Monster Factory

The three border inspectors had “checked” the two trucks behind them, and the young men and women, who had been scared by the gunfire, were grinding their bags on the ground.

Leave them alone, a bunch of frightened foreigners.

The lead border inspector waved and asked his men to pick up the eagle for dinner.

The eagle fell only twenty or thirty meters away, but when the border inspector ran over and dragged the eagle back.

The look on the face of the guy who picked up the eagle was as weird as picking up a dinosaur.

Brenda, the lead border inspector, just wanted to reprimand him, and when he saw the eagle his men were dragging, he was also stunned.

It's not an ordinary eagle.

Because it was shot in the abdomen, where there was a fist-sized breakage, no blood flowing out, but a dark smoke, and it emitted a scorching odor of short circuit electronics.

Falling from the air 200 meters high, the impact broke its wings and exposed the light bones of the grey metal inside.

“This… this… this…”

Brenda, the lead border inspector, pinned his finger on the weirdly colored eagle and stuffed his mouth like a transmitter without a channel.

He's freaked out. What the hell is this?

More than three border inspectors, cartoonists packing their bags beside them, also witnessed the details of the eagle.

Their minds seemed to be chaotic as the bullets flew into the sky.

Did they get into Transformers' world line?

If not, then why do you see a mechanical eagle in the Transformers on this troubled continent?

This is simply not realistic.

One of the cartoonists muttered to himself, “It's over. There won't be a Megatron calling with his men later...”

“Bullshit, the world line isn't messed up.” Qin Feizhuo, the boss of the studio, whispered.

His voice had just fallen, and the roar of the engine was hidden on the wide dirt road to the Nicaraguan side.

This is the buzzing mechanical roar of the V12 engine, which is above 5: 00.

Qin Feizhou, who loved automotive culture, immediately heard about the unmet automotive power ingredient.

Without disappointing him, a few seconds later, a black steel figure dragged in arrogant dust appeared in the sight of everyone at the border post.

It's a bloodthirsty G65 for men, and it's a six-wheel-drive long-distance version.

Qin Feizhou subconsciously rubbed his eyes. As far as he knew, even the bespoke brand "First Class" Busbo in Mercedes-Benz had only launched a six-wheel-drive half-box version. The one in front of you, not only has a slight change in appearance details, but also the one in the whole compartment, looks more steely and wild.

I don't know which master it came from.

People at the border checkpoint thought they'd met a European and American billionaire on a self-driving trip to Africa.

Three Land Rovers found four, a little further behind.

The G65 booming engine sounds overshadowed their movements, and when they all appeared in people's field of view, there was already a feeling of 10,000 horses penetrating and soot rolling on the wide dirt road in the eastern direction.

The three border inspectors were busy moving forward, waving their hands in a bit of a gloomy fashion.

Obviously, the owners of these luxury cars didn't dare offend easily, so they were going to let the four cars go on a walk.

The G65 stopped in front of three border inspectors amid a fierce roar of exhaust pipes.

The doors of the G65 have not been opened, and three other Land Rovers have been killed. The members of the cars seemed to be monsters, the cars had not stopped, the doors of several cars had opened simultaneously, and then more than a dozen men, wearing walking boots, dark black overalls and black short-sleeved vests, jumped out of the cars.

The three border inspectors were almost scared to sit on the floor, men dressed in a uniform height, muscles that were exposed to the sun were stronger than bison.

They wear sunglasses and have tactical waist seals wrapped around their waists.

The waist seal was filled with magazine clips, and three border inspectors, just wanting to report to their families, were pinned to their heads by a clean water SIG556 assault rifle.

On the African continent, where AK is prevalent, the 556 assault rifle is one step taller than the M416, and not less dazzling than the four luxury cars in front of it. Without a doubt, the men and horses in front of them are the lions on the meadow.

The cartoonists who had just slowed down God from AK gunpoint fell back into collective petrification.

It's over. Look at this war. It must be the legendary African warlord who killed without blinking an eye.

They dared not move because the cartoonists saw the luxurious men staring dead at the eagle in the hands of one of the border inspectors.

