Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Schmidt, an ordinary oil and gas field engineer, was sent to the capital, Mogadishu, for a $30 billion oil and gas field development agreement between ExxonMobil and the Somali authorities.

Although he had made all sorts of preparations before coming here, the degree of defeat here exceeded his expectations.

He once saw it in travel magazines. It was once called the white pearl on the Indian Ocean before the civil war.

Now, there is only a broken wall in the historical building. The bullet holes on the wall are clearly visible. Most of the roads are pitted and there is almost no greening in the whole city. As long as you have a mouth, you can certainly eat a stomach of sand.

It is not just greening that makes people criticize.

Because of the special culture of the area, there is no bar here, and casual drinking will be whipped.

Although their executives tried to help them get the privilege of drinking without whip, the privilege was limited to the staff quarters, and the variety and quantity of supplies were quite limited, which made it impossible for people to be happy.

Therefore, for the employees who are sent to this place, the only entertainment here is to buy the latest newspaper, sitting in the coffee shop near the company's premises, consuming the air-conditioning and air-conditioning that the locals can't afford. Hand-grinding coffee in dollars, killing an afternoon.

What newspaper is not important.

Whether it is bb or playboy, as long as there is a word, because the life here is really boring.

As usual, Schmidt came to the coffee shop, ordered a cup of black coffee that was difficult to drink for an afternoon, and then took a newspaper and sat in a safe position far from the window.

Just as he was about to start reading today's newspaper, he was stunned for a moment.

[Elevage is great! The regular army in Somalia has won a great victory! 】

What the hell?

April Fool's joke?

No, there are still half a year.

In the moment when I saw the headlines in the newspaper, Schmidt’s first reaction was definitely wrong.

The combat effectiveness of the regular Somali army is clear. Even if he accepts the training of the various officers, it is still quite barbaric. It can be said that the rifle is replaced by a spear that will spurt fire. There is no violation. sense.

In contrast, the enemies they face are the pirates that have caused headaches in the world, and the devils that survived the test of blood and fire in the past decade and years.

In the face of such enemies, let alone them, even if the US military carrier is invited to come over, they may not be able to completely eliminate them, let alone the Somali army that even a few tanks can't get together.

With the emotion of disbelief, he looked down the newspaper, but it didn't matter. His sight was suddenly stuck on the map of the newspaper.

To be precise, that is four sets of pictures.

Two of them were a "black coffin" hung by a parachute, probably taken by a professional remote camera.

The other two photos are the vistas of the drones flying from the black coffin, and the smoke from a blasting ammunition store hidden behind the hills.

When I saw these pieces of equipment, Schmidt’s heart could be determined. The Somali authorities must have invited foreign aid.

These indigenous peoples in East Africa may not even have seen the captains of the U.S., and it is possible that they have not used the high-tech equipment that the US military has installed on a large scale.

Sure enough, when he read down the text, he quickly found the answer from the line between the words.

"With the support of the Chinese side, the Elwag region occupied by the Somali zf army militants launched the biggest offensive this year. In the battle against China, at least hundreds of aerial bombs were sent to the battlefield, destroying the ammunition depot. For the rest, the militants control more than a dozen posts."

"At the same time, our reporter learned that in the Chinese region of combat, a small drone that is suspected to be controlled by ai, automatically recognizes and attacks the armed elements. This drone and Shenzhen market recently The logistics drones being promoted are highly similar in shape, and it is still uncertain whether they come from the same company..."

"Currently, the battlefield has moved from open areas to street fighting, and many militant leaders have been killed. According to a spokesperson for the Somali authorities, the active armed forces are no longer able to maintain control of the area, and the zf army is recovering. Villages and towns controlled by militants. It is expected that the dong chaos will continue until the end of the year. The newspaper reminds foreign employees working in the local area to pay attention to travel safety."

"In addition, our reporter has consulted the US military base in Ethiopia and asked about more about the air strike. However, the current head of the military base did not disclose the type of aircraft involved in the air strike, and where the air strike came from, and Refuse to answer more detailed content."

"……God."

Does the United States actually help China to keep it secret?

The sun is just playing west!

In any case, Schmidt would not believe that the US military would keep a mouthful of weapons for the Chinese to launch air strikes. If they know, they certainly want to know the world.

So, there is only one possibility...

That is, so far, they have not found enough evidence to prove who initiated the air strike and where it came from.

Just as the expression on his face gradually became unbelievable from doubt, there were voices from several other foreign employees who whispered.

Very coincidentally, what they discussed and what he was thinking about was not the one who doubted life, it happened to be the same thing.

"Have you seen the news yesterday? Somalia zf army actually won?!"

"Do you still use it? Today, Twitter is discussing this matter! Many people say that China has used some kind of terrible secret weapon. I listened to our resident bodyguards saying that he was involved in the battle with the big nephew who served in the station. They had already prepared for a desperate struggle with the militants. After they entered, they went to the militants to take their bodies."

