Monster Factory - 1230

The moon in Nicaya seems to be particularly round tonight.

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

Anyway, when Ye Qing launched the 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 himself.

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

In Anu District, 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 workers who are fighting for rare earth metal minerals and enriched uranium minerals around the Sotu rain forest.

Sotu Rainforest is a subtropical rainforest full of rich and original atmosphere.

This rainforest is located on the African grassland. Nature’s supernatural craftsmanship grows abruptly on this dry grassland, creating a magical place with annual rainfall of more than 1500 millimeters.

There are ancient trees that require dozens of people to embrace here, and it claims to be an independent ecosystem full of dense vegetation on the ground that makes it difficult to move.

This is the forbidden zone of life.

In 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 in the mountains surrounding this rainforest, there lived a group of “ghosts”.

No one can describe the specific appearance of the group of ghosts. 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 think that there are cannibalistic ghosts, and even the most powerful hunters of the tribe cannot conquer the rich rainforest.

Giant Animal Industry tells them with modern scientific and technological power.

There are no ghosts there.

There is only high-purity uranium mica stored 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, Behemoth Industry deliberately established a uranium mine factory with the ability to enrich uranium-235 to more than 90% behind the Sotu Rainforest, and used these enriched uranium as energy sources to set up a power plant in the factory. A thermonuclear power plant composed of ultra-supercritical generating units.

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

“This is where?”

“let me go.”

“Do you know who I am, you 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 his arm by two foreign men who were stronger than rhinos. Although he could not struggle to escape, he could vent his horrible anger with his mouth.

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

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

Why?

He was dissatisfied.

Even if the mysterious aircraft he was riding in landed in a sci-fi style, he had never seen a factory with similar technology buildings even when he traveled to the United States 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 and General Buckler was kicked in, his cursing stopped abruptly.

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

Seven blonde foreigners?

General Buckler’s head is full of clouds and mists. What does that young Chinese man want to do? Isn’t this factory opened by Chinese people? How come there are seven foreigners from European and American countries?

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

He was pestle 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 with no partitions in the corner, and 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.

When looking 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 famous foreigner.

These seven foreigners, each with malnourished dishes, dressed in cheap work clothes and shabby daily necessities, saw the two Chinese people who had just escorted them, just as docile and docile as a mouse saw a cat.

With an army of five thousand under him, General Buckler, who dominates this land, would give this group of foreigners who are exactly the same as those in the quarrying quarry?

He asked condescendingly, causing the seven foreigners to whisper to each other, and then a foreigner who slept in 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 could tell that it was Chinese. After all, he had an argument with a young Chinese man not long ago.

Of course being able to tell it does not mean he can understand it.

“Newcomer, report your name and…”

This time, it is Arabic.

General Buckler’s white eyes stared at the boss, thinking that this foreigner coolie is real and fake, can he speak the three languages?

“Newcomer, report to you…”

A foreigner sleeping on 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, someone asked another question in French.

This time General Buckler finally understood.

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

Among them, France has left the deepest mark on this land. On the roads of Africa, there are as many as 31 African countries that use French as their first language. In the upper class of Africa, people who are not proficient in French will only be regarded as uneducated aboriginal nouveau riche.

Of course General Buckler can speak French, but at this time he has retreated to the iron gate with a panic on his face.

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 on the land of Africa.

Buckler hesitated and said in French: “I… my name is Buckler and my job is 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 the combat commander of the 75th Ranger Regiment and 1st Battalion under the US Special Command. Armitage.”

As soon as his voice fell, another person in the upper bunk stood up and saluted: “Hello, General.”

“I am a first-level lieutenant colonel pilot at Patterson Air Force Base of the U.S. Air Force.”

“Hello General, I am a senior engineer at Lockheed Aerospace.”

“Hello General, I am…”

Seven foreigners in the dormitory sat or stood one by one saluting Buckler and introducing themselves.

Buckler introduced himself in French as a general.

These seven foreigners had no doubts at all, because the people who could be imprisoned by Behemoth Industry for mining here were either Air Force ace pilots, commanders of special forces, or senior engineers who were well-known in the aerospace industry.

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

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

The black man in front of him who entered the door still maintained an arrogant attitude, they took it for granted that he was a high-ranking official.

Otherwise, how could they be escorted in alone by two managers?

Wait~

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

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 trembling up and down, “What are you talking about?”

“How could you be an American lieutenant colonel and major?”

“The United States is the most powerful country in the world, what are you talking about.”

We are not talking nonsense, the seven foreigners who hug each other for warmth look at each other.

What’s the matter with Lieutenant Colonel? The director of the Social Security Bureau and the Brigadier General were planted in the hands of Giant Beast Industry. What’s so strange about a worthless school-level military rank?