Chapter 996: Catching a Big Fish

He Yuzhu did not kill those two things directly, but instead casually collected them into his space.

He used the system to scan the villa and actually discovered a safe; upon opening it, he saw only one million US dollars in cash.

This money is a large sum for an individual, but for planning a military operation, it is not much.

He Yuzhu packed up the money, still feeling unsatisfied; he thought to himself that it is not easy to earn back his capital in Africa, and he still had to set his sights on that rebel Commander.

After withdrawing from the camp, he found a desolate, godforsaken place and released the black man from his space.

Farhe caught his breath, stared with wide eyes, and said in a tone of borrowed authority, "Who... who exactly are you? I am a member of the Islamic Party, and do you know what kind of figure our Commander is? He might even become the national president in the future! Besides, I have no grudge against you, why are you kidnapping me..." As he spoke, he softened his tone himself.

He Yuzhu ignored him entirely, grinned, and went up to give him a sound beating.

This guy looked burly and sturdy, but turned out to be a paper tiger; he didn't hold up for long before his head tilted to the side and he passed out cold.

He Yuzhu fished a basin of cold water out of his space and splashed it all over his face with a "splash."

Water droplets streamed down Farhe's temples, and he suddenly sobered up.

He Yuzhu grabbed him by his soaked collar and cursed, "Stop playing the innocent with me, damn it! My Huaxia delegation ran into trouble right after leaving the airport—was that arranged by you?"

"I'm wronged!" Farhe hurriedly cried out, "The airport incident was arranged by our Commander! The hotel assassination was done by a colleague, but he is dead... because he died, the Commander had me contact James. Many things I was forced to do, I couldn't help myself!"

It must be said that this guy had quite the talent for lying; in just a few sentences, he had cleared himself completely.

He Yuzhu smiled and asked again, "Then the kidnapping of Boss Yu, that was your doing, right? Just for the fact that you harmed an innocent person, you deserve to die several times over."

Farhe nodded and shook his head, "That matter was indeed me helping James hire people... but they are all dead! You also rescued the hostages, can you... forgive me once?"

In order to extract information from him, He Yuzhu nodded, "Fine, tell me where your Commander is, and you lead me there, and I will spare you."

Upon hearing there was a way to live, Farhe hurriedly confessed: "Our Commander is not at the camp tonight; he should be at the Sahafi Hotel. That is the most luxurious hotel in this city, and many United Nations people and foreign reporters like to stay there..."

"Good, you will take me there immediately," He Yuzhu ordered directly.

"If you go there, aren't you just walking to your death? Commander Musa has twenty bodyguards with him!" Farhe stared wide-eyed.

"Then tell me which room your Commander is staying in and how the bodyguards are distributed. Speak clearly, and I will let you go; otherwise, I will blow your head off with a gun!" He Yuzhu's tone was sinister.

Farhe's eyes darted around, "If I tell you... will you kill me? Can I wait a little longer before saying it, just to live a little longer..."

"Do you want me to kill you right now?" He Yuzhu stepped forward, raising his hand to wring his neck.

Who would have thought this kid was like a monkey, "whoosh," he darted away.

He ran so fast that He Yuzhu estimated if he ran a hundred meters, he would definitely be around ten seconds.

He Yuzhu smiled and immediately darted out to pursue.

Farhe ran for his life, and He Yuzhu chased with all his might.

After running a full three thousand meters, He Yuzhu finally grabbed him.

The kid was panting like a bellows, shouting, "You're not human! I participated in the African Games for the two hundred meters and won the championship! How could you, an Asian, possibly outrun me!"

He Yuzhu wrapped his arm around his neck and asked coldly, "Speak quickly, which room is your Commander staying in!?"

Farhe was so scared he hurriedly begged for mercy: "Boss! Boss, I was wrong! He usually stays in 303, it's a suite, and there are more than ten bodyguards all squeezed in there. Boss, every debt has its debtor, you really shouldn't blame me, you should go find our Commander!"

He Yuzhu sneered, "You are not an honest man, I cannot keep you."

With a force of his hand, a "crack" sound followed, and he snapped his neck directly.

The warlord Musa of the Somalia Islamic Party was no ordinary person.

He had been hanging around with anti-government armed forces since he was a teenager, and after more than twenty years of struggling, he finally made it to Commander-in-Chief, holding fifty thousand anti-government troops under his command.

