704 Best of Luck

Somalia, located at the mouth of the Gulf of Aden, was the sea route that all shipping vessels must enter and leave the Suez Canal from and it occupied the lifeline connecting Europe and Asia. Due to the continuous civil war, the order of production had collapsed for many years and pirates has been the local economy since the 20th century.

Chaos, poverty, and the proliferation of arms; here was the hotbed for terrorism.

Occasionally, foreign tourists would visit and spend hundreds of dollars hiring local bodyguards. The bodyguards were usually pirates that switched into the industry and they know clearly who they can't provoke and where they can't go. Although the price was not cheap, it was better than a multi-million dollar ransom.

However, there are exceptions to everything.

Just in the town of Belek, north of Mogadishu, an Asian man was walking alone on the slum streets. In the shadows, pairs of unpleasant eyes watched him without any disguise to the maliciousness in their eyes, staring at him as well as his shoulder bag.

But when he took a turn and headed for that house deep in the slums, all the unpleasant eyes disappeared.

It was the stronghold of Sabah (Youth Party).

Stopping at a fairly complete sand house, Tanaka pulled out his phone, confirmed the coordinates, and walked to the door.

When he opened the door, the previously noisy room gradually turned quiet. The man standing in at the door hoisted a rifle and saw the head of the hat, he then asked.

"Are you Tanaka?"

"That's right," Tanaka said smilingly.

"Cell phone, and weapons." The black man reached his hand out.

Tanaka obediently pulled out a cell phone and put it in the hands of the man.

"Weapons too." The man repeated in broken English.

"I don't have any weapons." Tanaka opened his hands.

The black man glanced incredulously at him and reached for his pocket, but other than his passport and a few pieces of paper, he didn't feel any weapons and found only a small bottle of a thumb-sized perfume.

"I advise you not to open it, or you may kill yourself." Tanaka said with a smile when he saw the man was about to open it. He used Arabic with a tone that didn't sound like he was joking.

There was a burst of laughter, apparently no one took his warning seriously.

The man's opened his mouth and a cruel smile appear, in front Tanaka, he pulled out the cap.

Just as he was going to stuff it into the Asian's nostril, a sudden flash of blood covered his pupils and the color of life in his brown pupils gradually faded.

His chested pumped rapidly as sweat rolled down from his nose and dripped onto the ground.

Tanaka gently took the bottle from his hands, and then put the cap back on.

The rest of the room looked at each other, not understanding the immediate situation. A thin man went up and patted him a few times with his hand. When he saw that there was no reaction, he immediately pulled out a pistol and said warily to Tanaka.

"What did you do to him?"

Tanaka smiled at the boy's action.

"You'll know right away."

"AHHHH—"

A scream came from behind. A man suddenly bit the neck of another man, pushed him to the ground, and blood gushed out. This scene suddenly terrified his companions, they stepped forward to pull the two "twisted" together apart.

"Quickly, separate them!"

"Break off his arm!"

"Ouch! He bit me!"

The sudden unexpected scene made the boy pointing at Tanaka distracted as he turned around to look behind him.

"Roar!"

A short roar came from his back; no one reacted in time. The boy standing in front of Tanaka was smashed into the wall by the man who previously unplugged the bottle and half of his face was chewed off.

"AHHHHHH! Bati, what are you doing!

The miserable howl gradually began to weaken, blood splashed onto Tanaka pants.

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

The man seemed to have captured the smell of the same kind from the boy's body, he stopped chewing and glazed at the other living being with his crimson eyes, he then jumped to them.

The gunshot was finally heard, the person who was plowed to the ground pulled the trigger of the AK-47 in his hand desperately and fired around the house. However, no zombie was killed, but rather, he killed and injured a lot of people who were still alive.

Blood in the dark room formed a river and covered the ants crawling.

Tanaka walked to the boy's side, picked up the pistol and the dropped cellphone, he reached out with a smile and rubbed the boy's short hair.

"Good boy, go now."

The boy opened his mouth and stared at Tanaka with horrific eyes. However, he did not pounce on Tanaka, but he slowly moved his sight and locked them onto another living person.

"Devil!" Crawled under the table, a thin man dashed to the door in horror.

However, he didn't manage to reach the door; Tanaka raised his gun.

