Chapter 703 (1/2)

Located at the mouth of the Gulf of Aden, Somalia is the only sea route for cargo ships from all over the world to enter and leave the Suez Canal, occupying the lifeline connecting Europe and Asia. Due to the continuous civil war, the production order has collapsed for many years. Since the 20th century, the local people have taken pirates as their business.

Chaos, poverty, and the proliferation of arms are the hotbeds of terror and doctrine.

Occasionally, foreign tourists visit the area, and usually spend hundreds of dollars to hire local bodyguards. These bodyguards are usually pirates, who can not be provoked, which places can not be very clear. It's not cheap, but it's better than a multimillion dollar ransom.

And there are exceptions to everything.

Just north of Mogadishu, a man with an Asian face walks alone on a street in a slum. Under the shadow, a pair of malicious eyes, is not disguised maliciously looking at him, as well as his shoulder bag.

When he came back to the slum, he didn't want to turn back.

It's the stronghold of Shabab.

Stopped in a relatively complete sand house, the field took out the mobile phone from his pocket, confirmed the coordinates, and walked to the door.

Pushing open the door, the noisy room gradually quieted down. The black man standing at the door, armed with a rifle, saw the hat on his head and asked.

”Are you Tanaka?”

”That's right.” Tanaka said with a smile.

”Cell phones, weapons.” The Negro held out his hand.

Tanaka was very obedient, took out his mobile phone and put it in the black man's hand.

”And weapons.” The black man repeated it in poor English.

”I have no weapons on me.” The fields spread out their hands.

black man looked at him with incredible eyes, and reached for his pocket. But in addition to his passport and some pieces of paper, he could not touch what weapon he had, and only found a small bottle of thumb size perfume bottle.

”I advise you not to open it, or you may kill yourself.” Seeing that the black man was ready to open and smell, Tanaka said with a smile, in Arabic, not in a joking tone.

There was a burst of laughter, and it was obvious that no one took his warning seriously.

The black man grinned cruelly and pulled out the bottle cap in front of the man.

Just as he was about to insert the device into the Asian's nostrils, his white eyes were suddenly covered with blood, and his brown pupils were fading away.

His chest heaved violently, and the sweat drops from the bridge of his nose and forehead to the ground.

Tanaka lightly took the bottle from his hand and covered it.

The rest of the room looked at each other, not knowing what was happening. A small black boy stepped forward and patted him hard with his hand. Seeing that he didn't respond, he immediately drew a pistol from his waist and pointed to the field and said cautiously.

”What did you do to him?”

Looking at the boy's action, Tanaka smiles.

”You'll find out in a minute.”

”Ah!”

A scream was heard from behind. A black man suddenly bit another black man's neck and pressed him to the ground, bleeding all over the ground. This scene immediately scared the companion next to them, and they all went forward to prepare to pull off the ”wrestling” two people.

”Get rid of them!”

”Break his arm! Come on

”Oh! He bit me

The sudden scene also distracted the boy from the field and looked back.

”Roar!”

The boy standing in front of the field was bumped into the wall by the black man who had pulled off the bottle cap and chewed off half of his face.

”Ah, ah! It's killing me, batila. What are you doing! Stop it... ”

The shrill howl gradually weakened, and blood splashed on the legs of his trousers.

The pistol slipped from the boy's hand and fell into a pool of blood.

It was as if the same smell had been smelled from the boy. The black man stopped eating, turned his scarlet eyes to the other living people scurrying around the room, and then jumped on him.

At last, the gunfire rang out, and the man who had been thrown to the ground pulled the AK-47 trigger in his hand and suddenly swept around the house. However, a zombie was not killed, but killed and injured many people who were still alive.

The blood in the dark room countercurrent into a river, dyed red and crawling ants.

Tanaka went to the boy's side, picked up the pistol from his side, and dropped the mobile phone on the ground. Smiling, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the boy's short hair.

”Good boy, go.”

The boy opened and closed his mouth and gazed at the field with horror eyes. However, he did not leap forward, slowly moved away from his eyes and locked in another living man.

”Devil!” Walking under the table, a thin black man crawled to the door in horror.However, he failed to climb to the door. Tanaka raised his gun and aimed it at the dark back.

”Bang!”

The man opened his eyes wide and fell into a pool of blood. The boy staggered, fell down on him, opened his mouth, and bit him hard.

Looking for a stool, Tanaka sat at the door of the room, smiling at the bloody scene.

on the cruise ship, he used up all the stock, and the 5mg in the perfume bottle is the last point.

But he didn't care.