I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 703: Good luck
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Somali, located at the estuary of the Gulf of Aden, is the only sea route for freighters from all countries to enter and exit the Suez Canal. Due to the continuous civil war, the production order has collapsed for many years, and the locals have been pirates since the 20th century.
Chaos, poverty, and the proliferation of arms, this is a hotbed of nourishment and terrorism.
Occasionally foreign tourists visit here, usually spending hundreds of dollars to hire local bodyguards. These bodyguards are usually transferred by pirates, and it is clear who can't provoke and where to go. Although the price is not cheap, it is always better than the ransom of millions of dollars.
And everything has exceptions.
In the city of Belgrade, north of Mogadishu, an Asian-faced man walks alone in the streets of the slums. In the shadows, a pair of mischievous eyes are looking at him maliciously, and the travel bag on his shoulder.
However, when he saw him turn a corner and walked towards the house deep in the slum, all the bad intentions were taken back.
There is the stronghold of Shabab (Youth. Party).
Stopping by a fairly complete sand house, Tanaka took out his mobile phone from his pocket, confirmed the coordinates, and walked to the door.
Pushing open the door, the originally noisy room gradually quieted down, and the black man standing at the door was carrying a rifle around his waist.
"Are you Tanaka?"
"Yes," Tanaka said with a smile.
"Mobile phones and weapons." The black man reached out his hand.
Tanaka obediently took out his phone and placed it in the hands of black people.
"There are still weapons." The black man repeated in crappy English.
"I don't have any weapons on my body." Tanaka spread his hands.
The black man glanced at him incredulously, reaching for his pocket. However, with the exception of the passport and a few pieces of paper, he could not touch any weapons, only a small thumb-sized perfume bottle.
"I advise you not to open it, otherwise you may kill yourself." Seeing that the black man was about to open the news, Tanaka said with a smile, in Arabic, the tone did not seem to be a joke.
There was a laughter next to him, obviously no one took his warning seriously.
The black man grinned round his mouth and smiled cruelly. In front of the man, he pulled off the bottle cap.
Just as he was about to stuff this stuff into the Asian ’s nostrils, his eyes suddenly had a layer of blood on his white eyes, and his brown pupil gradually faded into life.
His chest undulates violently, and large beads of sweat drip from the bridge of his nose to his forehead.
Tanaka took the bottle lightly from his hands and capped it.
The other people in the room looked at each other, not understanding the situation in front of them. A thin black boy stepped forward and patted him hard with several hands. When he saw that he did not respond, he immediately pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointedly pointed to Tanaka.
"What did you do to him?"
Tanaka smiled at the boy ’s movements.
"You will know right away."
"Ah-!"
A scream rang from behind, and a black man suddenly bit the other black man's neck, pressing him to the ground, and the blood bleed to the ground. This scene suddenly terrified the companions next to them, and they all stepped forward to prepare to pull the two "scrambled" apart.
"Quickly separate them!"
"Split his arms away! Hurry!"
"Oh! He bit me!"
And this sudden scene made the boy who pointed the gun at Tanaka distracted and looked back.
"Roar!"
The short low roar sounded, and no one responded. The boy standing in front of Tanaka was slammed into the wall by the black man who had previously pulled off the bottle cap, and he bit off half of his face.
"Ah! It hurts me, Batila, what are you doing! Stop it ..."
The terrible howling gradually weakened, and blood splashed on Tanaka's trouser legs.
The pistol slipped from the boy ’s hand and fell into the pool of blood.
It seems that the boy smelled the same kind of smell. The black man stopped nibbling, and turned his scarlet eyes on the other living people in the room who were carrying the rat, and then rushed up.
The sound of the gun finally sounded, and the person who was thrown to the ground randomly pulled the trigger of the AK-47 in his hand, and suddenly swept around the house. However, none of the zombies were killed. Instead, they killed and wounded many people who were still alive.
The blood flowed back into the river in the dark room, staining the creeping ants.
Tanaka walked to the boy ’s side, picked up the pistol and the mobile phone that fell to the ground, smiled and reached out, rubbing the boy ’s short hair.
"Good boy, go ahead."
The boy opened his mouth and stared at Tanaka with terrifying eyes. However, he didn't pounce, and slowly looked away, locking another living person.
"Devil!" Passing under the table, a thin black man crawled toward the door in horror.
However, he failed to climb to the door, Tanaka raised his gun and aimed at the dark back.
"Bang-!"
