Lin Feng was quite familiar with Mogadishu, so the Elite Platoon Special Forces Soldiers following him didn’t even need to scout the way; all they needed to do was stay on their guards, and that had undoubtedly saved lots of time.
Because Radner’s home was bombed, it had affected the entire city in a certain way; the government soldiered up to prevent people from attacking them and were already on standby, just in case.
The city was already filled with chaos, and now with the government’s army rolling out, illegal armies coming out, the entire city’s walkway was without a pedestrian, in reality, the danger had hidden itself in the dark corners that cannot be seen, and would endanger someone’s life if they weren’t paying attention.
Meanwhile, the pub nearby Radner’s home was already plunged in chaos; when the sounds of the explosion hit, the men and women who were immersed in excitement immediately turned into headless flies, running and crashing into everywhere, the sounds of explosion, music, screams, and gunfire all mixed together, the scene was chaotic without measure.
The Puntland Groups guarding the pub also came to their senses; they rallied to the center from each direction and started shooting without blinking.
In their eyes, people’s lives aren’t something that was worthy of respect; what they wanted to do was to make these lousy bastards stay quiet.
And what they mean by ‘staying quiet’ wasn’t whatever else; it was shooting and killing them, even though the crowd they were slaughtering were young people who weren’t threatening at the slightest.
Several bastards who created the chaos, who wore little caps on their heads, mixed in with the crowd, and started running out of the pub.
In order for themselves to get away, they purposely pushed over the screaming young people, and some even stepped on the young person whom they had just pushed onto the ground; disregarding the painful screams of these young people, they left the place with souls under their soles.
“Them, you see! It’s them! Shoot! Shoot!”
In the chaotic pub, several Puntland Group members finally found their targets, they pointed at the crowd while roaring, and the bullets flew into the crowd as they roared.
“Bang bang bang bang….”
Under the intense gunfire, more piercing screams rang out, young people who didn’t bring guns here fell wave after wave, the entire disco was filled with the smell of blood and sulfur, indeed hell on Earth.
The armed guards at the disco’s exit also charged in; they raised their assault rifles and shot into the crowd pouring out; they’d rather kill everyone than let a person go as they fired with faces filled with savagery.
The people rushing in the front first fell down, then another wave…
The fallen people increased in numbers, while the pool of blood also grew larger.
A moment ago, this place was filled with luxury and debauchery, yet at this moment, it wouldn’t be too off the mark to say this place was Hell on Earth.
A man in loose cotton robes stood outside the crossfire, his eyes stared shadily ahead like a bird of prey; around him stood dozens of illegally armed militants with guns in their hands, encircling this man in their protection.
The gunfire was right in front of him, yet it was extremely safe where he was.
Very quickly, several Somalian locals in loose pants and topless bodies ran over here while carrying guns.
They kept running until they reached this man’s side, then kneeled down at him with their right leg, and pointed towards the back of Radner’s abode, after saying something in their language, the expression of the man in loose cotton robes changed drastically, his eyes ferociously glared at the place that was pointed, turning around, he hopped onto the jeep that was parked right beside him, the wheels whirled up a sandstorm, and rode away.
The unsafe night had already reached 3 o’clock in the morning; in no time, the sky would be lit, and the new day would arrive, some people would still be able to bathe in the sunlight, yet some would forever remain during tonight.