Said, the man with the scum on his chin couldn't help but lick his tongue, as if he was the witness of the battle, he said with a heavy tone.

"You don't want to see that picture... it's just like hell."

"What do you think the secret weapon might be?"

"I don't know, but many people say that it is an orbital weapon... If it is a fighter or a bomber, it is impossible to fly so far, and it is impossible to escape the radar of the US military base!"

Listening to the discussion of several foreign employees behind him, Schmidt fell into silence, and after a short while, he always squeezed a word.

"It’s crazy..."

Orbital weapons?

Completely avoid the US military's radar?

This is simply ridiculous!

Simply say that Somali zf has achieved an epic great success with the help of aliens!

After reading the newspaper in his hand, seeing that the sky was not too late, Schmidt drank the last bit of coffee in the cup and threw it to the waiter for a one-dollar tip.

The streets are full of cheering and celebrating, and the locals gather together in groups of three, like celebrating and welcoming.

For this dead city, this scene is like being from another world, it is so unreal.

Although I was curious as to what was going to be celebrated, Schmidt did not dare to go to the locals because his skin color was a bit too eye-catching for the locals and it was easy to be regarded as a fat sheep...

In the next few days, strange things happened one after another.

First, they moved to a Chinese construction company next door, and soon they moved to an oil company, then an import and export trading company...

Later, more and more Chinese faces were nearby, and supermarkets, clothing stores and even franchised bars were slowly opened.

Yes, it is actually a bar.

This makes Smith's envy eyes.

Although their executives have tried to buy local officials to see if they can open an American bar to entertain their employees, but the officials are full of promises when they collect the money, but they are ready to open the bar. At the moment, I turned my face and didn't recognize people.

I don't know what the Chinese people used to buy them, but they let them down the principle.

Interestingly, however, the Chinese employees seem to be less interested in things like bars, and they are only the American and European employees who work for Shell and ExxonMobil.

This naturally includes Schmidt himself.

Although blame, there is nothing wrong with wine.

However, there was a thing that made Schmidt very annoyed. One day he suddenly discovered that the wines sold by the Chinese people were twice as expensive as the ones sold to their employees.

When he asked the bartender, the answer was only one "exchange rate reason", there is no more explanation.

This is simply a slaughter!

Although the heart is not good, but in the end, Schmidt can only recognize his teeth.

No way, who wants this one, there is only such a bar?

Thanks to these Hua Guozhen, who were taken up by the locals, even if they didn't like his favorite, at least he had more fun in his life, and he didn't have to read a newspaper like an old man.

In the next week, the situation became more and more interesting.

There are more and more faces in the nearby Huaguo, and it has become a Chinatown.

Later, Schmidt learned from several British oil workers that the Chinese construction companies were preparing to send an engineering team to the Elwag area to rebuild the city where the zf army recovered.

Now that Schmidt is more and more certain, the Somali authorities must have reached an unspeakable transaction with the Chinese side, and all the reconstruction work in that area has been contracted to those Chinese.

But Schmidt still can't understand.

Is there anything of value other than stone and sand?

There is no point in bringing order to cacti and camels.

And frankly speaking, a chaotic Somalia can at least help the world to steadily consume some of the excess arms and feed at least 20,000 families that depend on it for a living.

When he was drinking at the bar yesterday, he also heard a well-known military hacker complaining that the construction workers in China had taken their jobs, and the fees paid by Lockheed Martin and several other arms giants were drastically reduced. Now they have to give up the "market" that is not easy to develop and go to the more dangerous Central Africa.

When they talked about it, their eyes sparkled with excitement, like a 16th-century navigator.

It is said that a food crisis is erupting there, and various tribes and warlords are in constant war.

Although they are not as "rich" as Somali pirates, there are untapped diamonds, gold mines, and oil, and every inch of the land there is full of carrion or banknotes.

Before the Chinese people opened up the market there, they could make a big profit while they were there.

Drinking and drinking, the ambush hacker fell asleep.

Schmidt didn't bother his sweet dreams, just worrying about what he was upset and drinking.

It’s not just the newspaper, it’s getting more and more things that he can’t figure out.

In the vagueness, he feels that the logic of the world's operation seems to be undergoing some great change.

He couldn't describe this feeling, just vaguely, it seems that this change has started a long time ago, but only he has been affected recently.

For example, you can sit here and drink alcohol.

For example, it is possible to stay outside the dormitory until 10 o'clock in the evening... In order to protect those Chinese people, the local military police have sent more than three times more police force to the place. Sometimes they will encounter robbers, but now they don’t go out. The street is basically invisible to the shadow of a local.

However, it is impossible to think of it.

After all, a small person like him can see things with his eyes. It seems that there are only so many...