Monster Factory

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The moon in Nigaya seems to be exceptionally round tonight.

This may be because Ye Qing is in a good mood and effortless, and he has overcome the most difficult technical problems in the virtual world.

Anyway, when Ye Qing launched the virtual world, standing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the night city of Anut’s capital city, he always felt that the white moon was showing his smile to himself.

The silvery moon hangs at high altitude, and the white brilliance is not only revealed to Ye Qing.

In the Anu District, everyone is bathed in this round of the moon.

Including the group of cartoonists who are singing and singing on the hotel terrace, including the workers who are working around the Soto rainforest for rare earth metal minerals and enriched uranium minerals.

The Soto Rainforest is a subtropical rainforest full of rich original flavor.

This rainforest is located on the grasslands of Africa. The nature is awesome, and it is born on this dry grassland to create a magical land with an annual rainfall of more than 1500 mm.

The ancient trees that need dozens of people to hug are everywhere, claiming to be an independent ecosystem with dense ground vegetation that makes people struggling.

Here is the forbidden zone of life.

On the grasslands around the rainforest, dozens of tribes are living in large and small generations.

But hundreds of years ago, local tribes knew that there was a group of "ghosts" in the mountains surrounded by the rainforest.

No one can describe the specific appearance of the group of ghosts. The local indigenous people only know that there are countless treasures in the rain forest. There are tempting and delicious fruits everywhere, all over the place are fat prey.

For centuries, countless hunters in the surrounding tribes wanted to conquer it.

Most of them left only a piece of embarrassing experience.

The ignorant indigenous people think that there is a ghost of eating people, even the most powerful hunters of the tribe can't conquer the rich rainforest.

The giant beast industry told them with the power of modern technology.

There is no ghost there.

There are only high-purity calcium uranium mica in the surrounding mountains.

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Calcium uranium mica is the main extracting mineral of uranium-235.

In order to exploit these uranium mines, Giant Beast Industries has deliberately established a uranium mine with the ability to concentrate uranium-235 to more than 90% behind the Sotu rainforest. With these enriched uranium as energy, a plant has been established in the factory. A thermal nuclear power plant consisting of ultra-supercritical generator sets.

When General Bakler was taken to the uranium mine by the Banshee aircraft, it was just the night of the moon hanging over the earth.

"This is where?"

"let me go."

"Do you know who I am, your band of foreigners, believe that the next day, my army can bring people to level here?"

General Bakkler was held by two foreign men who were stronger than the rhinoceros. Although he could not struggle to escape, he could use his mouth to vent his anger.

If the eyes can kill, the two foreign savage men around him must be put in the heart.

He is the king of the grasslands on the western part of the country of Tagana. He has five thousand soldiers and seven towns and hundreds of villages. Even because of a few words with a foreign young man, he was kidnapped by a five-flowered man into a mysterious factory built entirely of concrete walls.

Why?

He is not satisfied.

Even if the mysterious flying vehicle he was riding, he landed in a science fiction style, even if he traveled to the United States two years ago, he had never seen a factory with similar technology buildings.

General Bakler went all the way until he was pushed into the door of a boxy concrete building by two foreign men.

It was a door made of silver metal. When the door opened and General Buckler was kicked in, his snoring stopped.

He was dumbfounded, and there were four bunk beds in the metal door that he could only see in the military camp. Now in the four bunks, seven heads are coming out of the gray bed and holding him in a word.

Seven blonde foreigners?

General Buckler’s head is full of clouds and fog. What does the Chinese youth want to do? This factory is not opened by the Chinese people. How can there be foreigners in seven European and American countries?

At the same time, the iron gate slammed shut and closed General Buckler into a sealed building made up of question marks.

He squatted at the door like a wooden stake. On the black carbon-like face, a pair of snow-white eyes turned up and down to look at it.

Four bunk beds.

