The fiery sunset dyed the vast stretches of desert and barren land at the foot of the mountain red. A skinny black man, with an equally skinny little barefoot boy with a bulging belly, drove under the setting sun.
A group of goats slowly walked towards a mountain village in the distance.
"Most pirates in Somalia embarked on this brutal and violent path because of poverty. They spent a lot of ransom money locally. They built huge villas, bought imported expensive cars, opened hotels, and distributed part of the harvest to
The people are poor, so it is not only shameful to be a local pirate, but in many cases they are also heroes in the eyes of local residents and refugees, and it is a career they aspire to..."
Watching the dark and thin figure gradually go away, Zhang Weidong couldn't help but think of what Tang Guohe told him about Somalia along the way, and also thought of the desolation and barrenness he saw along the way, with a complicated look in his eyes.
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Originally, he came here with murderous intent, intending to uproot the pirate gang "Puntland Guards" that even dared to hijack his student's father, but this originally powerful murderous intent was gradually weakened along the way.
Looking away from the two black men and the herd of goats who were gradually disappearing into the distance, Zhang Weidong looked at the small town of El, known as the "Hometown of Pirates".
This is a prosperous town rarely seen in Somalia. The port is full of ships, speedboats and even luxury yachts. Although most of the houses in the town are dilapidated, they are connected one after another, showing the charm of the town.
bustling.
One of the buildings, which covers an area of at least four to five thousand square meters including a courtyard, stands out among the dilapidated houses, as if it stands out from the crowd.
Standing at the door of the courtyard were black men with guns and ammunition, their chest muscles bulging high, and their strong aura could be felt from a distance.
"Teacher Zhang, that's where the headquarters of the 'Puntland Guard' is located. Last time we came here, the hostages of the 'Tianfeng' cargo ship were detained in the single-story gray-white building at the west end." Tang Guohe put down his hands.
He used his telescope and pointed at the building in the distance. After speaking, Tang Guohe turned his head and looked at Zhang Weidong with awe-inspiring eyes.
Tang Guohe was temporarily recruited to Beijing yesterday morning by a phone call from the commander of the group army, his father, and rushed to Beijing by military plane. Then he met Zhang Weidong and Dongming.
At first, Tang Guohe couldn't believe that just two people, one old and one young, could go deep into the pirate's lair to rescue the hostages. He couldn't even believe that he, the leader of the Huya Special Forces, would one day be reduced to a guide. But soldiers have a bounden duty to obey orders. Moreover,
This order came from his father, and Tang Guohe doubted that anyone would dare to doubt his father.
However, when the three of them arrived at the airport in the capital of Somalia by plane, and Zhang Weidong took Tang Guohe and Dongming directly into the land of Somalia with their swords, Tang Guohe finally understood why he, as the captain of the Huya Special Forces, could only be reduced to a guide.
Already.
Before Tang Guohe finished speaking, Zhang Weidong's spiritual thoughts had already spread like a giant net towards the courtyard by the sea in the distance.
Ever since that night when his spiritual thoughts inadvertently entered the chaotic aura, Zhang Weidong's spiritual thoughts had been refined and condensed and extremely powerful. As soon as his spiritual thoughts were released, he could clearly sense the two people gathered in the single-story building.
There were fifteen people, and two sturdy pirates holding AK47 assault rifles stood at the door.
"Twenty-five people! It seems that the pirates are still very confident in themselves." Zhang Weidong's mind focused on the single building. A disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Tang Guohe told him that the number of hostages was exactly twenty-five!
"Let's go to Dongming." A cold light flashed in Zhang Weidong's eyes. He reached out and grabbed Tang Guohe's strong arm, stepped down the mountain, and shot straight towards the building in the distance like an arrow.
Seeing this, Dongming hurriedly circulated his true energy, kicked hard on the ground with both feet, and shot the person down the mountain like an arrow.
Tang Guohe was grabbed by Zhang Weidong's arm. The sea breeze blew against him, his ears bulged, but he couldn't open his eyes at all.
When the wind suddenly stopped, Tang Guohe opened his eyes and found that he was already standing in front of a locked iron gate. The two pirates guarding the iron gate stood motionless with their eyes wide open.
All he showed was a look of horror and horror.
Without Zhang Weidong opening his mouth, Dong Ming had already reached out and grabbed the huge iron lock and pulled hard. The iron lock clanged and fell to the ground. Then he pushed open the iron door and stood on the side with his hands tied.
Zhang Weidong nodded slightly, then strode in with Tang Guohe.
There was a strong smell in the cell, and there were twenty-five dark-skinned Chinese men sitting or lying inside. Several of them had some whiplash wounds on their bodies, but none of them were serious.
When the iron door was suddenly pushed open, what appeared in front of them was not the pirates with live weapons and nuclear bombs, but two men with yellow skin like them. Everyone in the cell stared at them stupidly.
For a moment, I couldn't realize what happened.
"You are saved. I am a member of the Chinese Communist Party. I have been ordered to rescue you." Tang Guohe stepped forward and saluted everyone with an excited look, but his voice was calm and calm.