The man's eyes widened and he fell into the pool of blood. The boy took a staggering step and fell on him, opened his big mouth, and bit him fiercely.
A stool was found. Tanaka sat at the door of the room and looked at the **** scene with a smile.
On the cruise ship, he used up all his inventory, and the 5 mg in the perfume bottle is the last point.
But he is not distressed.
Two months ago, he had researched an improved version of the virus, and now the infected person will not only become a zombie, but may also evolve into a mutant type. The most important thing is that these transformed zombies will not list him as the target of predation.
These data come from more than a dozen light-years away, all this is the purpose of the black ship.
Inferior products are used on cruise ships, and those inferior products should be eliminated long ago.
However, it ’s a pity to just throw it away. It ’s better to give these poor worms an appetizer. With this in mind, Tanaka used all his inventory on the cruise ship.
Anyway, he will soon get a steady stream of raw materials. Before the countries of the world react, he will extinguish the fire of this civilization.
The phone rang, Tanaka answered the phone and smiled.
"You agreed to a contract and tried me with boring tricks."
"... We have to make sure that we are not dealing with the US military." The voice over the phone was somber.
"It doesn't matter, I have a lot of time. How is it? Interested?"
"This is the T virus?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a little bit excited.
If the virus is brought to New York, Washington ... Shabab will undoubtedly become the most powerful and influential terrorist organization after becoming a base! The whole world will lie dormant under their terror and listen to the teachings of the true God.
"Because it is an improved type, I plan to call him the TT virus." Tanaka said with a chuckle.
"How much do you plan to sell."
"I don't sell money." Tanaka shook his head.
"... What do you want?"
"Help me, there is a salt factory near Hudur, is that Mr. Zhu ’s industry right? Including his tea plantation in Ethiopia, help me get it. As many viruses as I have extracted, you will be divided Half. "
"Deal!"
......
In front of the Crescent Island Military Base Hospital, Garrett hugged his wife and daughter, and then walked to Jiang Chen standing under the coconut tree.
"Congratulations, Mr. Garrett."
Looking at Garrett, Jiang Chen smiled and opened his hands, hugging him.
Jiang Chen was released, Garrett moved his neck and said teasingly.
"Congratulations to you too, Mr. Jiang Chen. You got a loyal hound."
Despite that, Jiang Chen can clearly see the gratitude in his eyes.
"Please do n’t belittle yourself like this. I never treat my men as hounds." Jiang Chen said with a smile, "How is the new body? How is it used?"
"It's great, I feel like I'm reborn." Garrett punched a punch in his chest and made a solid muffled noise. "The muscle tissue is also much stronger than before. I feel I can Fight with Captain America. "
"Chris Evans will not want to fight you, his ability is in the movie." Jiang Chen smiled, and then condensed the expression on his face, "Just come here, time is pressing, you 'S first mission is here. "
"Ready to go at any time." Garrett stood right.
"Very good, you have three days to get familiar with your body and practice some high-tech weapons."
"How about three days later?"
"I need you to go to Somalia."
"Goal?"
"Anti-narcotics."
"The opponent is a drug dealer? This is easy." Garrett whistled.
Jiang Chen smiled and shook his head.
"The opponent is the person who blows you up into a disability and the culprit in releasing the T virus."
Garret froze, raised his eyebrows, his fists suddenly slammed together, a fierce grin twisted around his mouth.
"Awesome, I must beat him so that he ca n’t even recognize his mother."
"Find him, grab him, kill him if he ca n’t, and kill him again if he ’s resurrected, and he wo n’t move anymore. This is your mission briefing, more specific I have sent to Your chip is on. "
Jiang Chen nodded his left hand watch.
Garret paused for a moment, and only he could see it, a stream of data flashed on his retina, and in front of him became a three-dimensional existence task briefing.
It ’s like wearing Google Glass, but this AR device is implanted directly on his cerebral cortex, not external props.
Including information about the T virus, Tanaka's ability, and secrets about the Black Ship. All the intelligence about the Black Ship organization collected by the ghost agents is shared on his back brain chip.
After viewing the mission briefing, Garrett looked at Jiang Chendao seriously.
"I will."
"Special Ghost Union will provide support for you, and Aurora-20 will also be there when necessary. Good luck." Jiang Chen patted his shoulder and turned away.
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(Sorry, I only wrote three chapters for something that happened yesterday, let ’s break it out tomorrow QAQ) (Unfinished to be continued.)