What did it mean for a wormhole on Earth to lead to an uninhabited planet?
No country would give up such a benefit, including those small countries. They were all fighting for it.
The wormhole was in Mauritania. For this small African country, it was something that could change their fate.
After CANC's mediation, the ocean planet was given to the countries to work together to develop. However, they did not care about the specific distribution of benefits. Every country had their own way of distributing benefits.
Before the distribution was complete, the news about the wormhole would not be announced to the public.
Because it was a wormhole. No matter which country it was in, it belonged to all of humanity. Once it was announced to the public, public opinion would demand that every country owned the wormhole fairly.
This was not good for the big countries, so the first thing they asked was that no one was allowed to announce the wormhole.
Lan Mu looked at the peaceful world. The storm in the dark had nothing to do with the people.
They still paid attention to all kinds of entertainment news and interesting and cool things.
During the flight after transforming into the Blood Breed, Lan Mu passed by the military camp. He used his mind power to search for Fang Moqi's figure.
After searching for a long time, he finally found Fang Moqi among the Moroccan soldiers.
"He actually turned himself into a black man, and he still looks like one."
Under Lan Mu's careful search, Fang Moqi's disguise was seen through.
"Old Fang, are you planning to be a soldier in the future?" Lan Mu's voice sounded directly in Fang Moqi's mind.
Fang Moqi was stunned. He silently retreated into the shadows and slipped out of the military camp. The Moroccan army's defense was full of loopholes.
"Where are you?"
Fang Moqi looked around. Suddenly, a hand patted his shoulder. It was Lan Mu.
Lan Mu said, "It's settled. Let them fight for the rest."
"Settled? I just found out what happened! Right, is that Griffin really your mount? "Fang Moqi said.
Lan Mu touched his nose and said, "Yeah, it's not very useful. It's just a messenger."
"Where is it? It looks good. Let me take a look. "
"Forget it, I've sent it somewhere else. We'll talk about it in the future."
Changing the topic, Lan Mu asked, "Have you seen any aliens?"
"Yes, he's hiding in thick clothes, as if he's afraid of being poisoned to death by our air," Fang Moqi said.
Lan Mu asked, "How did he die?" He had been in the spatial ring for six consecutive days, so he had no idea what was going on. Fortunately, Fang Moqi had infiltrated the base in advance.
Fang Moqi said, "That guy called Chaiwala only used the microphone to say one sentence, and the alien seemed to have been hit by something. It flew back for less than half a second and disappeared."
After listening to Fang Moqi's description, Lan Mu pondered for a moment. He knew that it was the Black Hole Express.
However, he did not expect that as long as he saw the target and said to the microphone, "Welcome to the direct train to the black hole," it would take effect immediately.
"There's no such thing as a car, or perhaps the car is invisible, and can directly send someone into the black hole with a command?"
Lan Mu speculated. This ability was truly terrifying to humans, but fortunately, it didn't work on non-humans.
"It's not a threat to me, don't worry about it."
Lan Mu put this matter aside and left Mauritania with Fang Moqi.
In the entirety of Africa, there were very few anomalies in the wild.
Because the government here was chaotic, CANC's influence was great, and the corresponding containment measures were more complete.
Using the Treasure-Seeking Mouse, he found that there were only two anomalies in the wild.
For a large continent, this number was already very small. Comparing it to the map, one was in Niger, and the other was in Soma.
"These two places, one is the area with the most severe famine, and the other is the area with the most chaotic law and order."
Lan Mu shook his head. He and Fang Moqi first flew to Egypt, then went to Djibouti, then took a plane to Soma's capital, Mogadishu.
Pirates were rampant here, and the government could practically ignore them. Even the capital was known as the capital of terror, filled with violence and terror, and the entire city was filled with a dangerous atmosphere.
This country followed the law of the jungle, as long as you were strong enough, you could enclose your territory and become a local tyrant.
