Monster Factory: One thousand one hundred and eighty-six: The group of mining worker

The moon in Niagara seems to be particularly round tonight.

This may be because Ye Qing is in a good mood, and effortlessly overcomes the most difficult technical problems in the virtual world.

Anyway, when Ye Qing was in the release virtual world, standing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the night of the capital city of Anut, he always felt that the white moon was smiling at him.

The silver moon hangs high in the sky, and the white brilliance is not only revealed to Ye Qing.

In Anut Area, everyone is bathed in this bright moon.

Including the group of cartoonists who are singing and happy on the Hotel terrace, as well as the worker who are fighting for the rare earth metal minerals and concentrated uranium minerals around the Sotu rainforest.

Sotu rainforest is a subtropical rainforest full of rich and primitive atmosphere.

This rainforest is located on the African grassland. Natural Work of the Gods is born on this dry grassland, creating a magical place with annual rainfall of more than 1500 mm.

There are old trees that require dozens of people to hug each other. This place claims to be a set of independent ecological system, which is full of dense ground vegetation that makes people difficult to move.

This is the restricted zone of life.

On the grasslands surrounding the rainforest, dozens of tribes, large and small, have lived for generations.

But hundreds of years ago, local tribes and natives knew that a group of "Ghost" lived in the mountains surrounding this rainforest.

No one can describe the specific appearance of the group of Ghost. The local indigenous people only know that there are countless treasures hidden in the rainforest. There are tempting and delicious fruits everywhere, and fat prey everywhere.

For hundreds of years, countless hunters in the surrounding tribes wanted to conquer there.

Most of what they left is only an embarrassing experience.

The ignorant natives believe that there are cannibalistic Ghosts, and even the most powerful hunters of the tribe cannot conquer the rich rainforest.

Monster tells them with modern|Hyundai chemical technology.

There is no Ghost there.

There is only High-Purity calcium uranium mica that is hidden in the surrounding mountains.

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Calcium uranium mica is the main extracted mineral of uranium —235.

In order to mine these uranium mines, Monster industry deliberately established a uranium mine Factory with the ability to convert uranium — 235 concentrated to more than 90% behind the Sotu rainforest, and set up a uranium mine in Factory using these concentrated uranium as energy sources. A thermonuclear power plant composed of ultra-supercritical generating units.

When General Buckler was escorted by Banshee aircraft to the Factory uranium mine, it happened to be the night of the moon over the earth.

"Where is this?"

"Let me go."

"Do you know who I am, you group of robbers and foreigners, believe it or not, the next day, my army will be able to bring people down here?"

General Buckler was held on the arm by two foreign men who are stronger than rhinos. Although he can't struggle to escape, he can use his mouth to vent the monstrous anger in his heart.

If the eyes can kill, the two foreign men around him must be pierced by arrows.

He is the king of the grassland in the western part of the country of Tagana. He has five thousand soldiers, and he has ruled seven towns and hundreds of villages. Because he didn't speculate on a few words with a foreign young man, he was tied to a mysterious Factory built entirely by concrete high walls?

Why?

He refused.

Even if the mysterious aircraft he was riding in landed in a land full of science fiction style, he had never seen a similar technology building in the Factory even when he traveled to USA two years ago.

General Buckler cursed all the way until he was escorted into the door of a square concrete building by two foreign men.

It was a door made of silver metal. As soon as the door opened, when General Buckler was kicked in, his cursing stopped abruptly.

He is dumbfounded. Inside the door of metal are four bunk beds that can only be seen in the barracks. Now in the four upper and lower bunks, there are seven heads poking out from the gray bed, staring at him silently.

Seven blonde foreigners?

General Buckler's head is full of clouds and mists. What does that China young man want to do? Isn't this Factory run by China? How come there are seven western countries foreigners?

The iron door slammed shut behind him, and General Buckler was also locked into a sealed building made up of question marks.

He is pestering at the door like a wooden stake, his charcoal-like face, and a pair of snow-white eyes rolled up and down to look at it.

Four bunk beds.

There is a bathroom in the corner with no partitions, and there is a stainless steel sink on the opposite side. There are also seven iron cups neatly placed next to the sink with toothbrushes and toothpaste in them, and seven towels on the cups.

