Monster Factory

Harcourt Harbor is a typical port city. Ye Qing arrived at 1: 00 a.m. local time. At this time, trucks loaded with minerals run by the road from time to time. The signs on the side of the road are also clear in English, with many restaurants, bars and hotels.

After holding onto the car for almost 10 hours, Ye Qing, a modern civilization, was finally seen again, and metal experts pulled over.

Then he came down to shake his hand and kick his leg, stretched out a big lazy waist, and snapped his joints out of the sound of "peeling off”.

Huge laborers also stepped out of the car and the AUG assault rifle with a scope was lying in their hands, securing Ye Qing's safety.

Ye Qing gave a huge hunch: “It doesn't seem to be a problem to walk all the way here, nor does Nicaragua seem to exaggerate as much as it says in the news. ”

“dá dá dá"

Ye Qing's voice just went down, behind a hotel across the street, suddenly shooting crisp ears.

Along with the gunshots, there was also a clear sound of metal being punched through.

“Get in the car ~” Ye Qing was frightened. He just exaggerated for less than three seconds, and Harcourt couldn't wait to show Ye Qing what it means to be wild.

The meeting point with the Lord's Battleship was chosen for an unmanned beach in the suburbs.

The Mercedes-Benz G65 drove to the beach with a searchlight, and the sparkling surface suddenly boiled, as if a giant beast was about to break out of the sea.

This is a giant steel beast that anybody sees is going to be amazed, breaking out of the water, and it's hard to climb down to the beach with four wide full moves to push the tail.

The hatch door opened and revealed the heavy armor number one in the cargo compartment.

Two metal experts, and two giant labourers, also jumped, still looking at each other without any tiredness of boat crawling.

Heavy Armor One was opened and replaced with Mercedes-G65. Ye Qing also entered the cockpit.

Five minutes later, a worn out car was left alone on the beach, and no one was interested in seeing its second look at the Chinese bus.

The van was motionless, and by 5: 00 a.m., the sun had risen to sea level, bringing a golden dawn to the port of Harcourt, when the dilapidated van was activated.

Low-power engine sounds appear to be coming from a main battle tank, rather than a midbus that has been scrapped for years.

“Ten kilometres along the road ahead, there is a large port and a white van outside the port. You flash it twice, it flashes three times, and that's it, with the weapons and equipment we need. ”

Ye Qing sits in the Lord's Battleship and observes and directs the operation through a satellite network.

Using the Weppe Satellite Network Corporation device, it is able to connect the latest generation of network communication satellites for 15MB per second data exchange.

There used to be a less funny joke about the expensive traffic costs of satellite networks.

Earlier this year, an anti-poaching organization patrolled the African Prairie, who wanted to have a W7 laptop automatically upgraded to W10 via satellite networks. As a result, the anti-poaching organization, which relies on social donations to survive, has been withheld over $10,000 in traffic charges.

Satellite traffic undercut all their activities because of arrears and the inability to reach other volunteers on patrol.

The faster it is, the more expensive it will be.

Ye Qing sees the real-time images through the display, and is naturally uncomfortable with the cost of traffic. An accident occurred shortly after the old Chinese bus was taken off the beach.

On the road ahead, two pickups crossed the road, one left and one right, leaving only one gap for the vehicle to walk.

Standing in the trunk in camouflage, the soldier with the AK. The military also stood at the road gap, stopping every passing truck.

“Not good.” Ye Qing's heart pounded quickly.

This dilapidated Chinese bus not only does not have any annual inspection signs, it does not even have a license plate. The glass is also fully patched opaque black glass film, and nothing can be seen from the outside.

The minibus is fake and the metal expert doesn't have a driver's license, so having the blind man check can detect the problem.

Watching the bus slowly advance, the soldiers in front of the road stop inspection were turning over in a truck and checking carefully. There was another soldier on the ground, waving his hand against the bus.

