I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Somalia, located at the mouth of the Gulf of Aden, is the only sea route for the international cargo ships to enter and exit the Suez Canal, occupying the lifeline connecting Eurasian. Due to the continuous civil war, the production order has long collapsed for many years. Since the 20th century, local people have used pirates as their industry.

Chaos, poverty, and arms are rampant. This is a hotbed to nourish terrorism.

Occasionally foreign tourists visit this place, usually spending hundreds of dollars to hire local bodyguards. These bodyguards are usually pirates, and it is clear to whom people can't provoke and where they can't go. Although the price is not cheap, it is better than the ransom of millions of dollars.

There are exceptions to everything.

Just in Beledwin, north of Mogadishu, an Asian man walks alone on the streets of the slums. Under the shadow, a pair of unscrupulous sights are not concealing the malicious look of him, as well as the travel bag on his shoulder.

But when he saw that he had turned a corner and walked toward the house deep in the slum, all the ill-conceived sights were collected.

It is the stronghold of Shabab (Youth. Party).

Parked in a fairly complete sand house, Tanaka took out his cell phone from his pocket, confirmed the coordinates, and walked to the door.

Pushing open the door, the original noisy room gradually quieted down, standing at the black waist of the door with a rifle, and saw the hat on the top of the head and asked.

"You are Tanaka?"

"Yes." Tanaka said with a smile.

"Mobile phones, and weapons." The black man reached out.

Tanaka was very obedient and took out his mobile phone and placed it on the black hand.

"There are weapons." The blacks repeated it in a lame English.

"I don't have any weapons on my body." Tanaka spread his hand.

The black man glared at him in disbelief and reached for his pocket. However, apart from the passport and a few pieces of paper, he did not touch any weapons. He only touched a small bottle of thumb-sized perfume bottle.

"I advise you not to open it, or you may kill yourself." Seeing the black man ready to open the smell, Tanaka said with a smile, in Arabic, the tone is not like a joke.

There was a sneer next to it, and apparently no one took his warning seriously.

The black man smirked and smiled cruelly. In front of the man, he unplugged the bottle cap.

Just as he was about to stuff this stuff into the nostrils of the Asians, his eyes suddenly had a layer of blood on his eyes, and the brown pupils gradually faded away.

His chest was violently undulating, and the sweat of the bean was dripping from the bridge of the nose to the ground.

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

The other people in the room looked at each other and did not understand the situation in front of them. A thin black boy stepped forward and patted him a few times with his hand. Seeing that he did not respond, he immediately pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed to Tian Zhong.

"What did you do to him?"

Looking at the boy's movements, Tanaka smiled.

"You will know soon."

"what!"

A scream rang from behind, a black man suddenly bit the neck of another black man, pressed him to the ground, and blood flowed to the ground. This scene suddenly frightened the companions next to them, and they all stepped forward to pull the two people who were "tweeting".

"Quickly separate them!"

"Put his arm open! Fast!"

"Hey! He bit me!"

And this sudden scene, let the boy pointing at the gun in the middle of the field, and looked back.

"Roar!"

The short low voice rang, and everyone did not react. The boy standing in front of the field, the black man who had previously opened the bottle slammed into the wall and smashed half of his face.

"Ah! It hurts me, Batilla, what are you doing! Keep up your hands..."

The savage miserableness gradually weakened, and the blood splashed on the trouser legs of Tanaka.

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

It seems that the smell of the same kind of smell from the boy, the black man stopped foraging, turned the scarlet eyes to the other living people in the room, and then rushed up.

The gunshot finally sounded, and the person who was thrown to the ground slammed the trigger of the ak-47 in his hand, and swept around the house. However, a zombie was not killed, but instead killed and injured many people who were still alive.

The blood flowed back into the river in the dark room, staining the ants that passed by.

Tanaka walked to the boy's side, picked up the pistol from the side of him, and the mobile phone that fell to the ground, smiled and reached out, and licked the boy's short hair.

"Hey children, go ahead."

The boy opened his mouth and stared at the field with his horrible eyes. However, he did not rush, and slowly removed his gaze and locked another living person.

"Devil!" Passing under the table, a thin black man climbed to the door in horror.

However, he failed to climb to the door, and Tanaka raised his gun and pointed at the dark back.

