Located at the mouth of the Gulf of Aden, Somalia was the only sea route for cargo ships to enter and exit the Suez Canal. It occupied the lifeline connecting Europe and Asia. Due to the continuous civil war, the production order had collapsed for many years. Since the 20th century, the local people have become pirates.
Chaos, poverty, and the proliferation of arms, it was a breeding ground for terrorism.
Occasionally, foreign tourists would visit here, and they would usually spend hundreds of dollars to hire local bodyguards. These bodyguards were usually pirates, and they knew which people they couldn't provoke and which places they couldn't go. Although the price was not cheap, it was better than millions of dollars in ransom.
And there were exceptions to everything.
Just north of Mogadishu, in the city of Belvedere, an Asian-faced man walked alone on the streets of the slums. Under the shadows, pairs of malicious eyes were looking at him and the travel bag on his shoulder with undisguised malice.
But when they saw him turn a corner and walk towards the house in the depths of the slums, all the malicious gazes retracted.
That was the stronghold of Shabab (Youth).
Stopping next to a relatively intact sand house, Tanaka took out his mobile phone from his pocket, confirmed the coordinates, and walked to the door.
Opening the door, the originally noisy room gradually quieted down. The black man standing at the door with a rifle on his waist saw the hat on the head of the person and asked.
"You are Tanaka?"
"That's right." Tanaka said with a smile.
"Mobile phone, and weapons." The black man reached out.
Tanaka obediently took out his mobile phone and put it in the black man's hand.
"And weapons." The black man repeated in broken English.
"I don't have weapons on me." Tanaka spread his hand.
The black man looked at him in disbelief and reached out to search his pocket, but except for his passport and a few pieces of paper, he didn't find any weapons. He only found a small bottle of perfume the size of a thumb.
"I advise you not to open it, or you may kill yourself." Seeing that the black man was about to open it and smell it, Tanaka said with a smile. He used Arabic, and his tone didn't seem to be joking.
There was a burst of laughter next to him. Obviously, no one took his warning seriously.
The black man grinned and smiled cruelly. In front of the man, he removed the cap.
Just as he was about to stuff the thing into the Asian's nostrils, his eyes suddenly became bloodshot, and the life in his brown pupils gradually faded.
His chest heaved up and down violently, beads of sweat dripping from his nose and forehead to the ground.
Tanaka casually took the bottle from his hand and capped it.
The others in the room looked at each other, not understanding the situation in front of them. A skinny black boy walked up and patted him a few times. Seeing that he didn't respond, he immediately pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Tanaka.
"What did you do to him?"
Tanaka smiled as he watched the boy's actions.
"You'll know soon enough."
"Ahh-!"
A scream came from behind. A black man suddenly bit the neck of another black man and pressed him to the ground. Blood flowed everywhere. This scene immediately frightened the companions next to them, and they all stepped forward, ready to pull the two of them apart.
"Quickly separate them!"
"Pry open his arms! Quick! "
"Roar! He bit me! "
And this sudden scene also made the boy who pulled out the gun and pointed at Tanaka distracted, he looked back.
"Roar!"
A short roar sounded, and before anyone could react, the boy standing in front of Tanaka was slammed into the wall by the black man who pulled the bottle cap. Half of his face was bitten off.
"Ahhhh! It hurts, Batira, what are you doing! Stop … "
The shrill scream gradually weakened, and blood splashed onto Tanaka's pants.
The pistol slipped from the boy's hand and fell into the pool of blood.
As if he smelled the scent of the same kind from the boy, the black man stopped chewing and turned his scarlet eyes to the other living people in the room who were covering their heads and running like rats. Then, he suddenly pounced.
The gunshot finally sounded, and the person who was pushed to the ground randomly pulled the trigger of the AK-47 in his hand as he swept around the room. However, not a single zombie was killed, but a lot of people who were still alive were killed and injured.
Blood flowed like a river in the dark room and dyed the crawling ants red.
Tanaka walked to the boy's side and picked up the pistol and the phone on the ground. He reached out with a smile and rubbed the boy's prickly short hair.
"Good boy, go."
The boy opened and closed his mouth as he stared at Tanaka with terrifying eyes, but he didn't pounce. Instead, he slowly moved his eyes and locked onto another living person.
