Chapter 705 Clouds Over Somalia
Now, Somalia, Mogadishu.
A man in a leather jacket walked out of the airport with a suitcase in his hands. There are round-frame sunglasses on the high bridge of the nose, and the shaved face looks a bit tough, which makes people feel at a glance that this guy is not easy to mess with!
Standing outside the airport, Garrett looked around the busy streets, reached out and pressed the headset.
"This is Garrett, has arrived at Mogadishu airport...received."
Just like playing a video game, a blue road sign appeared directly in his field of vision, marking the mission location.
"Shet, this thing is really convenient."
Muttering to himself, Garrett fixed his eyes on the direction of the destination, passed through the crowd, and walked straight to the blue road sign.
Straight across a street, he turned into a hotel owned by a local, and instead of going to the front desk to get a room, he went straight upstairs. He stopped at the door of Room 503, and then gently pushed the door.
The door opened.
As Ghost said, the door was unlocked.
Garrett walked in, his boots creaking on the wooden floor. Carefully looking around, he closed the door behind him, walked straight to the bed, and took out the room card from under the pillow.
Everything is as it was in the mission briefing.
Grinning, he then squatted down and pulled out a combination box from under the bed.
Enter the password, and with a click, the box popped open, revealing the Ripper rifle exuding a black metallic luster, as well as orange bullets and clips.
He put the equipment on the bed, stuffed the rifle and the drone into the travel bag, and put the pistol in the trouser pocket. After finishing arming, he carried the suitcase and went out again.
Walking downstairs, a black man in a gray shirt stubbed out his cigarette 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.
Garrett nodded.
with a wave.
"Show me your car."
"Okay. My name is a bit 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.
Nasheed's car was parked next to the fruit stand not far from the hotel, and there were several children eating apples sitting beside him.
After chasing the kids away, Nasheedra opened the door and gestured to Garrett to please.
A refitted Toyota pickup, traces of welding can be seen in the tow box behind the car. There is no doubt that this guy must have been a bandit before. You have to ask why, because Toyota pickups and .50 machine guns are almost standard equipment for terrorists.
Having spent more than five years playing hide-and-seek with terrorists in Iraq, Garrett knows this stuff all too well.
But at this moment, he didn't say anything, sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt.
"Where are you going?" the black driver started the car and asked, turning his head.
"Hudur."
Nasheed, who was about to drive, was obviously taken aback.
"What's wrong?" Garrett asked.
"It's not peaceful there, I don't recommend you to go there...there is Shabab's stronghold, you should have heard that they are very unfriendly to Americans." Nasheed said.
Garrett grinned.
"You just take me there and drop me off."
Nasheed made a helpless expression.
"If you insist."
Just as Nasheed got into the car, a woman in a black turban drove to the desert north of Hudur.
Parked the second-hand car beside a sand dune, the woman tore off the camouflage headscarf, and threw the pure black robe on the car at the same time, revealing a delicate face and the mask that was originally covered up. A desert-colored combat uniform with optical invisibility.
After going around to 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 shoulder, she opened the holographic map, confirmed the coordinates of the target salt factory and the contour lines of the surrounding terrain, and then walked towards the nearby sand dunes.
Small drone terminals were placed behind the dunes. She then activated optical cloaking and headed towards the top of the dune.
Crouching on the sand, she set up the sniper rifle in her hand, and locked the crosshairs on the salt factory hidden in the small village.
"The ghost bird is already in place, waiting for instructions to attack."
...
In the laboratory of the salt factory, Tanaka connected the glass tube into the flask filled with transparent liquid, and carefully introduced the blue reagent. At the moment when the blue color melted into the transparent liquid, a chemical reaction suddenly appeared, and the originally incompatible blue liquid drops disappeared instantly.
The black man who stood watching widened his eyes, looking at the scene in front of him 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 aside.
"Don't be nervous, I know you were sent by the leader of Shababu to steal the teacher. But you have to be careful when configuring this virus. If you don't pay attention, you may kill everyone."
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a brown-skinned man walked in and said two words to Tanaka in Japanese.
"coming."
Tanaka's expression was slightly surprised, but he quickly returned to normal. He removed the glass tube from the flask and walked to another table.
"It's actually here. It seems that Jiang Chen still surprised me."
"What should I do?" the brown-skinned man asked in a low voice.
"How many tons of bath.salt have been transferred to the desert?"
"97 tons."
Tanaka nodded in satisfaction, picked up the test tube, poured a little unknown rice powder into it, then poured the cloudy liquid in the test tube into the flask, and pressed the cork.
Lifting the flask in front of the incandescent lamp, looking at the oily luster on the liquid surface, Tanaka smiled knowingly.
"Very good, enough."
Putting the flask into the black chemist's hand, Tanaka patted his shoulder and spoke in English with a smile.
"After watching it so many times, try it yourself."
The black man looked at the flask in his hand and looked at Tanaka in bewilderment.
"I, what should I do?"
"Add the embryonic stem cell sample from that brown bottle over there to the flask, then put it in a petri dish, and incubate it at 37° for two hours, and the last step of the virus is completed. I'm going to the bathroom, and then I'm going to have a meal Don't worry, I have completed all the dangerous steps, try boldly, you can do it!"
After leaving this sentence, Tanaka walked out the door with the brown-skinned man, leaving behind the black chemist with a dazed face.
"You told him the recipe?"
"That's right, he won't live long anyway." Tanaka said with a smile.
The village where the salt factory is located has a population of about 1,000 including the elderly, children, and women. 500 of them were directly or indirectly related to the drug business. With Shababu's help, he took over Mr. Zhu's business without much effort, and he is now the boss here.
So when he walked out of the salt factory, these ignorant natives looked at him in awe.
They had no sense of the man who was about to bring them death.
When he walked to the Toyota pickup parked at the gate, Tanaka opened the door, but didn't sit in. He looked up at the dazzling sun, narrowed his eyes, and said softly.
"The black ship has ushered in its last moment. Soon, the whole world will remember our name and be afraid of this name. In the doomsday horn we blow, we will welcome the era of harmony. Sakda, do you choose to be in the Meet our enemies here, or follow me to the end?"
"Is there a difference?"
"There is no difference, we have the same end point."
"Then I choose to fight here." The brown-skinned man said in a deep voice.
A cloud covered the sinking sun.
Tanaka nodded with a smile, and patted his shoulder.
"Fortune lasts forever." (To be continued.)