantation in Ethiopia, help me get it. I will share half of the viruses I extract with you."

"make a deal!"

...

At the gate of the Crescent Island Military Base Hospital, Garrett hugged his wife and daughter, and then walked towards Jiang Chen who was standing under the coconut tree.

"Congratulations, Mr. Garrett."

Looking at Garrett, Jiang Chen smiled and opened his arms, hugging him.

After letting go of Jiang Chen, Garrett moved his neck and said teasingly.

"Congratulations to you too, Mr. Jiang Chen. You have obtained a loyal hunting dog."

That being said, Jiang Chen could clearly see gratitude in his eyes.

"Please don't belittle yourself so much. I have never regarded my subordinates as hunting dogs." Jiang Chen said with a smile, "How is the new body? How are you getting used to it?"

"It's great, it feels like a new life." Garrett punched himself in the chest and let out a firm muffled sound, "The muscle tissue is also much stronger than before. I feel that I can now fight with Captain America. Let's fight."

"Chris Evans won't want to fight with you, his ability is in the movie." Jiang Chen smiled, and then restrained his expression, "That's the joke, time is running out, your first A mission has come."

"Ready to go at any time." Garrett stood at attention.

"Very well, you have three days to familiarize yourself with your body and practice some high-tech weapons."

"What about three days later?"

"I need you to go to Somalia."

"Target?"

"Anti-narcotics."

"The opponent is a drug dealer? It's easy." Garrett whistled.

Jiang Chen smiled and shook his head.

"The opponent is the person who blows you into a cripple, and is also the culprit who released the t-virus."

Garrett was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows raised, his fists slammed together, and the corner of his mouth twisted into a ferocious grin.

"That's great, I'll beat him so hard he won't even recognize his mother."

"Find him, catch him, kill him if you can't catch him, and kill him again if he revives until he stops moving. This is your mission briefing, and I have sent it to your chip more specifically. up."

Jiang Chen tapped the watch on his left hand.

Garrett paused for a moment, and only he could see it. A series of data streams flickered on his retina, and a three-dimensional task briefing unfolded in front of him.

It's like wearing Google glasses, except that this ar device is directly implanted in his cerebral cortex instead of external props.

Including information about the t-virus, Tanaka's abilities, and the secrets about the Black Ship, all the information about the Black Ship organization collected by Ghost Agent is shared in the back of his brain chip.

After browsing the mission briefing, Garrett looked at Jiang Chendao solemnly.

"I will."

"Ghost Agent will provide you with support, and Aurora-20 will also support you when necessary. I wish you good luck." Jiang Chen patted him on the shoulder, turned and left.

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(Sorry, I had something to do yesterday and only coded out three chapters, let’s break it out tomorrow qaq) (To be continued.)