Monster Factory: 1384: A warning from the predecessors

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A few hours later, in the western port of Anut Area.

Compared with the busyness in the past, this multi-functional integrated port invested and constructed by Monster Industry and General Mopu at this time has also become a anomaly depression due to the recent treacherous situation.

Anut Area is located on the edge of the Gulf of Guinea, which is the only way for the Atlantic coast route.

Since the poor Anut Area built this modern|Hyundai integrated port, many liners and cargo ship like to replenish oil and living resources at this port.

Monster Industry and other Companys that invest and build factories here also rely on this port to transport bulk raw materials.

But since Anut Area was targeted by the most powerful country in the world, even after General Mopu was scared to hide in the bunker.

Some international shipping Company on this route deliberately began to circumvent this port.

Most of them don’t know that the origin of all these contradictions actually comes from the Monster industry.

Occasionally, the shipping Company, which can be seen in a series of commercial sanctions imposed by USA against the Monster industry, can only secretly complain that the old American hands are too long and the tubes are too wide, causing their shipping business to be damaged.

At six o'clock in the evening local time, the originally sluggish port suddenly became a five-step post and ten-step post. Traffic and roads were controlled, and all the staff in the port were dissuaded from leaving.

The armed patrol boat sent by General Mopu returned triumphantly.

In front of a patrol boat that can withstand the attack of light weapons, the ships mariner(s) who only boarded an inflatable life-saving kayak, barely resisted any resistance, and were obediently "invited" to board the boat.

They cooperate on the surface, but inwardly they are so proud of disdain.

Hum ~

Forgive these people for not daring to do anything with them. After arresting them, didn't they want to use them as a bargaining chip in exchange for Pentagon to give up military operations against them?

You must give them a good drink, and don't dare to be negligent. It won't take long for them to be free again.

With this idea in mind, headed by the highest-ranking Carol Captain and two submarine commanders, they hold their heads high, and even if they are soaked in the sea, they must maintain their pride.

Then they were stuffed into the container truck one by one...

This way to the British woman, it is the black lights in the carriage, and dozens of people crowded in a car. There is a sense of humiliation being treated as an animal.

The vehicle arrived at the destination a few hours later. They thought there would be clean clothes and hot food.

As a result, I was driven into a camp surrounded by a high wall. The concrete house had only simple bunk beds, not to mention food and drink, and even no quilt.

Perhaps it was because of the hundreds of people who were squeezed into 5-6. The originally empty high-walled camp suddenly became crowded, and the beds were not enough.

In contrast, the camp has no extra guards except for the observation decks at the four corners and the closed double-layer steel gates.

At the same time, they also noticed that in several other houses, indistinct figures were reflected on the windows.

? ? ?

Is there anyone else here?

The same barracks, the same temporary loss of freedom.

Carol Captain winked at the officials and colleagues around him, and motioned everyone to visit the "predecessors" to inquire about news about this place.

Seeing the chiefs go out, the remaining crew members followed to the gravel-paved courtyard unwilling to be lonely.

Maybe those seniors have similar ideas. Before Carol Captain visited, they met in the walled courtyard.

merely, compared to the strong, well-nourished Carol Captain and the crew of the ship, the mental state of these predecessors is really a bit "sloppy".

One by one, they were wearing uniform dark green overalls, but their clothes had been washed to turn white.

The mental state on their faces is not much stronger. A lean personality, with a naked face, looks at Carol Captain with numbness in their eyes.

Carol Captain and his party were surprised; many of these seniors are USA fellows who make him feel familiar and kind.

The other small group of people have black skin and look a lot like the group of people who escorted them. They are probably the natives here.

They have a large number of people here, and they haven't changed that kind of rustic work clothes. Carol Captain, who has just arrived here, will inevitably bring some arrogance with her identity.

"fellow, I know where it is, and where can I find food. We haven't eaten or drink for more than ten hours." Carol Captain shrugged, letting people around him see clearly under the light. Clear the epaulettes on his tan sailor uniform.

Three golden bars and a star.

This is the epaulette of the lieutenant colonel.

There is no imaginary compliment. Instead, the eyes of those seniors looked at him as if they were looking at a stupid bird...

The scene was a bit awkward.

The two obviously leading seniors ignored him, but a thin man standing behind raised his eyes, "This is the mining area."

"Eat it?" Someone said with a smile, and said with a smile: "There is a faucet next to the toilet. If you are hungry, you can drink water. If you are full, you will have potatoes to eat."

"Don't think about food when you come here. If you can't finish your work tomorrow, you won't have any water to drink."

"Working?" Brindel, the submarine commander on the side, asked inexplicably: "What are you doing, are you locked up stupid? As American citizens, don't even have the courage to resist?"

"Excluding you bastards, we alone have more than 500 people. If you dare not resist, then you will follow us obediently tomorrow."