“Attention, prepare the punch cards. Ye Qing gave the order via satellite network:" After the punch card, do not go to the port, go back in a direct detour, go towards Anut district, weapons I will find a way. ”

“They're going to chase them, they're going to knock them over, and they're not going to be given time to attack. ”

“Understood." The driving metal expert spoke softly and prepared to execute the punch card order.

On the coastal road, this dilapidated Chinese bus immediately attracted the attention of Shika soldiers.

Because the car did not have a license plate, when they waved 200 metres away to the side, the minibus seemed as if it had not been seen, neither turning lights nor driving by.

The military around the two pickup trucks reacted quickly to this unusual behavior.

They jumped out of the car and raised the assault rifle in their hand to aim. A total of eight soldiers, if they encounter a regular Chinese bus, have enough firepower to tear it apart into a honeycomb.

Metallists treat them completely as air and still push themselves forward.

“Stop! ”

The soldier in the middle, with the rank of captain on his shoulder, shouted like a great enemy.

“Boom ~" A hundred meters away, the Chinese bus burst into a wild, beastly engine roar.

The eight soldiers in front slammed and loaded the AK assault rifle in their hand. The soldier in the middle with the beret raised the AK warning shot.

“Da da da ~”

After three shots were fired, the soldiers' dark faces revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

Fifty meters away, this distance is the best shooting distance for assault rifles.

I've turned my head around, and I don't want to see these guys get crashed, or pickup trucks get crashed in Ye Qing, between flint flints, all of a sudden I think about something.

He thought there was a plan B.

“Wait!”

Ye Qing shouted through the headset: “Slow down and pull aside, implement Plan B. ”

Between the flint, the old Chinese bus went down, the beastly engine sounds disappeared, the steering light flashed, and the body tilted towards the side of the road.

One second later, the heartless bullets will be fired by these soldiers.

By the time the bus stops, the soldiers are more than 10 meters away. Seven assault rifles pointed to the window position, and the lead captain rushed forward and shouted: “Get out of the car now and give you three seconds to think. ”

“One.”

“Two.”

The old car door slipped towards one side, but it was still an automatic door, and a metal expert blocked all their sights.

“Asian? ”

Put your hands around your head. How many people are in the car? ”The more black captain looks at the trolley, the more unusual it is, the bigger it is and the taller it is.

When the metal expert was seen standing motionless at the door of the car, several other soldiers raised their rifle butts and intended to open the metal expert's brains.

“Wait!”

The black captain's eyeballs instantly widened.

Then he pushed away his restless companion and split his head over his face and reprimanded: “Are you blind? This is our most distinguished guest. ”

A ticket stamped with Franklin's head was held in the hands of a metal expert.

As these flowering green bills rose, the eight soldiers similarly made a "grunt" swallowing sound.

Franklin's avatar, only $100 on it.

A $100 dollar bill, in poor Nicaragua, represents five times the average monthly income of a local person.

And a hundred dollars...

“Distinguished sir, distinguished guest.” The attitude of the black captain turned 180 degrees, replaced with a smile that he thought was the kindest and grunted in English: “Don't be angry at me for just offending you. ”

As he spoke, the black captain kicked the soldier next to him and shouted in local language: "Go get the cigar in the car. ”

A box of cigars that may also be respected by others is held by a black captain.

From start to finish, the metallist did not say a word.

The two pickups withdrew, and the eight soldiers lined up in a row, waving their compliments to the slow-moving Chinese bus. They smiled sincerely and shouted: "Welcome to the next time. ”

Plan B…

Unexpected success!

Fifteen minutes later, the Chinese bus drove to the port and handed over the arms minibus smoothly.

Forty minutes later, the bus returned to its original road.

The soldiers threw away their cigarette butts from afar, drove the pickup to the side of the road again, and stood in a row, waving goodbye with the most sincere smile on their faces.

Ye Qing shook his head in silence and then started the Lord's Battleship, marching along the coastline, half-submersible sailing, towards Anut District, a few hundred miles away.

Running wilder than the Mercedes-Benz G65, the dilapidated Chinese bus rolled all the way.

At noon, the Lord's Battleship arrived in the Anut district with China and Palestine.