I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

The world, Somalia, Mogadishu.

A man in a leather jacket carried his suitcase and the meteor strode out of the airport. The towering nose is covered with round-frame sunglasses, and the face of the knife looks quite a bit, so that you can feel it at first glance. This guy is not good at it!

Standing outside the airport, Garrett looked around the streets where people came and went, and reached out and pressed on the headset.

“Here is Garrett, has arrived at Mogadishu airport... received.”

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

"Shet, this stuff is really convenient."

Speaking to himself, Garrett's line of sight locked the direction of the destination, passing through the crowd and heading straight toward the blue road sign.

Straight through a street, he turned into a hotel opened by a local, did not go to the front desk to open the house, but went straight upstairs. Parked at the door of Room 503, then gently pushed the door.

The door opened.

As the ghost agent said, the door is not locked.

Garrett walked into the door, and the boots squeaked out on the wooden floor. Carefully looking around the next four weeks, he closed the door behind him and walked straight to the bed, taking out the card from under the pillow.

Everything is as in the mission briefing.

Grinning, he then crouched down and pulled out the password box from the bottom of the bed.

Enter the password, slamming, the box popping open, revealing the tearer rifle with a lacquered black metallic luster, and the orange bullets and clips.

The equipment was poured into the bed, the rifle and the drone were stuffed into the travel bag, and the pistol was inserted in the trouser pocket. After the armed, he carried the suitcase and went out again.

Going downstairs, a black man in a gray shirt annihilated the cigarette **** and greeted him.

"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 and revealed his mouth full of white teeth.

Garley nodded and waved.

"Take me to see your car."

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

"Smith." Garrett said faintly.

Smith, this is the name on his passport.

Nasheed’s car was parked next to the fruit stall not far from the hotel, and there were several children eating apples.

After driving away the child, Nahidra drove the door and made a gesture to Garrett.

The modified Toyota pickup truck can see the traces of welding in the tow box behind the car. Needless to say, this guy used to be a dry bandit. Ask why, because the Toyota Pikaga.50 machine gun is almost a horror. The standard of the molecule.

In Iraq and the horror. The molecule has been hiding from cats for more than five years, and Garrett is clear about these things.

But at the moment he did not say anything, took the co-pilot and fastened his seat belt.

"Where?" The black driver started the car and asked him.

"Hudul."

Nasheed, who was ready to drive, apparently collapsed.

"What's wrong?" Garrett asked.

"There is not peace there, I don't recommend you to go there... there is a stronghold in Sabah, you should have heard that they are very unfriendly to Americans," Nasheed said.

Garrett grinned.

"You just take me there, then let me get off."

Nasheed made a helpless expression.

"If you insist."

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

The second-hand car was parked next to a sand dune. The woman pulled off the camouflage headscarf and threw the black robes on the car, revealing a delicate face and the original cover. Desert color combat suit with optical stealth function.

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

Putting the sniper rifle on his shoulder, she opened the holographic map, confirmed the coordinates of the target salt plant, and the contours of the surrounding terrain, and then walked toward the sand dunes next to it.

The small drone terminal was placed behind the dunes. She then launched the optical invisibility and marched up the dunes.

Kneeling on the sand, she set up a sniper rifle in her hand, and the crosshairs locked the salt factory hidden in the small village.

"The ghost bird is already in place, waiting for the offensive instructions."

......

In the laboratory of the salt factory, Tanaka inserted the glass tube into the flask with the transparent liquid, and carefully introduced the blue reagent. At the moment when the blue color merged into the transparent liquid, the chemical reaction suddenly flashed, and the originally incompatible blue liquid beads disappeared in an instant.

The black man standing on the side of his eyes widened his eyes and looked at the scene in disbelief.

"Is it learned?" Tanaka asked with a smile.

The black man put away a surprised sight, pretending not to hear, looking to one side.

"Don't be nervous, I know that you are a Shabbut leader who is going to steal the teacher. But you can 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 came in and said two words to Tanaka in Japanese.

"coming."

Tanaka’s expression was slightly a little surprised, but it quickly returned to normal, the glass tube was removed from the flask and then walked to another table.

"It’s actually coming. It seems that Jiang Chen still surprised me."

“What to do?” asked the brown-skinned man.

“How many tons of salt are transferred to the desert?”

"97 tons."

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

The flask was lifted to the front of the incandescent lamp, and the oily luster on the liquid surface was looked at. Tanaka smiled without knowing it.

"Good, enough."

The flask was stuffed into the hand of the black chemist, and Tanaka patted him on the shoulder and said in a smile.

"Looking through so many times, try to try it yourself."

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

"I, what should I do?"

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

With this sentence left, Tanaka and the brown-skinned man walked out of the door, leaving a black chemist with a stunned face.

"You told him the recipe?"

"Yes, he is not living anyway," Tian Zhong said with a smile.

In the village where the salt factory is located, there are about 1,000 people in the population, including the elderly, children, and women. Among them, 500 people are directly or indirectly related to the business of drugs. With the help of Shabab, he took over the business of Mr. Zhu without much effort. Now he is the boss here.

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

They didn't have a little sense of the man who was about to bring them to death.

Going to the Toyota pickup next to the gate, Tanaka opened the door, but did not sit in it, looked up at the glaring sun, his eyes became a seam, whispered.

"The black ship has already ushered in the last moment. Soon, the whole world will remember our name, fear for this name, and greet the era of harmony in the horn of the last day we sing. Sakda, you are choosing Will we meet our enemies here, or will we 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 sighed.

A cloud obscures the sun that is sinking.

Tanaka smiled and nodded and took his shirt.

"The Wu Yun has been around for a long time." (To be continued.)