<=""></> Somalia, located at the mouth of the Gulf of Aden, is the only sea route for cargo ships from all 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 local people have been piracy since the 20th century.
Chaos, poverty, and a proliferation of arms make this place a breeding ground for terrorism.
Occasionally, foreign tourists visit here and usually spend hundreds of dollars to hire local bodyguards. These bodyguards are usually former pirates, and they know very well who they cannot mess with and where they cannot go. It's not cheap, but it's better than a multi-million dollar ransom.
And there are exceptions to everything.
In the city of Beledweyne, just north of Mogadishu, a man with an Asian face walked alone on the street of a slum. Under the shadows, pairs of malicious eyes were looking at him and the travel bag on his shoulders with undisguised malice.
But when they saw him turning a corner and walking towards the house deep in the slum, all their malicious eyes were withdrawn.
There is the stronghold of Shabab (Youth Party).
Stopping next to a relatively complete sand and mud house, Tanaka took out his mobile phone from his pocket, confirmed the coordinates, and walked towards the door.
After opening the door, the originally noisy room gradually became quiet. The black man standing at the door, holding a rifle on his waist, saw the hat on the person's head clearly 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 was obedient and took out his cell phone and put it in the black man's hand.
"And weapons," the black man repeated in broken English.
"I have no weapons on me." Tanaka spread his hands.
The black man looked at him in disbelief and reached into his pockets. However, except for his passport and a few pieces of paper, he found no weapons. He only found a small bottle of perfume about the size of a thumb.
"I advise you not to open it, otherwise you may kill yourself." Seeing that the black man was about to open it and smell it, Tanaka said with a smile, using Arabic. Not like a joke.
There was a burst of laughter from the side, obviously no one took his warning seriously.
The black man twisted his lips, smiled cruelly, and pulled off the bottle cap in front of this man.
Just when he was about to stuff the thing into the Asian's nostrils, the whites of his eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of bloodshot eyes, and the vitality gradually faded from the brown pupils.
His chest heaved violently, and large beads of sweat dripped from the bridge of his nose and forehead to the ground.
Tanaka calmly took the bottle from him and capped it.
The other people in the room looked at each other, not understanding the situation before them. A thin black boy stepped forward and slapped him hard several times. Seeing that he didn't respond, he immediately pulled out a pistol from his waist, pointed at Tanaka and said warily.
"What did you do to him?"
Watching the boy's actions, Tanaka smiled.
"You'll find out soon."
"ah!"
A scream sounded from behind, and a black man suddenly bit another black man's neck and pressed him to the ground. Blood flowed all over the floor. This scene immediately frightened the companions next to them, and they all stepped forward to pull the two "scuffled" apart.
"Separate them quickly!"
"Pull his arms off! Quick!"
"Ouch! He bit me!"
And this sudden scene also distracted the boy who pointed the gun at Tanaka and turned his head to look back.
"Roar!"
A short low roar sounded, but no one could react. The boy standing in front of Tanaka was slammed against the wall by the black man who had previously pulled the bottle cap, and half of his face was chewed off.
"Ah! It hurts me so much, Batila, what are you doing! Stop it..."
The screams gradually weakened, and blood spattered on Tanaka's trouser legs.
The pistol slipped from the boy's hand and fell into a pool of blood.
As if he smelled the same kind of scent from the boy, the black man stopped eating, turned his scarlet eyes to the other living people running around in the room, and then pounced on him.
The gunfire finally rang out, and the man who was thrown to the ground randomly pulled the trigger of the AK-47 in his hand and swept around the house. However, not a single zombie was killed, but many people who were still alive were killed and injured.
Blood flowed back into a river in the dark room, dyeing the crawling ants red.
Tanaka walked up to the boy, picked up the pistol and the cell phone that fell on the ground from beside him, smiled and stretched out his hand, rubbing the boy's prickly short hair.
"Good boy, go quickly."
The boy opened and closed his mouth and stared at Tanaka with terrifying eyes. However, he did not pounce on him. He slowly moved his gaze away and locked onto another living person.
