On the port of Mogadishu, the bright red five-star flag fluttered in the sea breeze.

That vibrant red color proclaims its existence.

Five Delta Force soldiers looked at the scene before them.

My mind went blank for a moment.

"Captain, isn't our mission to kill a leader of Al-Qaeda here?"

What's going on here?

The commando leader, Rellman, also looked bewildered at this moment.

Their briefing was that the port of Mogadishu had been occupied by al-Qaeda members.

They need to kill the person in charge here and take back the port.

But the scene before me was a five-star red flag fluttering in the wind.

That flag is only used by a certain major Eastern power.

This flag was dyed red with the blood of their martyrs.

This flag is simple yet meaningful; the five stars represent the unity of people from all walks of life in the motherland and bear witness to the historical changes of the country.

As a national symbol, wherever the five-star red flag is, that is their territory.

If he were to lead a commando team in at this time, it would be a provocation against China.

This could very well trigger a small-scale local war.

Moreover, they were well aware of the capabilities of the opposing soldiers.

"Pause the mission."

"Retreat."

Rellman immediately gave the order to retreat.

In another direction, there's Al-Qaeda's assassin groups.

"Manager, we shouldn't mess with them, right?"

Simmons looked at the assassins he had brought from the training camp behind him.

He had a face that looked like he'd eaten shit.

Are you all stupid?

"If you dare touch their people, believe me, our base will be blown to smithereens tomorrow!!"

There is a common agreement in Africa: don't mess with Chinese people.

Although they usually seem very gentle, once you offend them...

There will be no more aid supplies, and they may even retaliate in kind.

Things were better in the past when the country was weak and its international standing was not strong.

However, there are currently two of their carrier strike groups patrolling the Indian Ocean year-round.

Escort fleets are present in places like the Red Sea and the Arabian Sea.

Not to mention that their peacekeeping forces can be seen in any region of Africa.

With this force combined, they could easily sweep through Africa.

Moreover, this country is exceptionally united.

It is also a no-go zone for mercenaries and terrorists.

Nobody wants to mess with them.

Simmons waved his hand, and everyone began to retreat.

Just after both sides withdrew, on the high ground of the port of Mogadishu.

Li Gang and Cheng Wei, fully armed and holding firearms, were on guard.

"Reporting to the commander, the men have been evacuated."

Ding Long was also fully armed, and he was holding an M4A1 rifle.

Behind him were special forces elites from various units transferred from across the country.

"Understood. Arrange for people to be on guard."

"To prevent them from suddenly turning back!"

"Yes, sir!"

Li Gang and Cheng Wei both breathed a sigh of relief.

They were both promoted from regular troops, and their understanding of special operations was only superficial.

Therefore, this defensive mission was assigned to Ding Long.

Before leaving, Yuan Yi instructed Ding Long to guard the port of Mogadishu.

We don't need to worry about the arms market; it's not their territory.

Simmons led the assassins directly into the arms market shops.

Bohr stood nervously inside the door.

Where are the others?

"Who?" Paul asked, puzzled.

"Albaka!"

Simmons roared.

"He's not here!"

"He said you needed to see him, so he went straight to Bia!"

"They left a few days ago!!!"

"What?"

Simmons was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then roared angrily.

Bohr shrank his neck, trying to make himself as transparent as possible.

"Tell me what he's been doing all these past few months!!"

Seeing the furious Simmons, Paul quickly reported on Yuan Yi's actions over the past period.

"So, he was able to take over the port because he transported a batch of weapons from the Russians?"

"Yes, sir!"

"The weapons he acquired are all currently in active service."

"They even managed to acquire a considerable amount of China's active-duty equipment."

"The Revival Party is now strong and well-equipped."

Simmons sighed.

We shouldn't have let him join in the first place.

"Damn it!"

"Go, distribute his information to everyone."

"A direct reward of five million US dollars in bonuses."

Seeing Simmons about to leave, Bol quickly followed.

"Sir, the pirate kingdom is no longer of any value."

"Can I go back with them?"

Simmons looked toward the port, thinking about the red flag he had seen.

I also know that the pirate nation is not what it used to be.

They'll have that giant dragon protecting them from now on.

"withdraw!"

Simmons immediately ordered the entire Al-Qaeda organization in the Pirate Kingdom to retreat.

While Simmons wasn't looking, Bol quickly picked up his phone, typed a message, and sent it out.

He then boarded the main group's vehicle.

On the other hand, Delta Force...

After retreating ten kilometers, Rellman and his men took out their communicators.

"Calling command, this is Team 223."

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