"boom!"

The man widened his eyes and fell into a pool of blood. The boy took a sly step and threw himself on him. He opened his mouth and slammed it.

I found a stool, and Tanaka sat at the door of the room and smiled at the **** scene.

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

But he is not distressed.

Two months ago, he had developed a modified version of the virus, and now infected people will not only become zombies, but may also evolve into variants. The most important thing is that these modified zombies will not be listed as a target for predation.

These data come from a dozen light years away, all of which are the will of the Black Ship.

The inferior products are used on the cruise ship, and those inferior products have long since been eliminated.

However, it is a pity to throw it away. It is better to give these poor worms an appetizer first. With this in mind, Tanaka used all of his inventory on the cruise ship.

Anyway, he will soon be able to get a steady stream of raw materials, and extinguish the fire of this civilization before the countries of the world react.

The phone rang, and Tanaka connected the phone and smiled and said.

"You have a good time, and you have tested me with a very boring trick."

"...we have to make sure that we are not dealing with the US military." The voice on the other end of the phone was very gloomy.

"It doesn't matter, I have a lot of time. How? Interested?"

"This is the t virus?" The voice at the end of the phone brought a touch of excitement.

If you bring this virus to New York, Washington... Shabab will undoubtedly become the most powerful and influential terrorist organization after the base! The whole world will crouch under their horror and listen to the teachings of the true God.

"Because it is an improved type, I intend to call him tt virus." Tanaka said with a chuckle.

"How much are you going to sell?"

"I don't sell money." Tanaka shook his head.

"...What do you want?"

"Help me a favor. There is a salt factory near Hudul. Is that Mr. Zhu's industry right? It includes his tea plantation in Ethiopia, helping me get it. How much virus I am purifying, how many half of you."

"Complete!"

......

At the entrance of the Crescent Moon Military Base Hospital, Garrett embraced his wife and daughter and then walked over to Jiang Chen, standing under the coconut tree.

"Congratulations, Mr. Garrett."

Looking at Garrett, Jiang Chen smiled and opened his hands and hugged him.

Released Jiang Chen, Garrett moved his neck and groaned.

"Congratulations, Mr. Jiang Chen. You got a loyal hound."

Having said that, Jiang Chen can clearly see the grateful look from his eyes.

"Please don't be so low, I never used my hand as a hound." Jiang Chen said with a smile, "What is the new body? How about getting used to it?"

"Great, there is a feeling of regaining a new life." Garrett punched a punch in his chest and gave a strong muffled sound. "Muscle tissue is also much stronger than before. I feel that I can now compete with the US captain." Hit one."

"Chris Evans will not want to fight with you, his ability is in the movie." Jiang Chen smiled and then condensed the expression on his face. "Jokes are here, time is tight, your first A mission has arrived."

"Be prepared to go." Garrett is on the right track.

“Very good, you have three days to get acquainted with your body and practice some high-tech weapons.”

"After three days?"

"I need you to go to Somalia."

"aims?"

"Vicious."

"The opponent is a drug dealer? It's easy." Garrett whistled.

Jiang Chen smiled and shook his head.

"The opponent is the person who blows you into a disabled person and is the culprit in releasing the t virus."

Garrett squatted, his eyebrows picked, his fists slammed into each other, and his mouth twisted with a fierce sneer.

"Great, I don't think he can't even recognize his mother."

"Find him, grab him, kill him, kill him once, and kill him again, kill him no longer. This is your mission briefing, more specifically I have sent it to your chip. It’s up.”

Jiang Chen ordered his left hand watch.

Garrett paused for a moment, only he could see it, his stream of flashes flashed through a stream of data, and in front of him a trivial task brief.

Just like with Google Glass, this ar device is implanted directly into his cerebral cortex, not an external item.

Including the intelligence of the t virus, Tanaka's ability, and the secrets of the black ship, all the information collected by the ghost agents about the black ship organization is shared in his hindbrain chip.

After browsing the mission briefing, Garrett looked at Jiang Chendao seriously.

"I will."

"The Ghost Special Union will provide you with support. When necessary, Aurora-20 will also be good luck." Jiang Chen patted his shoulder and turned away -

(Sorry, I only got a few things out of the three chapters yesterday, and I will go out to qeq tomorrow.) (To be continued.)