As night fell, Mogadishu was shrouded in darkness. Nighttime was quiet and dangerous. In the most dangerous city in the world, dark nights were dangerous. There would be no peace.

There were no pedestrians on the street. Gunshots came from somewhere. K7 and the rest, who were resting, immediately jumped up and rushed to the window that had a panoramic view of the street. They looked in the direction of the gunshots.

In the southeast corner, the light from the guns and the flames from the ruins lit up a corner of the city.

"It's not where they went." G3 retracted his gaze calmly. Since that was the case, there was nothing to worry about.

The other three comrades retracted their gazes and closed the curtains at the same time. There was nothing to worry about.

​ The five of them returned to their original positions to rest and guard.

The sound of gunfire from afar didn't change their expressions at all. It was a common thing. Even when it happened beside them, their expressions didn't change, let alone when it happened in front of them.

Xia Jinyuan and Ye Jian also heard the gunshots. At that moment, they had arrived at an underground bar, a hotel run by the Masoli pirates. The person they were looking for would appear here.

"We always say that the people from National Security are as vigilant as rabbits, especially those who are helping the people in the country. But there are rabbits and weasels." Xia Jinyuan took Ye Jian's hand and walked into the underground bar.

The people who were able to find this place were basically the pirates of Masoli and the foreigners who had a pass to enter and leave Masoli. Of course, no foreigners dared to enter the places where the pirates would party after their victory.

It was similar to a normal bar—the dark environment, the flashing lights, and the deafening heavy metal music. This was a different world. It was another world that wasn't disturbed by the gunshots outside.

Someone jumped onto the wine table and shouted loudly. He twisted his crotch crazily. It was a strong black man with a skull flag tattooed on his chest… He was a pirate.

Xia Jinyuan's sharp gaze quickly scanned the surroundings of the bar. He whispered to Ye Jian, "Follow closely behind me. Load your gun and keep an eye on your surroundings."

Ye Jian, who was looking around, nodded. She had never been to such a place before. The music was so loud that it gave her a headache.

Xia Jinyuan followed Xia Jinyuan to the bar counter. He pulled out a high chair and sat on it. Xia Jinyuan took out a pack of cigarettes and threw it on the table. He took one out and lit it. He took a puff and held it between his fingers.

He didn't have the habit of smoking, but his smoking posture was natural and free. It was filled with masculinity. Ye Jian couldn't help but glance at him.

He puffed out a smoke ring and raised his hand to snap his fingers at the waiter at the bar. He said elegantly, "A cocktail and a glass of stout, thank you!"

His attention seemed to be on the bar counter. Ye Jian used the corner of her eyes to observe her surroundings carefully. The lights in the bar were a little dim, so she couldn't see the faces in the distance. More than ten tables in the middle were filled with people who came to get drunk. Groups of bunny girls were carrying wine trays and wearing fancy and sexy uniforms as they moved among the crowd of drinkers. The surroundings were filled with rough laughter and the smell of alcohol.

Perhaps only under the stimulation of alcohol could the people here feel the true value of their existence. Only through alcohol could they release their passion and courage.

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