The Road to Slaying God

"Well, it is much easier to have the right to speak than to completely control them. After all, Somalia is an Islamic country, and Islam is their state religion. Many times, religious beliefs are terrible. If you control them, you will control their beliefs. This cannot be done in a day or two. This is the reason why the United States failed in the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. If we just want to have the right to speak, then it is much simpler. We can support a number of forces and provide them with weapons and money. Winning people's hearts can improve the lives of local people. In fact, the requirements of ordinary people in Somalia are very low. They just hope to have a bite to eat..." the old man sighed.

"Well, from yesterday to now, I have been thinking about this question. Where should we start? I think that since we want to establish a base of our own power, we should gain the support of the locals. We will control the pirates. After obtaining funds and then investing them into the local people's livelihood economy, we must appear in front of the ordinary people as a savior." Zhang Yang has been thinking about this issue for a long time.

"Haha, if they treat you as a living Buddha, it doesn't matter if they work hard for you. Fanatic believers in Islam are not afraid of death. Therefore, we still need to support a strong political force in Somalia. people."

"Yes, let's not talk about this today. In a few days, we will go to the village to see the environment. As you said, Mogadishu is an ancient historical city. Since we are here, it should be worthwhile. Now it is It’s afternoon. Let’s rest early after visiting Mogadishu. We’ll take care of some things tomorrow and go to that village. Where is Aze waiting for us.”

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Mogadishu is the capital of Somalia. Due to years of war, it is not prosperous. However, it is the capital of a country after all, and with dozens of international organizations stationed here, the economy is actually pretty good, although it is not like those international metropolises. It's noisy, but it also has a different flavor.

"Old man, there are so many temples here, ***, I just walked a few streets and actually saw dozens of temples..." Liu Biao was like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. Although this city is shabby, it is a foreign country. , for Liu Biao, it does have some appeal.

"Boss, this is a mosque, not a monk's temple." The old man said depressedly, "Hey, it's almost the same. It's almost the same." Liu Biao said with a strange smile.

"Old man, are you familiar with this place?" Zhang Yang could see that the old man seemed to be very familiar with this place, and he was actually able to salute those devout believers.

"Hey..." the old man sighed and said, "That was many years ago. My master was a Chinese from Somalia. He was a very famous killer in his time. He worked for a warlord in Somalia. Somalia is very beautiful..."

"What about your master?" Liu Biao interjected.

"Dead... After the warlord fell, hostile political forces carried out a major purge. Although my master was an excellent killer, in that kind of environment, a killer could not play any role at all. Therefore, I have always said , a real killer should not get involved in the war. In the war, the power of an individual can be almost inferior. Of course, unless the power can reach the ability of those characters in the mythical age, it is easy to control a war..." The old man felt a little sad. .

"Old man, today is for fun. You have to fulfill your duty as a tour guide and introduce the customs and customs of Somalia." Zhang Yang changed the subject.

"Haha, good... Mogadishu was built in the 9th to 10th centuries AD and is an ancient city with a history of more than 10 years. Like many East African cities, Mogadishu is also full of strong oriental flavor, mainly because Many centuries ago, Arabs and Persians conducted frequent trade and lived along the coast of Somalia. The name Mogadishu comes from Persian, meaning 'the seat of the king', which means capital." The old man really knew the history of Somalia. Countless treasures.

"What's the origin of these mosques?" Zhang Yang was more interested in those ancient mosque buildings. It was really hard to imagine that in a war-torn country, mosques could be so well-preserved and in large numbers. From the stained Arabic inscriptions on The stone tablets and weather-beaten decorative wood carvings illustrate their age.

“In the early Middle Ages, Islam began to be introduced into the Mogadishu area, and spread throughout Somalia from here. Now, Islam has been believed in by the vast majority of Somali residents and has been designated as the state religion. In Mogadishu, There are as many as 150 mosques, the oldest of which was built in 1182 AD and has a history of more than 800 years..."

The old man seemed to sigh a lot, and there was a sense of vicissitudes in his eyes. Obviously, from these historical books, he thought of the years he had spent here. Strictly speaking, he was also a Muslim.

