In Mogadishu, there is not even a decent airport docking line. There is no runway with gliding assistance, and it is luck to be able to land smoothly.
Amidst a shaking roar, the plane finally arrived in Mogadishu steadily. The only waiter on the plane and the captain excitedly hugged each other. They cheered in Somali, and the little milk tea came forward and asked. I just know that for them, as long as they are not beaten down halfway through, they are considered lucky.
Maybe it seems to us that all day long talking about shooting down planes in the sky is just a joke, but in Mogadishu, this probability is very high.
After getting off the plane, the first impression of Anyang and his party was heat. This place is only 200 kilometers away from the equator, and the sun is baking the earth.
"For the first time, I felt so close to the sun." An Yang kept fanning the wind with his hands, and a group of people stood at the exit of this simple airport, waiting for someone to come and pick them up.
Like the last flight to Mogadishu, how many people came and which country came from, these information will be known to the local government of Mogadishu and the heads of other forces, because this place is only so big. , It is clear who is here and who is leaving.
"It's so hot, I'm going to faint—" Several girls wore cool summer clothes, exposing white thighs, and a small spring area with plump breasts, constantly fanning the wind with their little hands.
At this time, the prince suddenly frowned, his palm raised, and a halberd appeared in his hand, and then pierced towards An Yang.
"Ding!" The halberd crossed An Yang's front, blocking a bullet for An Yang.
"Let's go, there was a sneak attack!" The prince shouted lowly, and the group's vigilance suddenly became highly concentrated.
At this time, suddenly many black men in civilian clothes carrying rifles came from all directions. Everyone was carrying a gun. About forty or fifty people surrounded An Yang and his group.
Can you imagine the scene of being surrounded by forty or fifty people with guns
And it happened at the airport, where this kind of supervision should be the most stringent, but this kind of thing happened.
The scene suddenly became out of control. At this time, a black man wearing black and white clothing and a white headscarf walked out of the crowd and looked at An Yang and the others, who looked wary.
"Businessmen from China, hello, welcome to Mogadishu. Introduce myself, my name is Spili." The man kept a smile on his face, but his smile was very stiff.
An Yang glanced at the little milk tea, and the little milk tea stepped forward to negotiate with them. At the same time, An Yang also noticed that the man's eyes brightened when he saw the little milk tea, and at the same time he looked at Caitlin and Lacus behind An Yang. At a glance, the greedy undisguised desire couldn't be more obvious.
After the negotiation, Xiao Milk Tea returned and whispered to An Yang.
"He said that he must be protected by him when he comes to this site. As long as he pays money, he can provide us with very good protection. If he walks on the street, if he is not protected, he will most likely be shot to death. This is a country still in war and chaos."
"Threat?" An Yang narrowed his eyes.
"He said it wasn't a threat. As long as we don't pay, he can keep us from getting out of this airport." Little Milk Tea translated Sbilly's words to An Yang.
"How much does he want?"
"10w dollars."
"Let him die, Master Yi, the prince, ready to go." An Yang frowned. This kind of place itself is very messy. The people who came to meet up have not seen it. First, he was blackmailed 10w dollars. This is not a bullshit. What about it? Why do these heroes that I bring to eat
The prince thrust the halberd into the ground, Master Yi also sacrificed his own Promise Sword, and Caitlin was sniping from a distance. The three of them faced more than 40 people with guns, but they were not in the slightest. The one named Sbilly looked at An Yang and his party still planning to fight back. They were immediately unhappy and waved their hands. His subordinates started to fight back. Holding the rifle, fired directly.
The people here deal with guns and ammunition all day long, and if they say they will open fire, they will open fire. Without any hesitation, they will not be like the Chinese police. I am going to shoot! I really want to shoot. I have to call it at least 20 times. Whether I can shoot or not is uncertain.
The prince directly smashed Anyang and his party into it. The surrounding road collapsed, protecting Anyang and his party well, and all the bullets hit the road outside.
"Kill!" The prince looked at each other as Master Yi, the two rushed into the crowd at the same time, and suddenly screamed.
After a while, more than a dozen corpses fell on the ground. When the others saw that the prince and Master Yi were not easy to provoke, they all looked at each other and ran away.
"Is it okay?" The prince restored the collapsed road and glanced at An Yang and his group who were hiding intact.
"It's okay, are they all gone?"
"Well, scared away." The prince said disdainfully.
At this time, another group of people came, wearing military clothing, which was not much different from the gray-yellow clothing worn by Chinese soldiers in the 1980s or so.
Because the skin color of the yellow race of China is easy to recognize, after all, there are people with dark skin all around, the second group of people recognized An Yang at a glance, and a group of people immediately surrounded An Yang again.
"It's not over yet?" An Yang glanced at the prince. When the prince was just about to start his hand, a man in officer's clothes headed up rushing up, and said to An Yang in not too proficient English with a smiley face, "You Is that Mr. An Yang?"
Xiao Milk Tea served as an excellent translator during this trip, specifically for An Yang. She knows a lot of languages, and even Somali knows some common words in communication. Some people have special talents. Xiao Milk Tea is in the field of language. His talent is outstanding.
"Hello, I am the administrator of the Somali government. This time I am here to greet you, Mr. An Yang." Xiao Milk Tea translated An Yang.
"The administrator of the government? Come to greet me? Could it be that the government is here to do something with us this time?" An Yang questioned.
"I'm sorry for being late this time. I heard that the people from Sperry just came here? Fortunately, no big things happened to you. Those people are really annoying, and they always frighten our distinguished guests like this. Mr. An Yang, shall we go to the municipal government center for a talk?"
"Okay, lead the way." An Yang nodded, and then the man who claimed to be an administrative officer waved his hand. A group of people protected An Yang, with guns in their hands, and a vigilant face, fully armed.
A group of people got on a small military card. An Yang and his group sat in the front of the car, while the soldiers behind were sitting in the rear of the car, but the guns in their hands were never put down.
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