Monster Factory: One thousand one hundred and eighty: fellow villagers meet fellow villagers
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Three border inspectors were familiar with the road and "checked" the two trucks behind them, while the young men and women who were frightened by the gunfire were still chatting on the ground to pick up their luggage.
Don't worry about them, a bunch of foreigners who are frightened.
The lead border inspector waved his hand and let his hand go down to pick up the Goshawk for a meal.
The place where Goshawk fell was only two 30 meters away from them, but when the border inspector trot over and dragged Goshawk back.
The expression on the face of the guy who picked up Goshawk was as weird as a dinosaur.
Brenda, the lead border inspector, just wanted to reprimand him, but when he saw the Goshawk he was holding, he was also taken aback.
It is not an Goshawk of ordinary.
Because it was shot in the abdomen, where there was a fist-sized damage, there was no blood flowing out, but there was curling black smoke, and it exuded a scorched smell like a electronic device short circuit.
Falling from a height of two hundred meters in the air, the impact broke its wings, exposing the light bones of gray metal inside.
"This...this...this..."
Brenda, the lead border inspector, pointed a finger at the Goshawk filled with weird colors, and his mouth seemed to be stuffed with a transmitter without a channel.
He was terrified. What the **** is this?
Not only the three border inspectors, but the cartoonists who were packing up the luggage also witnessed the details of this Goshawk.
Their thoughts seemed to fly into the sky with those bullets, their heads in chaos.
Did they mess into the Transformers (franchise) world line?
If not, then why do you see a machine Goshawk that is only found in Transformers (franchise) in this peaceful and backward African continent?
This is not true at all.
A cartoonist murmured to himself, "It's over, there won't be Megatron and his subordinates coming over later..."
"What nonsense, the world line is not messy." Qin Feizhuo of Boss in the studio reprimanded in a low voice.
As soon as his voice fell, the roar of the engine faintly came from the wide dirt road leading to Nigayya.
This is a surging mechanical roar that has a displacement of more than five points and a V12 engine.
Qin Feizhuo, who loves automobile culture, can immediately hear the power of the car that he has never seen before.
He was not disappointed. A few seconds later, a black steel figure dragging the arrogant dust appeared in the vision of everyone at the border checkpoint.
That is a g65 that can make men blood boiling, and it is a six-wheel drive long-wheelbase version.
Qin Feizhuo rubbed his eyes subconsciously. As far as he knows, even the "first-class" custom-made Bassbo brand in Benz has only the release six-wheel drive half-car version. The car in front of us has not only slightly changed the appearance details, but also the whole car, which looks more steel and wild.
I don't know which master it came from.
People at the border checkpoint thought they met a Europe and US tyrant who came to Africa for a self-driving tour.
Three Land Rover vehicles spotted four and followed behind them a little farther.
The surging engine sound of the g65 overwhelmed their movement. When they all appeared in people's field of vision, the broad dirt road to the east already felt like galloping horses and billowing smoke and dust.
The three border inspectors rushed forward, waving their hands somewhat flatteringly.
Obviously, these luxury car owners did not dare to offend them easily, so they planned to pass the four cars after a cutscene.
Amid the violent roar of the exhaust pipe, the g65 stopped in front of the three border inspectors.
Before waiting for the door of the g65 to open, three other Land Rovers also came over. The members in these cars seemed to be beasts. The doors of several cars were opened at the same time before the car stopped, and then more than a dozen macho men wearing walking boots, deep black overalls and black short-sleeved vest jumped out of the car. .
The three border inspectors were almost scared sitting on the ground. These highly uniform men had stronger muscles exposed to the sun than bison.
They wear sunglasses, and a tactical girdle is wrapped around their waists.
On the girdle was a dazzling array of magazines. Just as the three border inspectors wanted to declare their homes, they were pointed at their heads by Shiyishui's sig556 assault rifle.
On the African continent where ak is prevalent, the 556 assault rifle, which is a bit higher than the m416, is no less dazzling than the four luxury car in front of you. There is no doubt that the team in front of them is a group of lions on the grassland.
The group of cartoonists who had just slowed down from the gun of ak, once again fell into the mass petrification.
It's over. Looking at this battle, you must have encountered the legendary African warlord who did not blink.