Not to mention the locals, foreigners who went there without at least 7-8 armed bodyguards were basically looking for trouble.
Even so, there was no guarantee that they wouldn't be attacked. If they hired bodyguards from this country, they might even join hands with the locals and betray them.
At 4 PM, Lan Mu and Fang Moqi got off the plane. There were very few passengers on the plane, most of them were from nearby cities or countries. The only passengers that weren't black were two Portuguese men.
After some discussion, it turned out that the two of them came to Mogadishu to film, wanting to record the real life situation in Mogadishu.
The plane's landing was very bumpy. Fang Moqi said, "Every time the locals land, they have to pray that nothing will happen. The plane is already broken, and the airport doesn't have any ground safety measures. There are no runway lights or towers, only empty runways. If you're unlucky, you might be attacked by the Youth Army and crash."
Lan Mu smiled faintly. It was indeed a dangerous city.
When they got off the plane, except for the two of them, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and thanked God, Allah, or the Angel Gabriel.
The next step was to fill in the immigration form and stamp on the passport, and other trivial matters.
However, the airport receptionist asked very seriously, "Do you need to provide security? An armed security guard only costs 200 USD a day."
"Of course, we need five bodyguards!" The two Portuguese men paid decisively and chose five black armed security guards.
"What about you?" They asked Lan Mu.
Lan Mu saw that the security guards were thin and dark, wearing white shirts, and carrying guns like armed guerrillas.
"Forget it, I don't need it." What a joke, Lan Mu didn't need to bring a group of burdens. He was now in his white-haired Dante form, ordinary people were no threat to him.
But obviously, the others didn't think so. They thought that the white-haired Chinese man in front of them didn't understand Mogadishu. There was no sense of security here without a gun. Without protection, one's life and property couldn't be guaranteed. Never count on the police here.
"Sir, you may not believe us, but we are a security company arranged by the Soma government for foreign friends. You only need to pay a small amount of money to be protected. Without our protection, your situation is too dangerous … "The receptionist was still trying to persuade him.
Lan Mu was amused. After all this time, this was an official security company arranged by the government.
In this world, where the government would tell you as soon as you got off the plane: We are very dangerous, please spend money to hire bodyguards. Otherwise, we can't guarantee your safety.
What a strange country.
"I really don't need it, I already have bodyguards." Lan Mu said with a smile and pointed at Fang Moqi beside him.
When Fang Moqi heard Lan Mu say so, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.
The receptionist was stunned and looked at Fang Moqi. He said disdainfully, "This is far worse than our young man. You must be perfunctory. This is irresponsible for your own life! Without a gun, how can we guarantee your safety? "
But Lan Mu's attitude was firm. He said, "Even without a gun, he is still the best bodyguard."
The receptionist said with a cold face, "Although you insist, you can't do it without a gun. If you really don't believe us, we can provide guns and ammunition here. You and your bodyguard can also protect yourselves. "
After that, he pushed open the door of the room. There were all kinds of guns hanging inside. The boxes on the ground were filled with grenades and bullets.
The two Portuguese men's eyes lit up and shouted as they went in to pick guns.
Lan Mu shook his head and laughed. The Soma government is treating this place as a business, right?
Introducing bodyguards and selling guns. They themselves feel that their country is too dangerous.
"Who said I don't have a gun?" Lan Mu said as he pulled out two guns from his coat. They were Scarlet and Azure.
The two guns were hung directly on his waist and placed in the most conspicuous position. Lan Mu and Fang Moqi walked out of the airport and ignored them.
"You …"
The receptionist scolded. In his view, these two Chinese were fools, idiots.
"Two people with two guns dare to come to Mogadishu. It seems that 'Hawkeye' is going to benefit. I have never seen such stingy foreigners who don't take their lives seriously. You will regret it when you enter the city!"
The receptionist muttered a few words and simply wholeheartedly sold guns to the two Portuguese men.
"Please give me time to adjust. I am just a newbie. Thank you."
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