After listening to Joshua's explanation, Si Fan laughed. This poor country, which could not make a living, could not starve too many people to death with international support, was such a place where the country that could not make a living was so dirty.

However, after hearing this, he was the first to say to He Yaowu beside him: "Just listen to these things. Just go back and edit the video and don't broadcast it, otherwise you will have a lot of trouble."

This is true. These things in Mogadishu can only be done underground. If they are placed on the surface, then only death will be welcomed.

He Yaowu obviously knows that all over the world have their own laws, and if he wants to transgress, he will inevitably be punished.

"I understand, this section must not be the case when I went back to edit it," he said.

At this time, they had already passed by the territory of several forces and finally arrived in a large area of ​​streets. Si Fan felt very good when he could walk on the ground of the terrifying capital of Mogadishu. He Yaowu was obviously excited. He didn't dare to get off the bus here, otherwise death might come.

It is a kind of happiness to be able to walk normally now. It is all about the cooperation between the two security teams, the whole body and mind of Si Fan's Terminators, and the awesome protection of the Terminators.

The two Chinese teams met, which surprised some shameful guys in the local area. They sent a lot of people to follow him. No one was allowed to stand twenty meters away from Si Fan and the others.

Si Fan watched Joshua's subordinates go to negotiate with others many times. Every time he negotiated, he felt like he was going crazy, because those people always wanted to pick up their guns first.

Then he saw that all the terminators in Si Fan's team raised their guns and put them down.

After asking, Si Fan realized that he must not let inexplicable people approach you within 20 meters, nor should he contact anyone, because if you don’t know that person will explode.

The reason they kill you is probably just because they don't like you.

Such a place and people are a group of lunatics.

After walking about a few hundred meters, Si Fan felt that he had to go back to the car, because after they got off, it was too eye-catching. In Mogadishu, attracting attention was not a good thing.

Fortunately, Si Fan had confidence in his arms.

"Let's go. I'll go to the weapons market in front to see what kind of weapons they are flooding here. It's also a new look." Si Fan said.

He Yaowu also said with some excitement that he wanted to follow the past and that those dirty transactions could not be made public, but the gun transactions in Mogadishu could be made public and could be seen by domestic people.

He asked Si Fan about his opinion.

Of course, Si Fan would not stop He Yaowu from continuing to record the video.

The group got on the car and galloped on the dirt-assy road. It was very fast and very bumpy. Until Si Fan felt that his butt was about to be turned into eight petals, they finally arrived at the entrance of a small alley located in a normal neighborhood in Mogadishu.

When I entered the central area, Si Fan realized that if there were no people holding guns here, it would be a very normal town, with many vehicles on the streets, many vehicles on narrow roads, and even traffic jams.

Seeing Si Fan was very upset.

Joshua was honored to be in the same car with him this time. He put all his weapons in his car and almost didn't take anything to Sifan's car, with a little excitement.

In his opinion, being able to get to Si Fan's car was a kind of glory.

Because Si Fan's bodyguards are so powerful, they just feel terrified when they look at them.

After all, they are all warriors who are even more elite than them.

"You want to go to the market, and you will not be welcome there, but under powerful force, they should allow you to enter." Joshua and Sifan said.

He was still a little nervous when he sat in the passenger seat.

The drivers are now Terminator T800 awesome.

He was next to him with two submachine guns and various weapons, hanging them easily on his body, but Joshua just didn't dare to touch them, and even didn't dare to think about what would happen if he snatched them.

He knew he would definitely die, not to mention that there were ropes on those guns.

"We just go in and take some videos by the way. Just ensure our safety. If it really doesn't work, forget it." He Yaowu said with some embarrassment.

He also knew that if something happened in Mogadishu, his life would be gone.

Si Fan waved his hand: "Don't worry, I believe in the combat effectiveness of my security team."

After saying that, he said to Joshua, "You only need to be diligent and responsible, and my team will ensure my safety."

This is quite domineering. Joshua's black face probably can't be dark anymore. He can only persuade: "Sir, don't go around. It is easy to have problems in Mogadishu, especially in the market, where their order managers are there. Your appearance will disrupt the order, and they will sort out the order."

The so-called order of sorting is probably to kill yourself, right? Si Fan thought.

"Don't worry. We will leave soon, and there will be no problems. When you get to the place, you can contact the other party first. If it can be solved with some small money, if it doesn't work, then don't worry about them." Si Fan said.

This was very useful, and Joshua nodded excitedly.

"Don't worry, sir, it's only a thousand dollars to solve the problem, and make sure they won't bother you anymore."

This was Joshua's promise, but judging from his appearance, I didn't know how much money it would be taken away from it, so Si Fan was too lazy to say it.

When the matter was finalized, they could confirm that they would go to the market in Mogadishu. The market was quite far away. When they entered the center of the city, Joshua no longer spoke much, but instead kept communicating information with other team members on the intercom. Those vehicles protected Sifan's vehicles on both sides.

In this way, after arriving here, the car was completely stopped.

Only then did Si Fan feel that he was in the city because he encountered something that made him feel very depressed.

When I was in China, there was a traffic jam every few days, and I arrived in Mogadishu. When I arrived in this place where the poor northwest wind could not afford it, it was a traffic jam. Most of these vehicles were pickup trucks, with heavy machine guns driving behind them. Two black buddies looked at Si Fan with bullet links on their backs.

But they probably knew the rules and the gun head was definitely aimed at the underground.

Looking at these people, Si Fan really didn't know what to say. At this time, Joshua reminded him again.
Chapter completed!