Swell

After transferring all the necessary materials and weapons to the transport plane that could enter Masoli, the members of the Xueyu unit headed to their final destination.

Three hours later, everyone arrived at an empty space that was about a two-hour ride from the center of Mogadishu. This was an empty piece of flat land surrounded by dense forests. The plane had landed.

Xia Jinyuan took the lead and sat in the driver's seat of the jeep. Ye Jian sat in the front passenger seat while G3, K7, and Z7 squeezed into the back row. V8 contacted the captain. "Please lower the cabin ladder."

"Sit tight. We can leave soon!" Xia Jinyuan reminded his comrades in the car.

As the cargo ladder landed slowly, only the sound of the jeep's engine could be heard in the entire cabin. The moment the ladder touched the ground, the jeep drove out like a wild horse.

As the jeep drove out, V8 held the rearview mirror with one hand and left the cabin.