The answer to the submarine commander was a sneer from the senior.

If there are too many people to be useful to the fuck, you silly birds won't be locked here.

"I advise you to obediently listen to the whistle in the morning, and then go mining with us." Armitage, who was locked up here at first, seemed to be a compatriot, and persuaded listlessly. Two sentences, "Compared to us, you are already considered happy."

"Do you know what mine we dig before?"

"Uranium mine, we all lost a stubble of hair when we dig it."

"Now we are digging and drilling, and it is a bit bitter, at least it will not fall out of hair."

Carol Captain hasn't changed his identity yet, he arrogantly rejected the other party's kindness, "That's your business."

"My colleagues and I are from the Fifth Fleet. Here we have the commander and all the members of the large surface Warship boat, as well as the commander and all the members of the two attack submarines."

Even if we lose our freedom temporarily, we cannot lose the spirit of resistance that we have imprinted in our blood. "

"I will not agree to mining, and even more than 500 colleagues behind me will not agree."

"Believe it or not, in a few days, Pentagon will negotiate us out of here. If you civilians want to go out, please obey the command."

The sneers of the seniors turned into sarcasm.

Common people?

These guys who only hide in the hull of the ship and release missiles, say they are civilians?

Armitage kicked some of the black people behind Veno and mocked: "No. 8, give this group of fellow who are still alive in their dreams, introduce our identity."

No. 8 is Buckler who claims to be King of the Prairie.

Buckler was imprisoned here for attacking a group of China young tourists. In the past six months, he has been cleaned up by these seniors, and he has transformed from the king of the grassland into an obedient servant.

Hearing the order, he hurried forward and introduced in unskilled English: "It is our Boss who is speaking to you. He is the 75th Cavalry Regiment and Lieutenant Colonel of the First Battalion under your U.S. Special Command. Commander Mr. Armitage."

The cavalry regiment... regiment, the lieutenant colonel means... commander?

In their battle sequence, the Ranger regiment with the title of heart bayonet, which makes the enemy the most fearful?

"This is the ace lieutenant colonel pilot of Patterson Air Force Base."

Wang...Ace pilot?

"This is a senior engineer of Lockheed aviation Aerospace Company."

"This is..."

Each time Buckler introduced one, Carol Captain and the crew behind him were shocked. When the introduction is over, the newcomers of them are already dumbfounded and become speechless.

These guys with numb expressions and look like refugees, why... are one more elite than one, and one higher than the other?

"Then...who are you?"

"Me?" Buckler, who once had 5,000 warriors in charge of seven towns and hundreds of villages and tribes, said blankly: "You don't need to know who I am, work with me tomorrow then it will be alright." /

Carol Captain was full of questions to ask at this time, but when he asked, a whistle suddenly came from across the wall.

Hearing the whistle, these predecessors who were originally mocking and disdainful even dispersed with a "Hula ~".

They swiftly got back to their barracks, and even in less than ten seconds, they turned off the lights, leaving a clouded and confused figure in the yard.

The whistle sounded again.

Carol Captain and the crew were aroused by the harsh whistle.

It was bad luck today, and it was cold and hungry at night.

Before the group was armed with assault rifles and RPGs, so they didn't dare to resist~IndoMTL.com~ Now they don’t know where they are going, leaving less than ten expressionless men. China face guard.

Although they are tall and strong, they are the same as the Shark O'Neill. But if more than five hundred people unite, will they be afraid of them?

When they saw the six guards in a row holding long sticks slowly approaching them, Carol Captain and the crew were more rebellious.

If — — had an assault rifle, it would be nice to say, this holding a stick, how do you look down on the strong mariner(s) who has been training all the year round, and the Marines who are ten-year-old?

Juli Hardworking, who was in charge of the guard, walked to the front of the crowd without expression.

He lifted a stick, and the unconvincing voice in front of him turned into a scream.

Carol Captain squeezed his fist, followed by rushing up, and then was swept to the ground by a stick, holding his leg and wailing loudly.

Then screamed one after another.

The long stick in Juli’s hand turned into a windmill, and one stick can even turn three or four.

The stick was actually studded with spikes.

……

The painful sound of humming and harp continued all night.

There was a wounded person lying on the ground in the walled courtyard, and a whole room of wounded people were lying in the room.

The next day.

The sky was just getting bright, and the harsh whistle sounded again.

Carol Captain was lying on the ground and groaning. When he heard the whistle, he immediately raised his head and looked at the door.

I saw the expressionless guards holding the long sticks again, and there was a burst of strength in his body to support him limping to his feet.

He dared not lie down anymore, in case he gets hit with a stick again...

Some people don't believe in evil, and some really can't get up.

"Ah ~"

"Stop fighting, I will get up."

"You are violating the UN's statement about...ah ~, my leg is going to be broken."

"Please, I need treatment."