Chapter 705 (1/2)
This world, Somalia, Mogadishu.
A man in a leather jacket carrying a suitcase, the meteor strode out of the airport. There are round sunglasses on the high nose, and the knife cut face looks quite fierce. People can feel at a glance that this guy is not easy to offend!
Standing outside the airport, Garrett looked around the busy street and pressed his hand on the headset.
”This is Garrett, who has arrived at Mogadishu airport Yes. ”
Just like playing video games, the blue road sign directly appears in his field of vision, marking the location of the mission.
”Shepard, it's really convenient.”
Murmuring to himself, Garrett's eyes locked in the direction of the destination, through the crowd, straight to the blue signpost.
Walking straight through a street, he turned into a local hotel. Instead of opening a room at the front desk, he went upstairs. He stopped at the door of room 503 and pushed the door gently.
The door opened.
As agent ghost said, the door is not locked.
Garrett enters the door, and the boots squeak on the wooden floor. Looking around carefully, he closed the door behind him, went straight to the bed and took out his room card from under his pillow.
It's all as it was in the mission brief.
With a grin, he squatted down and jerked out the password box from the bottom of the bed.
Type in the code, click, and the bullets open. The Ripper's rifle, which emits the black metallic luster of paint, and the orange bullets and clips are revealed.
He dumped his equipment on the bed, stuffed rifles and drones into his travel bag, his pistol in his trouser pocket, and when armed, he went out again with his suitcase.
Walking downstairs, a black man in a gray shirt snuffed out his cigarette and came forward.
”Do you need a bodyguard, sir? At $400 a day, I can guarantee your security in Somalia. ”
”Do you have a car?”
”In Somalia, of course, bodyguards are drivers.” The Negro was smiling and his teeth were white.
Gareth features a nod and a wave.
”Show me your car.”
”OK. My name is a little long. If you foreigners are not used to it, you can call me nasid
”Smith.” Said garret lightly.
Smith, this is the name on his passport.
Nasid's car was parked at a fruit stand not far from the hotel, and there were also some children eating apples.
After driving the child away, nasid pulled the door and gestured to Garrett.
The modified Toyota pickup truck has weld marks in the back of the car. No doubt, this guy used to be a bandit or something. Why? Because the Toyota pickup. 50 machine gun is almost a standard accessory for terrorists.
After more than five years of hiding from terrorists in Iraq, Garrett knows all about these things.
But at the moment, he said nothing, sat in the co pilot's seat and fastened his seat belt.
”To where?” The black driver started the car and turned his head.
”Houduel.”
Nasid, who was about to drive, was obviously stunned.
”What's the matter?” Asked Garrett.
”It's not peaceful there. I don't recommend you go there It's Shabab's stronghold, and you've heard that they're very unfriendly to the Americans. ” Said nasid.
Garrett grinned.
”Just take me there and let me out of the car.”
Nasid made a helpless expression.
”If you insist.”
Just as nasid got on the bus, a woman with a black turban drove to the desert north of hudur.
When the second-hand car was parked by a sand dune, the woman pulled off her camouflage headdress and threw her pure black robe on the car, revealing her beautiful face and the desert color combat uniform with optical stealth function originally covered.