The required materials, weapons, and equipment were transferred to the vehicle that could enter Somalia. The Elite Platoon members didn’t stay for long; they changed planes and headed to their final destination.
Three hours later, everyone arrived at an open place that would require them nearly a two-hour drive to the center of Mogadishu. This was an empty flat ground surrounded by mountain peaks and dense forests. The transport plane with “Airdrop Aid” crafted on it completed the landing.
Xia Jinyuan took the lead to sit in the driver’s seat of the jeep. Ye Jian sat in the passenger seat while G3, K7, and Z7 were crowded in the back row. V8 contacted the captain, “Please lower the cargo cabin ladder.”
“Sit firmly; we will set off soon!” Xia Jinyuan reminded his comrades in the jeep.
As the cargo cabin ladder descended slowly, only the noise of the jeep’s engine was heard in the entire cabin. The moment the cabin ladder touched the ground, the jeep drove out as fast as a wild horse.
When the jeep drove out, V8 pulled the exterior mirror with one hand and left the cabin together with his comrades.
Mogadishu was the capital of Somalia and the largest city in Somalia. It was called Mugudushu in ancient China.
This was a seaport city on the Indian Ocean coast in the north of East Africa. It was originally a peaceful place, but now Mogadishu was full of civil strife, rebellion, and there were wars everywhere.
Everyone on the street carried guns, and the city was full of terror. It was a dangerous capital.
Driving from the dense forest to the road, K7 came forward to lease a dilapidated off-road at a very high price when they arrived at a small town.
“You are so fat; I’m almost squeezed into a meatloaf!” V8, who jumped out of the jeep, stretched his shoulders and moved his hands and feet, finally stretching out his tight muscles and bones.
Z7 bent down, stretched his legs, and moved his neck left and right, then he echoed, “You are really fat; my shoulders are about to be swollen because of you.”
One jeep, seven people, two in the front, five in the back…it was really a bit crowded.
They still had their equipment piled up in the back compartment of the jeep, it was impossible for anyone to get in there, so they could only squeeze together throughout the journey. Ye Jian also agreed that it was crowded.
They rented a jeep this time. Although it was broken, at least they didn’t all have to squeeze together in one vehicle.
From the town, two jeeps drove for only half an hour before they were intercepted by a small group of local militants composed of more than 10 people.
The members were about the same age, they were all mature men between 20 and 30 years old, but their weapons and equipment,… Z7 couldn’t help exclaiming, “Heck! Mogadishu people are really too rich! Look at the things they’re holding, and look at us; the difference is too big!”
He was right. The group was just a small militia team, but their weapons and equipment were all modern weapons. They had 92F pistols, new submachine guns; what was missing was an anti-tank bazooka!
If they really had an anti-tank bazooka, then it would be a huge headache. It would be difficult to even think of getting out of this place alive!
Luckily, they didn’t have an anti-tank bazooka because with their weapons… Who said those people were a militia team? They were simply a modern, fully equipped army team.
Looking at the militants clamoring around their jeep, K7, who was in charge of translating, spoke in a flat voice, “You guys stay in the car, don’t move, watch my gestures before acting. I will go down and talk with them first. We should try our best to not use force or cause any big movements.”
