Mr. Fu Said That Young People Are Not Bad
Editor: Henyee Translations
The internal strife in Mogadishu wasn't something the Xueyu unit could interfere with. Now that the four scientists were rescued, no matter how chaotic the outside world was, it had nothing to do with them.
The darkness of the night gradually faded. After walking for one and a half hours, they could see figures three meters away from them. All the special forces soldiers of the Xueyu unit were on guard and surrounded the four scientists in the center. In front, Lin Feng raised his hand and knocked on the iron door of a bakery.
They had arrived at the place where they would meet Spat.
In the bakery, Spat had been waiting for Lin Feng. When he heard the knock on the door, he jumped up from the fabric sofa that was covered with colorful pillows. At the same time, he took out the pistol that was pressed into the gap of the sofa cushion. He turned his body vigilantly and walked to the door.
He asked in the Masoli language, "Who's outside?"