The light of the lighthouse was extinguished, and the endless sea slowly woke up from the night, and the rolling sea in the east began to show a unique sunrise on the sea.

Mogadishu is Mogadishu with its towering mosque minarets on the coast, rows of old Arab citadels, and a city with a predominantly white hue that gradually reveals its clear outline in the morning light.

Wang Hao stood on the deck and looked forward, the blue Indian Ocean set off the white city, which looked clean and beautiful.

The downtown seaside promenade is wide and straight, lined with dense tropical trees, flowers and plants, and the streets are full of pedestrians and vehicles.

If there is no Xu Momo, it is not bad to bring the daughters of the family here for a turn.

After carrying the backpack prepared for himself by Youbing, applying a layer of oil paint that can make the skin darken, and lighting a few ugly moles, the elegant Wang Hao instantly turned into a lewd middle-aged man.

If you don't look closely, you can't see how handsome he used to be.

Look at Youbing again, Youbing at this time dressed himself as black and thin, wearing a cheap brown shirt and carrying a big bag, looking around.

"Young master, are you sure that you can rescue that young lady in this way?" You Bing said with a bitter face.

"We're here to save people, not for vacation, don't dress up too attractive," Wang Hao glared at Youbing and continued to walk forward, "Most of the residents here are pirates, be careful when you speak, just call me Ah Hao, if someone asks, they say that they committed an accident and smuggled over." ”

Youbing nodded, of course, before that, the two of them reviewed the conversation.

The city of Mogadishu was still divided among the warlords, with occasional gunfire and some unrest, and the two men stopped a silver dilapidated car.

The driver was a strong black man, who did not speak, but kept listening to the sound of the bullets not far away.

"Go to Shinan," Wang Hao sorted out his backpack and took out a piece of M yuan.

The car turned a corner, and met a truck, the truck was full of black people, they were all wearing body armor, mobile phones and guns, wiping and singing, one of the black people looked at Wang Hao and others, grinning and laughing.

"There are yellow people here!"

"Hahaha! What do the yellow people come here for? Wang Hao didn't make a sound, but looked at the open street in front of him.

The black driver tilted his head slightly and said, "What are you doing in Mogadishu?" ”

Wang Hao smiled. "I robbed the gold shop and smuggled over."

When the black driver heard the words of the gold shop, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"My name is William, there is my business card in the back of the carriage, you can write a phone number to me, I know Mogadishu well, you can find me if you have something."

“ok！” Wang Hao smiled slightly.

Soon arrived in the south of the city, William clutched his business card, beckoned to Wang Hao and Youbing, and drove away.

At present, the main areas of gang fighting in Mogadishu are concentrated in the northern part of Mogadishu, while the southern part of the city, where there is less conflict, is relatively safe.

Many people are selling bread and other food along the streets, and the sun is shining on the mosal tower, making it impossible to imagine that this beautiful city is mostly inhabited by pirates, and there are gray wars every day.

Mogadishu's main industries include food and beverage manufacturing, as well as simple textiles, especially cotton processing.

Since Mogadishu's international airport has been damaged by years of fighting, only a few private airlines fly and fly from smaller airports around the city on an irregular basis.

Mogadishu remains the most important seaport in southern Somalia and is connected by road to landlocked cities and regions such as Kenya and Ethiopia.

Wang Hao took out his mobile phone, carefully looked at the information transmitted by Anglis, and walked towards the southern residential area.

The houses here are relatively **, some people with assets live in small buildings, and the poorer ones are wooden houses, and few people live in villas or other mansions.

Angliss arranged for Wang Hao to be a bungalow, with stone and earth houses on both sides, and the stairs were trampled flat, painted with white paint, and somewhat discolored.

There was a sand tree in front of the house, casting a little shade,

Walked into the room, pushed open the door, put down the big bag on his shoulder, and walked around with Youbing, two small rooms, and a bathroom, the walls were painted with green paint, and there was a small table in the corridor outside the room, which was very tattered, and there was an iron bar for wiping guns under the table.

"This is our temporary residence, if we find Xu Momo, we can go back." Wang Hao said, he patted the dust on the bed.

"Young Master, do you really just want to find Miss Xu Momo?" Youbing scratched his head.

"I have my plan, and of course I won't do anything that is at a loss,

The corners of Wang Hao's mouth hooked up a smile, "Let's go around first and see if there is anything you find, Angliss contacted that Chinese friend, and he said that he had seen Xu Momo in the north of the city." ”

Youbing grabbed his backpack again.

At this time, the two of them looked like down-and-out refugees, wandering around the streets, their dark skin looking dead and dirty, but these are normal in the eyes of the locals, who is not dirty? It's just that these two people look a little faceless.

Although Mogadishu is frequented by war, its communication technology is very good, and it can even connect with the city's mobile phone network through communication satellites, and the café not far away has an international Internet sign.

With the Internet, everything is easy to say, and you are not afraid that you will not be able to make a phone call, and you will not be able to access the Internet.

But what makes Wang Hao a headache is, why can't the tracker suddenly find Xu Momo? Under such a high-level network, there is something that can be blinded.

It's okay to say that it's an arms organization, but I can't even find Xu Momo's slightest induction, so it's a little suspicious.

Wang Hao and Youbing walked towards the street, and from time to time someone on the street climbed into a passing truck with a string of bullets around his neck and took a ride.

I bought two loaves of bread at a street stall, and not far away there were people pulling cotton carts passing by.

The sun was blazing, and the two of them continued to walk forward, and they still had to cross a few streets, and it was estimated that the northern part of the city was about to arrive.

Just then, a small silver dilapidated car drove up, "Hey, my friends, where are you going?!" Wang Hao turned around, it was William.

William was waving at him, his face uncontrollable with excitement.

"What a coincidence, I can actually run into you again!" William said happily.

Wang Hao smiled, his eyes glanced towards the back of William's car, and a black shadow sat behind the car, very burly.

With that shadow alone, Wang Hao could feel that this person was definitely not an idle person.

"Friends, where are you going? I'll give you a ride! William said.

Wang Hao thought for a while and pulled Youbing: "Thank you so much, my friend." ”

"Get in the car!" William waved his hand again.

(Tianjin)