"Devil!" Passing under the table, a thin black man crawled to the door in horror.
However, he couldn't crawl to the door. Tanaka raised the gun and aimed at the dark back.
"Bang!"
The man's eyes widened as he fell into a pool of blood. The boy staggered and fell on top of him. He opened his bloody mouth and bit him fiercely.
Tanaka found a stool and sat at the door of the room as he watched the bloody scene with a smile.
On the cruise, he used up all his stock, and the 5mg in the perfume bottle was the last bit.
But he didn't feel distressed.
Two months ago, he had developed an improved version of the virus. Now the infected would not only turn into zombies, but they could also evolve into mutants. The most important thing was that these modified zombies wouldn't list him as a prey target.
This data came from more than ten light years away, and all of this was the decree of the Kurofune.
What was used on the cruise were all inferior products, and those inferior products should have been eliminated long ago.
But it was a pity to just throw it away. It was better to give these poor people an appetizer first. With this idea in mind, Tanaka used all his stock on the cruise.
Anyway, he would soon get a steady stream of raw materials and extinguish the fire of civilization before the world reacted.
The phone rang, Tanaka picked up the phone and said with a smile.
"You stood me up, and you tested me with a very boring trick."
"… We have to make sure we are not dealing with the UA 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? "
"This is the T virus?" The voice on the other end of the phone had a hint of excitement.
If this virus was brought to Nouveau York, Capital … Sabab would undoubtedly become the most powerful and influential terrorist organization after Al Qaeda! The entire world would lie dormant under their terror and listen to the teachings of the True God.
"Because it is an improved version, I plan to call it the TT virus," Tanaka said with a chuckle.
"How much are you going to sell it for?"
"I'm not selling it for 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 plantation in Ethiopia. Help me get it. I will give you half of the virus I refine. "
"Deal!"
…
At the entrance of the New Moon Island Military Base Hospital, Garrett hugged his wife and daughter, then walked to Jiang Chen standing under the coconut tree.
"Congratulations, Mr. Garrett."
Looking at Garrett, Jiang Chen smiled, opened his hands, and hugged him.
Letting go of Jiang Chen, Garrett moved his neck and joked.
"Congratulations to you, Mr. Jiang Chen. You have gained a loyal hound. "
Although he said that, Jiang Chen could clearly see the gratitude in his eyes.
"Please don't belittle yourself like this. I have never treated my men as hounds." Jiang Chen smiled. "How is the new body? How are you getting used to it? "
"It's great. I feel like I've been reborn." Garrett punched himself in the chest and made a solid muffled sound. "The muscle tissue is also much stronger than before. I feel like I can fight with Captain America now."
"Chris Evans wouldn't want to fight with you. His ability is in the movies." Jiang Chen smiled and then hid the expression on his face. "Let's stop joking here. Time is running out. Your first mission is already here."
"Ready to go at any time." Garrett stood straight.
"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?"
"Drug enforcement."
"The opponent is a drug dealer? That's easy. "Garrett whistled.
Jiang Chen shook his head with a smile.
"The opponent is the person who blew you up and is also the culprit who released the T virus."
Garrett paused for a moment, raised his eyebrows, and slammed his fists together. A ferocious grin appeared on his face.
"Great, I'm going to beat him up so badly that his mother won't recognize him."
"Find him and catch him. If you can't catch him, kill him. If he resurrects, kill him again until he can no longer move. This is your mission briefing. I've already sent the details to your microchip. "
Jiang Chen tapped the watch on his left hand.
Garrett paused for a moment. Only he could see that a stream of data flashed on his retina and unfolded into a three-dimensional mission briefing in front of him.
It was like wearing Google Glass, but this AR device was directly implanted in his cerebral cortex instead of an external prop.
Including information about the T virus, Tanaka's ability, and secrets about the Kurofune, all the information collected by Ghost Agents about the Kurofune were shared in the chip in the back of his brain.
After browsing through the mission briefing, Garrett solemnly looked at Jiang Chen.
"I will."
"Ghost Agents will provide support for you. If necessary, Aurora-20 will also be there. I wish you good luck." Jiang Chen patted him on the shoulder and turned away.
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