As he looked at the doorway wall, General Buckler saw a row of tin cabinets under which seven pairs of dirt-covered work shoes were neatly placed.

"Who are you?"

"What do you want to do when you put me here?"

General Buckler was full of anger, and he used his home language to reprimand his subordinates to question the foreigner.

These seven foreigners, one by one with malnourished dishes, dressed in cheap overalls and shabby daily necessities, they saw the two China men who had just escorted them, just like a mouse seeing a cat.

With an army of five thousand, General Buckler, who dominates this land, will give this group of foreigners who are exactly the same as the digging labor in the mine?

He condescendingly asked questions, causing the seven foreigners to whisper to each other, and then a foreigner who was sleeping on the lower bunk near the door opened the quilt and sat up.

"Newcomer, report your name and affiliation."

This person speaks English.

General Buckler is not well-educated, and can only understand some of the simplest common words in English. So he twisted his head and said in the local dialect: "I don't understand."

"Newcomer, report your name and affiliation." The foreigner who asked the question frowned and switched to Chinese.

General Buckler can tell that this is Chinese, after all, he had an argument with a young China not long ago.

Of course he can tell, he can understand without representative.

"Newcomer, report your name and..."

This time, it’s Arabic.

General Buckler's white eyes stared at Boss, thinking that this foreigner coolie is real or fake, can he speak three languages?

"Newcomer, report your..."

A foreigner sleeping in the upper bunk sat up and asked questions in Portuguese.

"Newcomer..."

Someone asked questions in German.

"Newcomer..."

Someone asked questions in Zulu.

"Newcomer..."

Seeing General Buckler standing there stupidly like a turkey, and someone asking questions in French.

This time General Buckler finally understood.

Opening the land of Africa is a history of blood and tears continuously colonized by Europe.

Among them, France has the deepest mark on this land. On the roads of Africa, there are as many as 30 African countries that use French as their first language. In the upper-class African society, people who are not proficient in French will only be regarded as uneducated aboriginals.

General Buckler, of course, can speak French, but at this time he has retreated to the iron gate with trepidation.

Who are these people? Only two people asked questions, and they were proficient in seven or eight foreign languages.

This kind of talent can be used as a diplomat for the first time in Africa.

Buckler hesitated and said in French: "I...My name is Buckler, and I am a general."

"General position?"

"Which country do you serve?" The foreigner sitting in the lower bunk at the door suddenly stood up and saluted with a serious face: "I am a lieutenant colonel of the 75th Ranger Regiment and 1st Battalion under the USA Special Command. Combat Commander Armitage~IndoMTL.com~ As soon as his voice fell, another upper berth inside saluted: "Hello General. "

"I am a first-level lieutenant colonel pilot of USA Air Force Paterson Air Force Base."

"Hello General, I am a senior engineer at Lockheed Aerospace Airline Company."

"Hello General, I am..."

Seven foreigners in the dormitory, sitting or standing one by one, saluted Buckler one after another and introduced themselves.

Buckler introduced his position in French as a general.

The seven foreigners have no doubt, because the people who can be held by the Monster industry for mining here are not Air Force ace pilots, commanders of special forces, or senior engineers who are well-known in the Aerospace aviation industry.

Now that there is an additional general, it is not unexpected.

They are all USA people, and their identities have been clearly explained to the managers here.

The black man who entered the door still maintained an arrogant attitude, they took it for granted that he was highly regarded.

Otherwise, how could two managers be escorted in alone?

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After the seven foreigners introduced each, they suddenly looked at Buckler inexplicably.

Why did the general begin to tremble with his legs and sweat on his forehead?

"You...you." General Buckler was suffering from severe Alzheimer's, his teeth trembled up and down, "What are you talking about?"

"How could you be a lieutenant colonel and major USA?"

"USA is the most powerful country in the world, what are you talking about."

We're not talking nonsense, seven foreigners who hug each other to keep warm.

What's the matter with Lieutenant Colonel Major? They even have the Bureau Chief and Brigadier General in the hands of Monster Industries. What is so strange about a worthless school-level military rank?

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