Monster Factory - 1224

The 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.

Leave them alone, 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 the goshawk fell was only twenty or thirty meters away from them, but when the border inspector trot over and dragged the goshawk back.

The expression on the face of the guy who picked up the goshawk was as weird as the one who picked up a dinosaur.

Brenda, the lead border inspector, just wanted to reprimand him, but when he saw the goshawk that he was pulling, he was also stunned.

It is not an ordinary goshawk.

Because it was shot in the abdomen, there was a fist-sized damage, no blood flowed out, but black smoke, and it exuded a burnt smell that can only be found when electronic devices are short-circuited.

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 leading border inspector, pointed his finger at the goshawk full of weird colors, and his mouth was like a transmitter with no channel stuffed into his mouth.

He was terrified, what the hell is this?

Not only the three border inspectors, but the cartoonists who were packing their luggage on the side 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 world of Transformers?

If not, then why do you see a mechanical goshawk that is only found in Transformers in this peaceful and backward African continent?

This is not in line with reality at all.

A cartoonist murmured to himself, “It’s over, there won’t be any Megatron calling him with his men later…”

“What nonsense, the world line is not messy.” Qin Feizhuo, the boss of the studio, whispered a reprimand.

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 with a displacement of more than 5.00 and a V12 engine.

Qin Feizhuo, who loves car culture, immediately heard the power of the car that he had never met 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.

It is a G65 that can make men excited, 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 brand Busber in Mercedes-Benz has only launched a six-wheel drive semi-van version. The car in front of me 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.

The people at the border checkpoint thought that when a certain European and American tyrant came to Africa for a self-driving tour.

The three Land Rover found four and followed a little further away.

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 had the feeling of galloping horses and billowing smoke and dust.

The three border inspectors rushed forward, waving their hands in a somewhat flattering manner.

Obviously, the owners of these luxury cars didn’t dare to offend them easily, so they planned to let the four cars go through the scene.

Amid the violent roar of the exhaust pipe, the G65 stopped in front of the three border inspectors.

Before the door of the G65 opened, three other Land Rovers also came over. The members of these cars seemed to be beasts. The car doors were opened at the same time before the car stopped, and then more than a dozen machos wearing walking boots, deep black overalls and black short-sleeved vests jumped out of the car. .

The three border inspectors were almost frightened and sat on the ground. These highly uniform men had stronger muscles exposed to the sun than a bison.

They are wearing sunglasses and a tactical girdle wrapped around their waists.

On the girdle was a dazzling array of magazines. As soon as the three border inspectors wanted to declare their homes, they were pointed at their heads by the SIG556 assault rifle of Qing Yishui.

In 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 cars 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 muzzle of the AK were once again caught in the collective 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 want to eat people.

The cartoonists noticed these hunks, and they also noticed the cartoonists squatting on the ground.

Two men with dark glasses just wanted to raise their muzzles, but they were shocked when they met the faces of the cartoonists.

Yellow skin and black eyes, is it Chinese?

Quickly lowered the muzzle, then trot to the Mercedes-Benz G65, and opened the heavy bulletproof car 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 looked at the G65 with nervous eyes, waiting for the warlord to get off, 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.

Really just escaped from a tiger’s mouth, and encountered wolves again!

It’s over, it’s over.

A black crocodile leather boot stepped on the G65 pedal, 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 suit 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 Mopp had long noticed the cartoonists who were squatting on the floor. He hurried to the people when he got out of the car and asked in English, “Which country in Asia are you from?”

“Hua…Hua Xia.” The English-speaking people looked up cautiously.

Determined to be from Huaxia, General Mopu ran back to the Mercedes-Benz G65. In the eyes of the cartoonists, he held the door with one hand and held inward with the other, like a competent butler.

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 also opened automatically, and two Chinese men with grim faces, one guard on the left and the right, stood in front of him.

Perhaps in the eyes of foreigners, it is difficult for Asians with yellow skin and black hair to distinguish which country is specific. Just like Chinese people look at Europeans, they are all the same, there is no difference between German and Swedish.

but!

Chinese people may not be very accurate when they look at Japan and South Korea, but when they look 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, in the wild grassland full of gunfire.

A Chinese man who is too young to speak, is actually the master of this group of warlords who look amazing?

“Wait~” Why does Qin Feizhuo feel that this young man is a little familiar, where he seems to have seen his photos?

The fellow sees the fellow in 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 destiny, “You…are you from Huaxia?”

“Yes!” Ye Qing looked at this group of compatriots unexpectedly, “You are…”

Several girls in the cartoonist cried suddenly.

“Woo~”

The voices of several girls were aggrieved, and with the surprise of the rest of their lives, “We originally wanted to go to the Anu District by car to play, and we have relatives working in the factory over there.”

“Who knew that when we got to 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 valuables.”

“Are relatives working at the factory?” Ye Qing was even more surprised. “Is it the factory where Behemoth Industry is based?”

“Yes, yes!” The cartoonists nodded together.

“Okay, I see.” Ye Qing walked up 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 that this young fellow actually meant to help them decide.

Ye Qing turned to look at Mopu, “General, you can settle this matter.”

“Okay Mr. Ye.” General Mopu nodded, he had already waited 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 intent.

He stepped forward and watched the three trembling border inspectors condescendingly, with a tone like the cold Siberian wind.

“Who shot down that goshawk?”

“Who stole the luggage of those distinguished guests?”