"Devil!" A thin black man passed under the table and crawled towards the door in horror.
However, he failed to climb to the door. Tanaka raised his gun and pointed it at the dark back.
"boom!"
The man's eyes widened and he fell into a pool of blood. The boy staggered, fell on him, opened his bloody mouth, and bit him hard.
After finding a stool, Tanaka sat at the door of the room, watching the bloody scene with a smile.
On the cruise ship, he used up all his inventory, and the 5mg in the perfume bottle here is the last bit.
But he didn't feel bad.
Two months ago, he had developed an improved version of the virus. Now the infected will not only turn into zombies, but may also evolve into mutants. The most important thing is that these modified zombies will not list him as a prey target.
These data come from more than ten light years away, and all of this is the will of the black ship.
All used on cruise ships are inferior products, and those inferior products should have been eliminated long ago.
But it would be a shame to just throw it away, so why not give these poor people an appetizer first? With this in mind, Tanaka used all his inventory on cruise ships.
Anyway, he will soon be able to obtain a steady stream of raw materials and extinguish the fire of civilization before the countries around the world react.
The phone rang, Tanaka answered the call and said with a smile.
"You broke the appointment and tested me with boring tricks."
"... We have to make sure we are not dealing with the US military." The voice on the other end of the phone was gloomy.
"It doesn't matter, I have a lot of time. How about it? Are you interested?"
"Is this the T-virus?" The voice on the other end of the phone had a hint of excitement.
If this virus is brought to New York and Washington... Shabab will undoubtedly become the most powerful and influential terrorist organization after the base! The whole world will lie dormant under their terror, listening to the teachings of the true God.
"Because it is an improved type, I plan to call it TT virus." Tanaka said with a chuckle.
"How much do you plan to sell it 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 garden in Ethiopia, help me get it. How much virus I extract will be your share."
"make a deal!"
…
At the entrance of 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, opened his hands, and hugged him<="r>.
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 hound."
Having said that, Jiang Chen could clearly see the look of gratitude in his eyes.
"Please don't belittle yourself like this. I have never regarded my men as hunting dogs." Jiang Chen said with a smile, "How is your new body? How are you getting used to it?"
"It's great, I feel like I've been reborn." Garrett punched his chest and made a solid muffled sound. "The muscle tissue is also much stronger than before. I feel like I can compete with Captain America now." Have a fight.”
"Chris Evans doesn't want to fight you. His ability is in the movie." Jiang Chen smiled, then calmed down the expression on his face, "That's the end of the joke. Time is running out. Your first priority The mission has come."
"Ready to go at any time." Garrett stood at attention and said.
"Very good, 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?"
"Narcotics."
"The opponent is a drug dealer? That's easy." Garrett whistled.
Jiang Chen smiled and shook his head.
"The opponent is the one who blows you into a cripple, and is also the culprit who releases 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 smile.
"It was great. I beat him until he didn't even recognize his mother."
"Find him, capture him, kill him if you can't capture him, kill him again if he comes back to life, until he stops moving. This is your mission briefing, more specifically I have sent you the chip On."
Jiang Chen clicked on the watch on his left hand.
Garrett paused for a moment. Only he could see it. A stream of data flashed across his retinas, unfolding in front of him into a three-dimensional mission briefing.
It's like wearing Google Glass, except that this AR device is directly implanted in his cerebral cortex instead of an external prop.
Including information about the T-virus, Tanaka's abilities, and secrets about the Black Ship, all the information about the Black Ship organization collected by the ghost agents was shared in his backbrain chip.
After browsing the mission briefing, Garrett looked at Jiang Chendao solemnly.
"I will."
"The ghost agent will provide you with support, and Aurora-20 will also provide support when necessary. I wish you good luck." Jiang Chen patted his shoulder, turned and left.
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(Sorry, I only coded out three chapters because of something that happened yesterday. Let’s break it out together tomorrow qaq) (.)<=""><="">& ;lt;="">