This person was once a terrorist wanted by M Country, but later, when the CIA saw that the people in the Temporary Government were not listening to them, they turned around to support Musa.

Major James of the M Country CIA was dealing with Musa for the first time, and the two were birds of a feather, quickly hitting it off.

To win him over, Major James even specially transferred several high-class prostitutes from Europe to accompany him.

Of course, James spent so much money just to get him to cooperate in eliminating the Huaxia delegation.

In the dead of night, He Yuzhu arrived at the Sahafi Hotel.

This hotel was one of the top hotels in Mogadishu; it had a big reputation, but in fact, it only had sixty rooms in total, and the main building was only four stories high.

Back in 2000, the Somali civil war had not yet ended, and this was already the most luxurious hotel in the city.

Foreign reporters, United Nations personnel, arms dealers, and various warlords rented rooms here long-term.

The 303 occupied by Musa was an independent suite on the third floor, with a bedroom and a living room, which could be considered top-tier in the entire hotel.

The water and electricity in the entire city of Mogadishu were paralyzed, and the hotel relied entirely on high-power diesel generators for its own power supply; air conditioning and lighting were all supported by fuel, which was already considered top-level enjoyment in this place.

He Yuzhu parked his car far away and circled the three-meter-high wall, discovering surveillance cameras everywhere.

He Yuzhu pondered for a moment; sneaking in secretly was not as good as walking in swaggeringly.

He immediately used disguise techniques to dress himself as a white man holding an M Country passport, and drove a luxury Mercedes-Benz SUV; the guards at the gate didn't even ask, letting him drive right in.

That was the rule at the Sahafi Hotel; if someone had enough of a grand display, the gatekeepers wouldn't dare to stop them casually.

He Yuzhu went through smoothly, parked the car in the parking lot, and even opened a room at the hotel.

He opened a room on the third floor, and when it reached the early hours of the morning, he crept over and cut the generator's power lines—

The entire hotel went pitch black with a "whoosh."

He Yuzhu followed a protrusion on the outer wall of the hotel and silently crept to the outside of the 303 suite where Musa was staying.

He tilted his head to listen, and a thunderous snoring sound came from inside the room.

He went to the room next door to listen, and surprisingly, someone was talking in a low voice, interspersed with sporadic snoring.

It seemed Musa's guards were not all fast asleep; they still had some vigilance.

He Yuzhu crept through the window into the bedroom, and with a glance, the one sleeping soundly on the bed was indeed Musa, with a plump white woman lying next to him.

With a thought, he directly collected Musa into his space, then backhanded the woman to knock her out, stuffed her mouth with cloth, and tied her hands and feet.

After doing this, He Yuzhu slowly pulled open the bedroom door.

Two guards outside the door immediately approached and asked in low voices, "Commander, do you have any instructions?"

He Yuzhu didn't say a word, and with a thought, the two were instantly sucked into his space.

The other three Bodyguards heard the commotion and walked out quickly, bumping face-to-face right into He Yuzhu.

These few people were quite alert, their hands already pressed against the guns at their waists.

But before they could make any move, He Yuzhu had another thought, and the three of them vanished into thin air, taken into the space.

He Yuzhu continued walking inside and entered the inner room; the five guards in the room were sprawled out on the beds, sleeping soundly, with the room reeking of alcohol. This bunch had terrible discipline, drinking openly while serving as Bodyguards.

He Yuzhu did not hesitate; he took action one by one and took all five people into the space.

With the mission accomplished, he was in no rush to leave and waited until the sky was almost at dawn before driving away.

He did not want to turn the entire hotel upside down; it was a mixed bag of people from various countries, and there was no need to harm the innocent.

The car drove out of the city all the way, heading straight for an uninhabited area in the suburbs.

After confirming that the surroundings were safe, He Yuzhu moved his mind and released Musa from the space.

This was a middle-aged man from Somalia in his forties, who could be considered handsome among Black people, with a pair of sharp and bright eyes; just having come out of the space, he stared at He Yuzhu, still shaken.

"Hello, Musa," He Yuzhu said.

"Could it be that you really are a person from the Huaxia delegation?" Musa was indeed smart; he directly pointed out He Yuzhu's identity.

"Smart man," He Yuzhu smiled, "You offended me, so you must pay the price!"

"I have no money? All my money was spent on the cause of national liberation. I am not afraid of death; if you kill me, there will be ten million more Musas who will inherit my will and continue to move forward..." Musa said incessantly.