There is a bathroom with no gaps in the corner, a stainless steel pool opposite to it, and seven iron cups are placed neatly next to the pool. There are toothbrushes and toothpaste inside, and seven towels are hung on the cup.

Looking towards the wall of the door, General Buckler saw a row of iron cabinets, and seven pairs of muddy tooling shoes were placed neatly under the cabinet.

"who are you?"

"You shut me down here, what do you want to do?"

General Buckler was full of anger and asked his natives to ask questions in his native language.

The seven foreigners, one with a malnourished dish, dressed in cheap work clothes, surrounded by shabby daily necessities, saw the two Chinese people who had just escorted themselves, just as the mouse saw the cat as docile and meek.

The army of the army is five thousand. In this land, General Bakker, who is the king of the hegemony, will give the foreigners who are exactly the same as the miners in the mine.

He asked questions from the condescending, let the seven foreigners whisper, and then a foreigner who slept near the bottom of the door opened the quilt and sat up.

"Newcomers, report your name and affiliates."

This person speaks English.

General Buckler’s education is not high, and English can only understand some of the simplest common words. So he twisted his head and said in his native language: "I can't understand."

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

General Bakler can tell that this is Chinese. After all, he had a clash with a Chinese young man.

Of course, it can be distinguished, it does not mean that he can understand.

"Newcomer, report your name and..."

This time, it is Arabic.

General Buckler’s snow-white eyeball boss, thinking that this foreigner’s hard work is really fake, can he speak the three languages?

"Newcomers, report yours..."

A foreigner who slept in the upper bunk sat up and asked in Portuguese.

"Newcomer..."

Someone asked in German.

"Newcomer..."

Someone asked in Zulu.

"Newcomer..."

Seeing General Bakler standing as stupid as a turkey, and someone asked in French.

This time General Bakler finally understood.

Turning over the land of Africa is a history of blood and tears that have been colonized by Europe.

Among them, France has the deepest mark on this land. On the African road, there are as many as 31 African countries that use French as their first language. In the upper class of Africa, the inability to master French is only regarded as an illiterate aboriginal indigenous.

General Buckler will of course speak French, but this time he has returned to the iron gate with fear and fear.

Who are these people, only two people ask questions, they are skilled in changing seven or eight foreign languages.

This kind of talent can be mixed with the status of a diplomat in Africa.

Buckler said hesitantly in French: "I... my name is Buckler and my position is general."

"General's position?"

"Which country do you serve in?" The foreign man sitting at the bottom of the door suddenly stood up and said with a serious salute: "I am the 75th Ranger Corps of the US Special Command, the first battalion lieutenant commander. Armitage."

His voice just fell, and there was a person inside the upper bunk to make a salute: "Hello, general."

"I am a pilot of the first-class lieutenant colonel at the Patterson Air Force Base of the US Air Force."

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

"Hello, general, I am..."

Seven foreigners in the dormitory, one by one or sitting or standing to give Buckle a salute and introduce their identity.

Bakler introduced his position in French as a general.

These seven foreigners have no doubts, because the people who can be mined here by the Behemoth Industry are not Air Force ace pilots, special commanders, or senior engineers known in the aerospace industry.

There is now one more general, which is not unexpected.

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

In front of him, this black man who still keeps a proud attitude, they take it for granted that he is a high-ranking official.

Otherwise how can it be escorted separately by two managers?

Wait~

After the introduction of the seven foreigners, suddenly there was some inexplicable look at Buckler.

How did the general start to tremble with his legs and sweat on his forehead?

"You...you." General Buckler was like a severe dementia, his teeth trembled up and down, "What are you talking about?"

“How could you be a US lieutenant colonel and major?”

"The United States is the most powerful country in the world. What are you talking about?"

We didn't talk nonsense, and the seven foreigners who warmed up the group looked at each other.

What are the majors of the Lieutenant Colonel? They are even able to plant the director of the Social Security Bureau and the Brigadier General in the hands of the behemoth industry. What is a rare school-grade rank?