They didn't dare to move, because the cartoonists saw this group of extravagantly equipped hunks and they all stared at the Goshawk in the hands of one of the border inspectors.
That look, I wish I could eat people.
The cartoonists noticed these hunks, and they also noticed the cartoonists squatting on the ground.
Two men with dark glasses just tried to lift their muzzles, and they were surprised when they met the faces of the cartoonists.
Yellow skin and black eyes, is it a China person?
Lower the muzzle quickly, then trot to Benzg65, and opened the heavy bulletproof door.
"Report to the general that the armed forces outside have been disarmed." At the same time the person who opened the door said something, he clattered into a military posture.
The cartoonists watched the G65 with nervous eyes, waiting for the warlord to get off the car, and at the same time waiting for the next sentence.
In their opinion, the best fate for a warlord is probably to be arrested and paid a large ransom.
I just escaped from a tiger's mouth, and met wolves again!
It's over, it's over.
A black crocodile leather boot stepped on the pedal of the g65, and with a click, the hearts of three border inspectors and more than a dozen cartoonists also jumped.
On top of the leather shoes are white trousers and a stiff dovetail western-styled clothes with a black bow tie. When the general showed up completely, the cartoonists couldn't help rubbing their eyes.
Is this a warlord?
How to give people a gentle, even a bit like a housekeeper?
General Mopu has long noticed the cartoonists who are squatting on the floor. After getting out of the car, he quickly walked up to these people and asked in English, "Which country are you from Asia?"
"Hua...China." The English-speaking people inside looked up cautiously.
Determined to be China, General Mopu ran a trot back to Benzg65. In the eyes of the cartoonists, like a competent butler, he held the door with one hand and held it in with the other.
One...
A young man whose age was similar to them was invited out by the general. Then all the gunmen turned their heads and paid attention to the young man.
The driver's seat and the co-pilot door opened automatically, and two China men with grim faces, one guard on the left and the right guard, were in front of him.
Perhaps in the eyes of foreigners, the Asian with yellow skin and black hair is difficult to distinguish from a specific country. Just like China people look at Europe people, they are all the same, there is no difference between German and Swedish.
But!
China people may not look at Japan and Korea very accurately, but looking at their compatriots, they feel that they are connected by blood.
So when Ye Qing got out of the car, the cartoonists opened their mouths into o-shapes.
This kind of scene is even more shocking than the border inspector dragging a mechanical Goshawk back.
On the African continent thousands of miles away, on the wild grassland full of gunfire.
A young China guy who is too young to speak, is this group of warlords who seem to be superbly in charge?
"děng děng|etc|wait ~" How does Qin Feizhuo feel that this young man is a bit familiar~IndoMTL.com~ Where seems to have seen his photos?
The villager saw his eyes full of tears, let alone under the guns of a bunch of hunks. Qin Feizhuo quickly took courage and set up a relationship with this compatriot who might decide their fate, "You... Are you China?"
"Yes!" Ye Qing looked at this group of compatriots unexpectedly, "You are..."
Several girls in the cartoonist cried suddenly.
"Woo ~"
Several girls’ voices were aggrieved, and with the surprise of the rest of their lives, "We wanted to go to Anut Area by car. We have relatives working over there at Factory."
"Who knew that when we arrived at the border checkpoint, these border inspectors said we were carrying diamonds."
"We...we wanted to prove ourselves, but this group of people took away all our valuable things."
"Are there relatives who work on Factory?" Ye Qing was even more surprised. "Is Factory from Monster Industrial over there?"
"Yes, yes!" The cartoonists nodded together.
"Okay, I see." Ye Qing walked to them and helped one of the girls, "Everyone get up first, let me take care of this."
After standing up, the cartoonists hugged and cried.
They were so excited, this young fellow actually meant to help them decide.
Ye Qing turned his head and looked at Mopu, "General, you can settle this matter."
"Okay Mr. Ye." General Mopu nodded, he had been waiting for this moment.
In the next second, General Mopu's face changed drastically, and the respectful look in his eyes disappeared, replacing him with a bitter murderous aura.
He stepped forward and watched the three trembling border inspectors condescendingly, with a tone like the Siberian wind.
"Who shot down that Goshawk?"
"Who stole the luggage of those distinguished guests?"