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Ten hours later, Chen Mu's flight landed at Di Tripoli International Airport, the capital of Libya.

Although it is a small country in North Africa, its land area is not small. As we all know, the land here is worthless.

The international airport is famous, but apart from its large area, compared with New York International Airport in all aspects, the gap between five-star hotels and road hotels is even greater.

The airport exit was extremely crude, and Chen Mu had the illusion of queuing up for dinner in the cafeteria.

One by one, people got out from the narrow door opening.

After going out, at a glance, they were all ordinary people holding high the banner of democracy and human rights. At the moment, they were all crowded at the entrance of the airport. There were at least tens of thousands of people.

Standing in front of them were hundreds of soldiers with live ammunition.

Besides, there was very little traffic in the airport. As soon as Chen Mu stepped out of the station, a scruffy man in trousers and slippers immediately said a few words to the soldiers, then crossed the line of defense and walked straight towards Chen Mu.

The man's name is John Morando, a support staff member of the North African branch of S.H.I.E.L.D.

The two briefly exchanged a few words, and after confirming their identities, they first went to the consignment department to pick up Chen Mu's new car, a Ford Hummer, and then left the airport together.

I almost got into an argument with the people in the consignment department. It was obviously a sports car, but why did it turn into a Hummer when I got it back?

It's too outrageous, and the consignment note alone is not enough. In the end, it was John who used his relationship to settle it.

"John, why are these people stuck at the airport?" The main road was blocked by demonstrators, and the vehicle slowly passed through the dense crowd. Chen Mu pretended to hold the steering wheel to drive.

It is different from the demonstrations in New York, which are like landslides and tsunamis at every turn.

As the vehicle passed through, the crowd was silent, neither obstructing nor shouting, but silently paying attention.

Chen Mu saw some anger and helplessness in their eyes, but more numbness and emptiness.

Like a bunch of walking dead.

"Chen, didn't you read the mission briefing before you came?"

John was a little surprised, but he explained patiently: "The leader of the Kingdom of Libya, Muammar Gaddafi, issued a new policy three months ago. All citizens of Libya, if they do not have access to Permission is strictly prohibited to leave the country.”

Speaking of this, John's face showed a hint of indignation, "This kind of shit policy has obviously violated human rights and freedom, and normal people can't accept it. Chen, don't look at how quiet it is now. In fact, there was a lot of trouble before, and everyone died. Hundreds, but these people still did not give up, there are many, have been here for nearly a month."

Amal Gaddafi.

Although Chen Mu hadn't read the mission briefing, but through Jin Zhuxi's narration, he also knew that this guy was the target of this mission.

I didn't expect to be the lord of a country. Judging by the title, coupled with the fact that he can issue such stupid policies casually, he feels a bit like an ancient feudal king.

In a country with centralized monarchy, the king is no different from God.

That is to say, Chen Mu needs someone to invade a king's house, and run to his and the queen's bedroom, find the hidden computer terminal, plug in the USB flash drive and wait for three to ten minutes, after copying the information leave again.

The mission time limit is one month, and experienced agents may be able to sneak in through various means, but Chen Mu, a newcomer who has been in the job for two days, and is still fighting alone, no matter how you look at it, there is no hope at all.

"Why do you do this?" Chen Mu asked suspiciously.

"Benefits. Libya is a big country with oil fields. The welfare of its citizens is actually very good. Medical care and education are all free. However, Amal Gaddafi himself is a very authoritarian guy. He not only prohibits the spread of foreign culture in the country, but even prohibits the spread of foreign culture in the country. Allowing people to learn foreign languages ​​has aroused dissatisfaction among many people. In addition, many countries are greedy for oil fields, secretly fanning the flames and supporting several rebel organizations that are not weak..."

"Okay, there's no need to talk about it." Chen Mu interrupted John, as long as the general context of the story is clear, as for the specific reason, it has nothing to do with him.

"Chen, did you say goodbye to your family before you came?"

John felt that the atmosphere was a bit solemn and wanted to chat a few words to lighten the atmosphere, but regretted it after he finished speaking. He quickly laughed and said: "Haha, I don't mean anything else, just chat casually. After all, this mission is relatively long. I'm afraid of you." The family will be worried. By the way, do you have a wife and children? Is it a boy or a girl? Before you leave..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but ask concerned: "Has the will been made?"

"Fack! Look at my stinky mouth, I'm so fucking pissed!"

John slapped his mouth hard twice and said apologetically: "Chen, please don't misunderstand me. I didn't look down on you, just... just..."

Normally, John is not a person who likes to gossip, but when he thought of Chen Mu's ending, he couldn't help but feel a bit of sadness in his heart, and his tone was choked up, "I just want to care about whether your cemetery has been selected. I have a very good one. Friends who do this business, you can get a [-]% discount if you place an order with me."

While John was talking to himself, he had already helped Chen Mu make arrangements for his funeral.

In his opinion, Chen Mu's ten lives are not enough to die.

"..."

Chen Mu didn't know whether to thank John or beat him up.

The level of task difficulty is relative.

The height of ordinary people and the height of Chen Mu are two completely different concepts.

"John, thank you for your family's concern. Now, tell me the address of that Michael's house."

"Chen, it's Amal Gaddafi!" John corrected seriously: "Although he is a bit brain-dead, he is still a king after all. You must not remember wrongly when you perform missions later. This will cause you trouble. .”

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, no matter what card it is, I will max it out."

Chen Mu said impatiently: "Speed, address."

"Chen, there's no need to be so anxious. You can actually take advantage of this last moment to play around..." John wanted to give some advice, but when he saw Chen Mu's face getting darker and darker, he quickly took out a pen and paper, " OkOk, I’ll write to you right away.”

Royal Palace of Cateron, Granada Avenue.

After getting the address, Chen Mu immediately pulled over and parked the car. It was 40 kilometers away from the airport. If he walked back, it would take nearly ten hours. It was a very good road.

"Chen, what's the matter? The car broke down?" John was a little puzzled.

'click'

He was answered by the sound of the door unlocking.

'Zi~'

Then John was surprised to find that the back seat was slowly shifting to the left, which was very miraculous.

It's so cool!

John's eyes lit up, and he was about to call 'Sister Thief' when the car door opened with a 'click', but he didn't say anything.

'boom! 'The seat snapped, and John was shocked and took off.

"Fack—"

The shouts quickly moved from near to far, and suddenly, the whole world became peaceful.

Chen Mu closed his eyes and enjoyed the tranquility and peace at this moment. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was as calm as a spring of ice.

"Confinement, let's go."