Chapter 53： : The corner that God forgot

At 23:11 in the evening!

Three fully fueled Il-76s pierced the sky from Boryspil Airport.

Tang Dao was smoking a cigarette and looking out the window. The display lights on the transport plane were particularly beautiful at night, and the stomach of Il-76 contained the foundation he laid. There are common armored personnel carriers, T-series tanks, and doe helicopters. Needless to say, other types of firearms, if they can be sold, he, Tang, can really gain a foothold.

Something called ambition grows in his eyes!

I want to be the first private hooligan!

The straight-line distance from Kyiv, Ukraine, to Mogadishu, the capital of Somalia, is more than 4,900 kilometers. If it is an empty plane, it can still fly there, but now it is full of cargo, and they still need to stop halfway to refuel. The steps here are controlled by Tang Dao remotely. Felix from the United States came forward, and the status of a lawyer is quite prestigious.

After flying for nearly thirteen hours, we landed at Mogadishu Airport on time at 13:00 the next day.

Somalia!

One of the most chaotic countries in East Africa and even in the world, Somalia has been in a state of anarchy ruled by warlords since the fall of the Siad regime. Somaliland in the northwest is virtually independent from central Puntland and southwestern Somalia.

However, this is the only sea route for cargo ships from various countries to enter and leave the Suez Canal. Due to continuous civil wars, the social and educational systems have collapsed for many years. The local people have been piracy since the 20th century. Pirates in the country blackmail merchant ships from various countries every year, and the amount is difficult to estimate, so that the United Nations launched an investigation and attack on the pirate base in Somalia.

They even have an "indissoluble bond" with Ukraine.

After the millennium, a Ukrainian cargo ship was hijacked with 44 tanks on it!

This incident made Xiao Maozi lose face in the United Nations.

Tang Dao grabbed the armrest in the cabin, felt the Il-76 driving slowly, turned his head to look at his employees, and finally stared at John, "I will carry the RPG later, if anyone below dares to mess around, I will kill you He!" Maybe he felt that his tone was a bit rushed, he paused, and then continued, "Of course, we are here to do business, and peace is the most important thing, I am just a businessman."

It is not unheard of for arms dealers to be robbed of goods.

In 1983, Frenchman Christian Bernard took a batch of Famas automatic rifles produced by the French GIAT Group to South Africa. This guy took 3 security personnel and stayed in the hotel that night. There was an explosion, 14 people including him died, and that batch of goods... just disappeared.

You can get the goods without spending money, and it's only a bomb's time.

If it is Tang Dao, he is also willing to do it.

This industry does not pay attention to the spirit of contract, and the most important thing is that the actual controller of Mogadishu is Mohammed Farah Aidid!

This name is very common, but after 1992, this guy started to fork, snatching UN relief supplies, and declaring war on the world!

The famous Black Hawk Down was led by him alone, which caused the US military to suffer the biggest humiliation after World War II.

Somalia is a powder keg that explodes at one touch.

"You contact Gould in Namibia and say that I will hire them and let them come over as soon as possible." Tang Dao said to Robert again.

"Understood." Robert had a submachine gun hanging around his neck, with a solemn expression.

Even Osborne, who had a big mouth, felt a pressure. He raised the corner of his mouth and patted his pocket, and there was the sound of bullets crashing inside.

When the cabin door opened slowly, John and Jin Dun rushed out, and no one would be allowed to approach according to the plan.

This Mogadishu airport was originally used by the Somali Air Force (SAC), and there was a military academy here, but after the civil war broke out, everyone and equipment here were evacuated, and the government collapsed. How can there be time? To manage this **** venue, these ground and airport staff are just part-timers.

"Mr. Nicholas?"

With a very timid English cry, Tang Dao raised his head and saw a middle-aged black man wearing glasses and holding a briefcase in his hand, standing cautiously in the distance.

Tang Dao glanced at it, and the first impression the other party gave him was that it was clean.

In Africa, it is not easy to dress cleanly. Generally, only people with higher education can take care of themselves. I heard that Aidid even wears a military uniform for the police, because he doesn’t know what to wear and is afraid of being laughed at.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Cyril Dewar. I am an interpreter hired by Mr. Felix. He asked me to wait for you at the airport."

translate?

After Tang Dao looked him up and down, he nodded slowly, hooked his fingers, and signaled him to come in. Cyril didn't know that his eyes had been glancing at the weapons held by Robert and the others. He subconsciously hugged the handbag in his arms, walked over, and consciously half-bent, "Mr. Nicholas."

"You look highly educated. What did you do before?"

"I used to be a tutor for others." Cyril said with a little pride, "I graduated from the School of International Relations, Sudan African International University."

The African International University in Sudan is one of the most prosperous universities in Africa. Generally, the supervisor of the school is the President of Sudan, and the principal is a senior official of Sudan. Therefore, the general career of graduates is very bright, and the leaders of many African countries are graduated from this school.

But... Tang Dao has never heard of it.

If you want to tell him about Stanford and Cambridge, he can still say a few words, Sudan African International University? Where is it ranked in the world? In Tang Dao's eyes, this is a scumbag!

"Then you are familiar with this Mogadishu?"

"I've lived here for 20 years." Cyrilton said after a moment.

This turned out to be a senior leading party.

Tang Dao became more enthusiastic all of a sudden, and handed him a cigarette. UU Reading made Cyril at a loss, "Don't worry, as long as you work hard, you will not lose your share of the money, you Now tell me, what is the situation in Somalia?"

Cyril nodded hurriedly, clearly explained the surrounding situation clearly, and brought his own opinion.

How messy is this place?

A Pakistani division, two regiments of the US Rangers, the African Union soy sauce brother, what a mess of garrisons add up to more than 30,000 people! The forces here are truly criss-crossing, but this group of people dare not jump here, because Uncle Somalia is starting a civil war, who the **** are you from? A good man lies on the ground.

An AK, two slippers, a vest, random marksmanship!

The group of elite garrisons who were beaten did not dare to say anything in the local area.

"Somalia, a corner forgotten by God!" Cyril shook his head in disappointment.

"Then why don't you leave here? With your conditions, you can go to a safer country." Tang Dao asked.

"I used to be a student here, and my teachers trained me, but now they have all died in the civil war. I can't give up here. Somalia without education has no future. I want to be here, so that every child Can afford to go to school." When he said this, Cyril's eyes lit up, he clenched his fists, and looked at Tang Dao, "I can die here poor, but my motherland cannot have a future."

Tang Dao saw... Faith in the eyes of the other party.

It actually made him feel ashamed? Of course, the next second it was gone.

Belief?

Can it be eaten as a meal?

I want money! right!

I don't want to be pointed at the nose and called a beggar again in this life.

Fucking faith, and...fucking future.

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