This was something Zhang Weidong had already explained before coming here. They and Dong Ming were only responsible for taking action, leading the way, contacting the navy warships, and other superficial tasks, all of which were left to Tang Guohe.
Seeing that Tang Guohe spoke with a familiar Chinese accent and was from China, everyone in the cell first looked in disbelief, and then they all silently shed tears for the rest of their lives.
Now they are still in the pirate's lair, and they don't dare to speak out.
Zhang Weidong's eyes swept across the crowd who were crying silently, and finally landed on a middle-aged man who looked slightly similar to Lu Yafen.
There was a whip wound on the man's body. The scar was not deep, but it looked a bit shocking.
"Your name is Lu Changjun, right?" Zhang Weidong walked up to the man and asked.
"How do you know that my name is Lu Changjun? Do you know me?" Lu Changjun was very surprised when he looked at the young man in front of him who didn't look like a soldier. However, Tang Guohe had a fierce aura, and even his eyes were like
As sharp as a sword, there is no doubt that he is the true elite of the Chinese Army.
"Immediately report to your family that you are safe after escaping from danger. Your daughter is very worried about you! I will make the pirates pay a heavy price for the whiplash you suffered and the suffering you endured during this period." Zhang Weidong patted him.
On Lu Changjun's shoulder, a wisp of vitality filled with wood energy flowed quietly along the place where he laid his hands to the whip wound. In this way, even if Lu Changjun escaped from danger and did not need medicine, the wound would heal quickly.
After saying this, Zhang Weidong, under Lu Changjun's confused gaze, turned and said to Tang Guohe: "Dongming will stay and go back with you. You can now contact the navy warships and let them prepare for the response."
After speaking, Zhang Weidong walked towards the door.
Tang Guohe watched Zhang Weidong leave with fanatical but awe-inspiring eyes. He didn't know if he would have the opportunity to perform tasks with this mysterious and powerful teacher Zhang who made him tremble every time he thought about it. But he knew that in this life, he would never
It is never possible to forget that there are such powerful beings in this world.
"Teacher." When Zhang Weidong walked to the door, Dongming in the aisle bowed to Zhang Weidong with some reluctance.
He had heard everything Zhang Weidong told Tang Guohe. He wanted to stay and go back with Zhang Weidong, but his cultivation was limited and he was currently unable to fly with the treasure. He could not fly across this vast sea with his ability.
"I will often go to Qingcheng Mountain when I have time." Zhang Weidong patted Dongming on the shoulder and said.
He didn't know before that the world of cultivation in China had declined to such an extent, nor did he know that during that special historical period, there was another war that the world didn't know about. Now that he knows, as a member of the world of cultivation
, Zhang Weidong found that he could not stay away with his own mentality. In this case, let the Chinese cultivation world rise in the Qingcheng Sect.
After Zhang Weidong finished speaking, he drifted away, leaving Dongming standing there as blankly as a clay sculpture.
There are still secrets in martial arts in the world that are not passed down by sects, and the way of cultivation is to compete with the heavens. Many mysteries of cultivation were learned by the predecessors of the sect during their lives and deaths. They are extremely precious and will never be taught to anyone who is not a disciple of the sect. Just like
Dongming’s understanding of breaking through the qi training period last time was almost obtained through a journey behind the gate of hell. How could it be passed on to outsiders casually? This is why Dongming, at such a young age, has always maintained his belief in Zhang Weidong.
One of the reasons for his unparalleled respect is not entirely because of his status as a Golden Core monk. Therefore, since the last foundation building was successful and he received many teachings from Zhang Weidong, Dongming was extremely eager to listen to Zhang Weidong's teachings again.
, but never dared to hope for it again. But Dongming never expected that Zhang Weidong promised to give him more than he dared to hope for.
"I will often go to Qingcheng Mountain when I have time." Zhang Weidong's voice before leaving echoed in Dongming's ears for a long time, and two lines of old tears fell from his eyes unconsciously.
Since Boyach killed the previous leader and took the position of leader of the "Puntland Guard", good luck seems to have been following him. The business on the sea is getting bigger and smoother, and the people, guns, and ships under his men use terrifying methods.
The speed is skyrocketing, and of course his personal wealth is also skyrocketing.
Luxurious villas, expensive sports cars, and beautiful girls... Boyach squandered the wealth he accumulated through violent means to his heart's content.
Boyach's mood today is like the sunny weather in Somalia, nice and hot, because he just got two beautiful black girls with big butts today.
But before enjoying these two big-assed girls, Boyach had to fill his stomach first. Boyach had been very depressed when he was young, and had not eaten any food for two days and two nights, so he had no idea about eating.
I have a soft spot for her, and I have sworn that I will never let myself go hungry in the future. So even if two black girls with big butts sway their butts from time to time in front of the white dining table, and pose in various seductive postures, Boya
He still leisurely enjoyed the steak on the table and the Bordeaux wine he got from a French yacht, like a gentleman.
He wants to enjoy the food on the table first, and then enjoy the two big-assed black girls at the table.
"Report to the chief, there is a Chinese gentleman who wants to see you." While Boyach was enjoying the food on the table, a soldier called at the door.
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