"Bang—"

The man's eyes widened and fell in a pool of blood. The boy in unruly steps, jumped on his body, opened his bloody mouth and took a fierce bite.

Tanaka took a stool, sat at the door of the room and smiled at this bloody scene.

On the cruise ship, he used all of his stock, and the 5mg inside the perfume bottle here was the last bit.

But he didn't feel pained at all.

Two months ago, he had developed a modified version of the virus, and now infected people will not only become zombies, but also may evolve into mutants. Most crucially, these modified zombies will not target him as a prey.

This data came from dozens of light years away, all of this was the intention the Kurofune.

It was a waste to just throw the inferior products away. He wanted to serve an appetizers to those poor suckers, so he used the inferior product on the cruise ship.

He will soon be able to get a steady stream of raw materials and before the world could react, the fire of civilization will be extinguished.

The phone began to ring, Tanaka picked up, and said smilingly.

"You stood me up and tested me with a boring trick."

"... We have to make sure we are not dealing with the UA military." The voice over the phone was gloomy.

"It doesn't matter, I have a lot of time. What do you think? Interested?"

"This is the T virus?" The voice over the phone was mixed with a touch of excitement.

If this virus is brought to Nouveau York, the Capital... Sabah will undoubtedly become the most powerful and most influential terrorism organization after Al Qaeda . The whole world will tremble in terror and listen to the teachings of the True God.

"Because it's an improved version, I plan to call this the TT virus," Tanaka chuckled.

"How much do you plan to sell it for?"

"I'm not selling it for money," Tanaka shook his head.

"...What do you want then?"

"Do me a favor. There is a salt factory near Hudour, which is Mr. Zhu's business right? Including his tea plantations in Ethiopia, help me control them. I will split you half of what I produce."

"Deal!"

...

Garrett hugged his wife and daughter in front of the New Moon Island Military Base Hospital. He then walked to Jiang Chen who stood under the coconut tree.

"Congratulations, Mr. Garrett."

Looking at Garrett, Jiang Chen opened his arms with a smile, and gave him a hug.

Letting go of Jiang Chen, Garrett moved his neck and jokingly said.

"Congratulations, Mr. Jiang Chen, you've got yourself a loyal hound."

Having said that, Jiang Chen clearly saw the gratefulness in his eyes.

"Please do not belittle yourself like this; I never thought of my troops as hounds," Jiang Chen laughed. "What about the new body? How are you feeling?"

"Awesome, I feel relived" Garrett punched himself in the chest and made a strong muffled sound, "Muscle tissues are a lot stronger than before, and I feel like I can fight against Captain America."

"Chris Evans will not want to fight with you, his abilities are just special effects." Jiang Chen smiled, and then his expression turned serious. "let's stop the joke here. Ttime is tight and your first task has arrived."

"Ready to go." Garrett stood straight.

"Well, you have three days to get acquainted with your body and practice some high-tech weapons."

"Three days later?"

"I need you to travel to Somalia."

"Target?"

"Drugs."

"Is the target a drug dealer? That's easy." Garrett whistled.

Jiang Chen shook his head with a smile.

"The opponent is the one who exploded you into a crippled person and the culprit who released the T virus."

Garrett took a moment to process, then his eyebrows raised. He bumped his fists together with a ferocious smile appearing on his face.

"Excellent. I will beat him so hard that his mother won't recognize him."

"Find him and capture him. Kill him if he can't be captured and kill him again if he resurrects. Make sure to kill him till he no longer moves. Here's your mission briefing, and more specific information is sent to your chip."

Jiang Chen tapped the watch on his left wrist.

Garett paused, and only himself could see the stream of data flashing through his retina that formed a three-dimensional task briefing.

Just like wearing the Google Glasses, the AR device was implanted directly on his cortex rather than an external item.

Including the T virus information, Tanaka's ability, as well as the secret of the Kurofune, all the information gathered by the Ghost Agents about the Kurofune were shared to the chip in his brain.

After browsing through the mission briefing, Garrett solemnly looked at Jiang Chen.

"I will."

"Ghost Agents will provide you with support, if necessary, Aurora-20 will strike too. I wish you the best of luck." Jiang Chen patted on his shoulder and then turned away.