Current world, Mogadishu, Somalia.
A man wearing a leather jacket strode out of the airport holding a suitcase. He wears round sunglasses on his tall nose, and his sharp face looks quite tough. You can tell at a glance that this guy is not easy to mess with!
Standing outside the airport, Garrett looked around the crowded streets, reached out and pressed a button on the headset.
"This is Garrett, arriving at Mogadishu Airport... Got it."
Just like playing a video game, blue road signs appeared directly in his field of vision, marking the mission location.
"Shet, this thing is really convenient."
Muttering to himself, Garrett locked his eyes in the direction of his destination, walked through the crowd, and walked straight towards the blue road sign.
He walked straight across a street and turned into a hotel owned by a local. 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 the ghost agent said, the door was unlocked.
Garrett walked in the door, his boots squeaking on the wooden floor. After carefully looking around, he closed the door behind him, walked straight to the bed, and took out the key card from under the pillow.
Everything was as stated in the mission briefing.
Grinning, he knelt down and pulled out the lockbox from under the bed.
After entering the password, the box popped open with a click, revealing the Ripper rifle with a jet black metallic luster, as well as orange bullets and magazines.
He poured the equipment on the bed, stuffed the rifle and drone into the travel bag, and put the pistol in his trouser pocket. After completing the arming, he carried the suitcase and went out again.
When we got downstairs, a black man in a gray shirt put out his cigarette butt 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 and waved his hand.
"Take me to see your car."
"Okay. My name is a bit long and you foreigners are not used to it. You can call me Nasheed."
"Smith." Garrett said calmly.
Smith, that's the name on his passport.
Nasheed's car was parked next to a fruit stall not far from the hotel, and there were several children eating apples sitting next to it.
After driving away the child, Nahidra opened the door and made an inviting gesture to Garrett.
Modified Toyota pickup truck, traces of welding can be seen in the trailer behind the car. There is no doubt that this guy must have been a bandit before. You have to ask why, because Toyota pickup trucks with a .50 machine gun are almost standard equipment for terrorists.
Having spent more than five years playing hide and seek with terrorists in Iraq, Garrett knows these things all too well.
But he didn't say anything at this moment, got into the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt.
"Where to go?" The black driver started the car and asked, tilting his head.
"Hudur."
Nasheed, who was about to drive, was obviously stunned for a moment.
"What's wrong?" Garrett asked.
"It's not peaceful there. I don't recommend you go there... It's the stronghold of Shabab. 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 wearing a black headscarf drove to the desert north of Hudur.
Parking the second-hand car next to a sand dune, the woman pulled off her camouflage headscarf and threw her pure black robe on the car, revealing her delicate face and the originally covered-up hair. Desert-colored combat uniform with optical stealth function.
Going around to the back of the car, she pulled up the trunk and took out the hidden ghost sniper rifle and drone backpack.
Putting the sniper rifle on her shoulder, she opened the holographic map, confirmed the coordinates of the target salt factory and the contours of the surrounding terrain, and then walked towards the sand dunes nearby.
Small drone terminals were placed behind the dunes. She then activated her optical invisibility and headed towards the top of the dune.
Crouching on the sand, she set up the sniper rifle in her hand and locked the crosshair on the salt factory hidden in the small village.
"The Ghost Bird is already in position, waiting for attack instructions."
…
In the laboratory of the salt factory, Tanaka connected the glass tube to the flask filled with transparent liquid and carefully introduced the blue reagent. The moment blue melted into the transparent liquid, a chemical reaction suddenly occurred, and the originally incompatible blue liquid beads disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The black man standing by looked at the scene in front of him with his eyes widened 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 away.
"Don't be nervous, I know you were sent by the leader of Shababu to steal the army. But you have to be careful when configuring this kind of 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, removed the glass tube from the flask, and walked to another table.
"He's actually here. It seems that Jiang Chen still surprised me."
"What should we do?" the brown-skinned man asked in a deep voice.
"How many tons of bath salt have been transferred to the desert?"
"97 tons."
Tanaka nodded with satisfaction, picked up the test tube, poured a little unknown powder into it, then poured the turbid liquid in the test tube into the flask and pressed the cork.
He raised the flask in front of the incandescent lamp and looked at the oily luster on the liquid surface. Tanaka smiled inexplicably.
"Good, that's enough."
Putting the flask into the black chemist's hand, Tanaka patted his shoulder and said in English with a smile.
"I've seen it so many times, let's try it for ourselves."
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 in the brown bottle over there to the flask, then put it in a petri dish and incubate it at 37°C for two hours. The last step of the virus is completed. I'll go to the toilet and then have a meal. Rice. Don’t worry, I’ve completed all the dangerous steps, just try it boldly, you can do it!”
After leaving these words, Tanaka and the brown-skinned man walked out of the door, leaving the black chemist with a blank look on his face.
"Did you tell him the recipe?"
"That's right, he won't live long anyway." Tanaka said with a smile.
The village where the salt making plant is located has a population of about 1,000 including the elderly, children, and women. 500 of them are directly or indirectly related to the drug business. With Shababu's help, he easily took over Mr. Zhu's business and now he is the boss here.
So when he walked out of the salt factory, these ignorant natives looked at him with awe.
They had no idea of the man who was about to bring them death.
Walking to the Toyota pickup truck parked at the gate, Tanaka opened the door but did not sit in. He looked up at the dazzling sun, narrowed his eyes and spoke softly.
"The Black Ship has ushered in its final moments. Soon, the whole world will remember our name, fear for this name, and usher in the Era of Harmony with the doomsday horn we blow. Sakda, you are the one who chooses to Fight our enemies here, or follow me to the end?"
"Is there a difference?"
"There is no difference, our end point is the same."
"Then I choose to fight here." The brown-skinned man said solemnly.
A cloud blocked the sinking sunlight.
Tanaka nodded with a smile and patted his arm.
"Martial arts will last forever." (.)