"Sigh... The vicissitudes of life have changed many times. Some of the buildings on the ground floor of the mosque have sunk four or five meters underground. However, they can still show the beautiful Persian architectural style. The most famous one in the city is the Fakr Aden Mosque built in 1269. , Unity Mosque, Garetha Palace, which has been the residence of the Sultan of Zanzibar since the 19th century, as well as the Parliament Building, the People's Hall, a stadium, a museum, a theater and many monuments commemorating the anti-imperialist and anti-colonial struggle built after reading. The seaside There are many houses built on rocks in the area, with flat roofs and white walls, and shield-shaped rims. They are still inhabited by the descendants of the Arab merchants who immigrated from the Abbey Peninsula..."

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With the old man's careful explanation and eloquent talk, everyone had a great tour of Mogadishu, and then went on a shopping spree. Compared with the old man's extensive knowledge, neither Liu Biao nor Zhang Yang could compare. Although Zhang Yang has countless memories and thoughts, they are just thoughts and knowledge. His understanding of these customs and customs is almost blank. It seems that the thoughts in Zhang Yang's memory are not interested in these.

Under the package of the old man, Zhang Yang and Liu Biao immediately took on a new look after visiting several famous clothing stores. Both their clothes and demeanor were completely different.

People want clothes, Buddha wants gold. This is an eternal truth!

Finally, Zhang Yang bought a black suit for the four black men who had been following him from a distance to move things, and Liu Biao also wore a pair of sunglasses for each of them.

These black men were specially selected by Embleton to be stronger. After being packaged, they looked like a group of bodyguards. Several of the black men were ecstatic after wearing the new pair, and they kept cheering. Touching the brand new suit, staring at the ground, for fear of getting the shiny leather shoes dirty, it looked as awkward as possible, which made Liu Biao sigh with an expression of hatred for steel.

"Haha, don't worry. If you leave these people to me, I guarantee that within two months, each one of them will be a qualified bodyguard, and you will be very popular when you go out!" The old man seemed to see through Liu Biao's thoughts, patted his withered chest and shouted loudly He said, and then he spoke Arabic to the black people, and the black people immediately stood up with their heads held high.

"Ah...hehe, thank you for that. Next time you go back to China, you must bring a few niggas with you. They are so majestic..." Liu Biao looked at the black men with skin as dark as charcoal heads, and the corners of his mouth trembled. His saliva flowed out. If he returned to his hometown in fine clothes and returned to City C, followed by a few tall and tough black men as bodyguards, he would definitely be the envy of the gangsters in City C. Of course, with a few black bodyguards, you must go to the school somewhere, hehe!

When the old woman was taking Liu Biao to choose clothes for Aze in a clothing store, the old man pulled Zhang Yang to the door.

"Zhang Yang, tell me, what exactly do you want to do?" The old man looked serious. Obviously, he also saw that Zhang Yang did not just want to set up a killer organization for fun. No one would take hundreds of millions of dollars for fun. , not to mention, Zhang Yang is not a rich man.

"Old man, I have a premonition, a strong premonition, that something big will happen. I can't express this feeling, but I believe in my feelings. I have always believed in my feelings!" Zhang Yang stared at The old man's eyes spoke word by word.

"Does it have something to do with you?" the old man thought for a moment and asked.

"Yes, it seems that I am in the whirlpool. I have been thinking about it. In the past six months, countless strange things have happened. It seems that everything is happening around me. I can't find the reason. However, I believe that I I have a premonition, and I am very unsafe. This feeling of insecurity always affects my nerves. I can't really sleep. My thoughts always control a radius of several hundred meters. I am very tired and living very hard. Tired, I don’t like this feeling. I want to have my own power. I don’t want to be controlled by others. Therefore, I need a power that I can control alone. I have no manpower. Apart from Liu Biao and Aze, the only one left is you. Yes, I have always regarded you as a master and a friend, and I trust you, so I hope you can help me and help me build a fist force, and I will provide you with the funds you need..." Zhang Yang said slowly .

"You still have another purpose you haven't mentioned." A sly look flashed in the old man's eyes.

(To be continued)