"I'm telling you, you shouldn't have come to a place like this. You should suffer." Chen Ziyun touched Wang Xiaowu's head, but took out a tissue and gave it to Wang Xiaowu with pity.
"I didn't know it would be so bad here..." Wang Xiaowu looked around in horror. The airport was like an unfinished construction site. Looking back on what she had experienced along the way, she was even more terrified.
It took two flights in total before arriving at Bosaso, a port city in Bari State, Somalia, which was also the place designated by Zen Shiqi. Chen Ziyun also got off the plane in Dubai and discovered that Wang Xiaowu was actually mixed up in the plane, and this damn girl was given to him
I booked economy class, but I hid in the first class and enjoyed it.
At the airport, Chen Ziyun persuaded him in every possible way, but Wang Xiaowu refused to go back alone. He also said that he was already here anyway, so why not go see the scenery of the pirate land.
Chen Ziyun couldn't hold back Wang Xiaowu. Wang Xiaowu was usually well-behaved and a powerful assistant, but once he decided on something, he would definitely be irresistible, so he had to give in. He just told Wang Xiaowu countless times not to do anything.
What's going on? Somalia has always been famous for its chaos and disorder. In a place like this, you can never be too careful.
Wang Xiaowu looked like he was being taught humbly, but his heart was full of expectations. However, when he changed planes to Bosaso, a coastal city in Somalia, in the small African country of Djibouti, Wang Xiaowu's face began to turn pale.
The plane flying to Bosaso was a small passenger plane that was almost losing its teeth. Chen Ziyun was not familiar with the plane and didn't know the model. But it could be seen from the spray paint on it that the plane was at least fifty years old.
It has been in service for a long time. Not to mention the beautiful flight attendants, it does not even have air conditioning. The seats are in tatters and there is not even a seat belt. It looks like a passenger plane, not even a city minibus.
How shabby!
When Wang Xiaowu was stunned, she saw two shirtless white pilots entering the cockpit, one of them holding half a bottle of brandy in his hand!
"Old...Boss..." Africa was already very hot in late April. Seeing this scene, Wang Xiaowu was sweating profusely.
"Don't worry, these drivers should have a lot of driving experience." Chen Ziyun comforted. Most of the passengers inside the cabin were black. When these passengers saw this scene, their expressions were very calm, and they were obviously used to this kind of thing.
Wang Xiaowu was speechless for a while. No matter how experienced he was, he couldn't drive a plane like a car! Drunk driving is subject to heavy fines in China. How should the punishment be for driving a plane after drinking?
Just like that, while Wang Xiaowu was trembling, the fuselage shook violently, as if all the parts were falling apart, making a strong noise, roaring into the sky, and when the plane landed, the two people in the cockpit
The drunkard opened the brandy, took a swig, and howled: "Welcome to Somalia!"
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After getting off the plane, Wang Xiaowu's feet felt weak. She was dizzy and almost vomited. Fortunately, the deserted airport successfully caught her eye and diverted her attention.
"Leave quickly." Chen Ziyun did not forget to order. Chen Ziyun found that after getting off the plane, many passengers had special cars to greet them, and there were several heavily armed gunmen on the cars. When these passengers got on the bus, they were all in a hurry
, as if he was avoiding something.
Zen Shiqi had already made arrangements and explained in his letter that once he arrived in Bosaso, someone would come to pick him up and his personal safety would be protected during the process.
Sure enough, there was an Oriental face in the crowd, a strong black man holding a card in his hand and a pistol on his waist. He walked closer to Chen Ziyun. There were three words written crookedly on the card.
Chinese character "Chen Ziyun".
"Hello, I am Second Lieutenant Quinnier, are you Mr. Chen Ziyun?" Speaking in suffocated English, Quinnier showed his yellow teeth and forced a smile to ask Chen Ziyun. He may have learned about Chen Ziyun in advance.
Because of his appearance, Kunnier seemed very natural when asked.
"Yes." Chen Ziyun quickly stretched out his hand to shake his hand.
Kunil held Chen Ziyun's hand tightly, shook it vigorously, and said: "I received an order. During your stay in Bosaso, I will be responsible for your safety." Kunil spoke very humbly, as if
Just talking to my superiors.
But Chen Ziyun was a little hard to understand. He thought that Kunil was just a mercenary group hired by Zen Seventeen to protect him, but he didn't expect that Kunil actually had a military status. What surprised Chen Ziyun was not Kunil.
It’s the identity of Zen Seventeen, but the method of Zen Seventeen. Although Somalia is divided by warlords, terrorists and thugs are rampant, and pirates are rampant, it still has a legitimate government. Chan Seventeen can have a relationship with the regime in such a complex region, which is really a territorial issue.
Chen Ziyun couldn't believe it. He was even more curious about the mystery of Zen Seventeen.
Kunnier also brought twelve fully armed soldiers. Guarded by two tattered Toyota vehicles, Chen Ziyun pulled Wang Xiaowu into the middle Hummer with a broken front glass mirror, and got into the vehicle.
While driving, Chen Ziyun also discovered that the steel plate of the car body was full of round holes. It was obvious at a glance that they had been shot by bullets.
Chen Ziyun's scalp felt a little numb. Looking at Wang Xiaowu beside him, he felt a little more solemn. Wang Xiaowu really shouldn't be allowed to come to such a chaotic place!
The car raised puffs of smoke and dust as it jolted away.
Wang Xiaowu's original intention was not to visit the hometown of pirates, but to worry about Chen Ziyun, who traveled thousands of miles to come to this war-torn area alone. Looking for the city of sunset mentioned by Zen Seventeen, Wang Xiaowu thought that he could help in this regard.
Chen Ziyun. That’s why she took the risk to come.
Like most areas in Somalia, most of the buildings in Bosaso show signs of damage. Some of the more luxurious-looking villas are often intact on one side, but are destroyed by shells on the other side and turned into ruins. After entering the city,
The flow of people is very dense. But most people were affected by the war and became refugees and poured into this city with a small population. Therefore, the public security in this city is not stable, and you can see hungry people on the road at any time.
Only the skin and bones of hungry people are left.
Seeing these scenes, Wang Xiaowu felt very uncomfortable and held Chen Ziyun's hand tightly. After a while, she muttered: "I finally understand why there are so many pirates and bandits in this place."
Chen Ziyun smiled bitterly, patted the back of Wang Xiaowu's hand, and said: "Who wants to be a thief and a thug if they can have a mouthful of food? Sometimes, human nature is destroyed not because of people's bad nature, but more because of the choice of survival and death.
Forced to a dead end." At this point, Chen Ziyun also felt very heavy.