That look, hate can't eat people.

The cartoonists noticed the men, as did the cartoonists squatting on the ground.

Two sharpshooters just tried to lift their guns, and a pair of these cartoonists suddenly shocked their faces.

Yellow skin, black eyes. Is it Chinese?

Drop the gun and run to the Mercedes-Benz G65 and open the heavy bulletproof door.

“Reporting General, outside armaments have been disarmed.” The man who opened the door said something while clapping a military position.

The cartoonists held onto the G65 with a nervous eye and waited for the warlord to get out of the car, while waiting for the punishment to follow.

In their view, the best course of action for warlords is to be captured and paid a large ransom.

You've just escaped from the tiger's mouth and met the wolves again!

It's over, it's over.

A black crocodile leather boot stepped on the G65 pedal and snapped, as did the hearts of three border inspectors and more than a dozen cartoonists.

The leather shoes are topped with white trousers and a pencil tied with a black tie and a tuxedo suit. When the general showed up, the cartoonists couldn't help rubbing their eyes.

Is this a warlord?

How can it give people a sense of literacy and even a sense of being a butler?

General Moppe had long noticed the cartoonists squatting, got out of the car, and he hurried up to them and asked them in English, "Which Asian country are you from? ”

“Hua... Hua Xia.” A few people in English looked up carefully.

It was definitely Huaxia. Before General Mopu slipped back to Mercedes-Benz G65, in the eyes of the cartoonists, like a competent butler, he held one hand against the door and the other hand against the other.

One…

A young man of similar age was respectfully invited out by the general. Then all the men with guns turned their heads and saluted the young man.

The driver's seat and co-driver's door also opened automatically, and two cold-faced Huaxia men, one left and one right, were escorted in front of him.

Perhaps in the eyes of foreigners, yellow-skinned, dark-haired Asians have difficulty distinguishing between specific countries. Just as the Huaxians look at the Europeans, they're all the same, no De Fardaman Swedish.

But...

Huaxia may not see Japan and South Korea too well, can see his own compatriots, but there is a feeling of blood connections in the underworld.

So Ye Qing pulled up the car, and the cartoonists opened their mouths one by one to type O.

This scene is more shocking than when the inspector dragged a mechanical eagle back.

On the African continent, 10,000 miles away, on a savage meadow full of gunfire.

A young, unspeakable Huaxia is the leader of these apparently astonishing warlords?

“Wait ~” Why does Qin Feizhou think this young man is a little familiar, seems to have seen his picture somewhere?

The old township saw the two tears of the old township, not to mention at the gunpoint of a group of fierce men. Qin Feizhou quickly got up the nerve and set up a relationship with the compatriot who might decide their fate, "Are you… are you from Huaxia? ”

“Yes!” Ye Qing looked at the group unexpectedly, “You are...”

Some of the girls in the cartoonist burst into tears.

“Wu Wu ~”

The voices of several girls grieved, with a surprise for the rest of their lives after the robbery, "We were going to take a ride to the Anut district, and we had relatives working at the factory there. ”

“Who knows where the border gates are, the border inspectors say we carry diamonds. ”

“We… we wanted to prove ourselves, and as a result, these people took all of our valuable objects. ”

“Relatives working at the factory?” Ye Qing is even more surprised, "is that the factory where Giant Beast Industries is based? ”

“Yeah, yeah!” The cartoonists nodded.

“Well, I get it.” Ye Qing walked up to them and lifted up one of the girls. "Everyone get up first, let me handle this. ”

When they stood up, the cartoonists hugged each other and wept.

They were excited that this young hometown actually meant to help them make up their mind.

Ye Qing turned his head and looked at Mop, “General, you take care of this. ”

“Good Mr. Ye.” General Mopu, um, nodded, he's been waiting for this moment.

The next second, General Mopu's face changed dramatically and the venerable divine colour in his eyes disappeared, replacing it with a land, which was a killer.

He walked up and looked down at the three Thursday trembling border inspectors, sounding like the cold wind in Siberia.

“The eagle, who did it? ”

“Who stole the baggage of the noble guests? ”