Monster Factory

The moon in Nicaragua seems extraordinarily round tonight.

This is probably because Ye Qing is in a good mood and doesn't need to blow ash to overcome the most difficult technical problems in the virtual world.

Anyway, when Ye Qing launched the virtual world, when standing outside the floor window overlooking the city of Anut capital, he always felt the white moon, smiling at himself.

The silver moon hangs at high altitude, and the white glow is not only exposed to Ye Qing alone.

In Anut district, everyone is bathed under this moon.

These include cartoonists singing on the terrace of the hotel, as well as workers struggling around the Soto rainforest for rare earth metal minerals and uranium minerals.

Soto Rainforest is a subtropical rainforest full of rich, pristine aromas.

This rainforest is situated on the African grasslands, where nature's ghost axe artificially was born hard on this dry grassland, creating a magical place with rainfall of more than 1,500 millimetres a year.

There are dozens of ancient trees all over the place, calling themselves a stand-alone ecosystem, filled with dense ground vegetation that can be challenging.

This is a restricted area of life.

On the grasslands surrounding the rainforest, generations live dozens of tribes large and small.

But hundreds of years ago, the indigenous people of the local tribe knew that there was a group of ghosts living in the mountains surrounding the rainforest.

No one can describe the exact appearance of the ghosts, and the indigenous people know that there are countless treasures in that rainforest. It's full of delicious fruits, and it's full of fat prey.

For centuries, there have been countless hunters in the surrounding tribes trying to conquer it.

The vast majority of what they left behind was nothing but a humiliating experience.

Ignorant indigenous people believe that there are ghosts living there, and even the most powerful hunters of the tribe cannot conquer the rich rainforest.

Giant Beast Industries uses modern technology to tell them.

There are no ghosts there.

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

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Calcium Uranium Mica is the main mineral extraction of U-235.

In order to exploit these uranium mines, the megaveterinary industry deliberately set up a uranium mining plant with the capacity to enrich uranium-235 to over 90 per cent behind the Soto rainforest, using these enriched uranium as an energy source, and a thermonuclear power plant consisting of super-supercritical generator units was set up in the plant.

When General Bakler was escorted to the uranium mining plant by a witch aircraft, it happened to be the night of the moonland.

“Where am I? ”

“Let me go. ”

“Do you know who I am, you bandits, foreigners, believe it or not, the next day my army will be able to bring people to the ground? ”

General Bakler was held in his arms by two foreign fierce men stronger than rhinos, who, although unable to struggle to escape, could use his mouth to vent his anger.

If the eyes could kill, the two foreign fierce men beside him would surely be pierced by 10,000 arrows.

He is the king of grasslands on the western part of the country of Tagana, with 5,000 male soldiers, ruling seven towns and hundreds of villages. Just because you don't speculate with a foreign young man, you're tied up in a mysterious factory built entirely of concrete walls?

For what reason?

He is not satisfied.

Even the mysterious aircraft he was flying landed in a sci-fi style that he had never seen in a factory with a similar tech building before, even when he traveled to the United States two years ago.

General Bakler scolded until he was taken by two foreign fierce men into the doorway of a quadripartite mixed-earth building.

It was a door made of silver metal, and when the door opened and General Bakler was kicked in with one foot, his curse stopped.

He was a fool, and inside the metal door were four bunks that could only be seen in the barracks. Now in four bunk beds, seven heads came out of the gray nest and stared at him without a word.

Seven blonde, blue-eyed foreigners?

General Bakler's head is full of clouds and fog. What does that young Chinese man want? This factory is not run by Chinese people. How can there be foreign nationals from seven European and American countries?

At the same time as the iron door closed behind him, General Bakler was locked in a sealed building consisting entirely of question marks.

He stood at the door like a wooden stake, on a black charcoal-like face, with a pair of snow-white eyes rolling up and down to measure here.

Four bunk beds.

A bathroom with no spacing at the corner of the wall, a stainless steel pool opposite, and seven iron cups neatly placed next to the pool with toothbrush toothpaste and seven towels hanging from the cup.

As he looked at the wall at the door, General Bakler saw a row of iron leather cabinets neatly placed under them with seven pairs of earthy workwear shoes.

“Who are you? ”

“What are you trying to do with me in here? ”

General Bakler was angry and reprimanded his men for questioning the famous foreigner in his native language.

The seven foreigners, a dish with malnutrition on its face, dressed in inexpensive work clothes, surrounded by cold and sour daily necessities, saw the two Chinese who had just escorted themselves, just as the mouse saw the cat.

Five thousand men in the army, the king of this land, General Bakler, how can you give these foreigners the same face as the mining effort in the mine?

He asked the seven foreigners, turning their ears together, and then a foreigner, sleeping under the door, lifted his quilt and sat up.

“Newcomer, report your name and affiliation. ”

This man speaks English.

General Bakler is not well educated and English only understands some of the simplest common terms. So he twisted his head and said in local terms, “I don't understand. ”

“Newbie, report your name and affiliation.” The foreigner who asked frowned and changed to Chinese.

General Bakler was able to distinguish this from Chinese, after all he had a verbal conflict with a young man in Huaxia only a short time ago.

Of course he can tell, doesn't mean he understands.

“Newbie, report your name and...”

This time, it's Arabic.

General Backler's snow white eyeball boss thinks this foreigner's hard work is fucking fake, can speak the Three Kingdoms language?

“Newbie, report to you...”

A foreigner sleeping on the upper bunk sat up and asked questions in Portuguese.

“Newbie...”

Some people ask questions in German.

“Newbie…”

Questions were asked in Zulu.

“Newbie…”

Seeing General Bakler standing there like a turkey, someone questioning him in French.

This time General Bakler finally understood.

Turning over the African earth is a history of tears of blood that Europe has been constantly colonizing.

This, in turn, has the deepest mark on the land left by France, with as many as thirty-one African countries using French as their first language on the African road. In upper-class societies in Africa, the lack of proficiency in French can only be regarded as an illiterate indigenous outbreak.

General Bakler, of course, spoke French, but by this time he had retreated to the Iron Gate with panic.

Who are these people? Only two people ask questions and are proficient in seven or eight foreign languages.

This kind of talent is on African soil, and it can be the first to mix the identities of diplomats.

Bachler hesitated to say in French: "My name is Bachler, and my position is general. ”

“General's position? ”

“In which country do you serve?” The foreigner sitting at the bottom of the door suddenly stood up and saluted with seriousness: "I am Armitic, the battle commander of the 75th Ranger Regiment, 1st Battalion, under the United States Special Command. ”

His voice had just fallen, and another upstairs man made a salute: "Hello General. ”

“I am Lieutenant Colonel 1 pilot of the United States Air Force Patterson Air Force Base. ”

“Hello General, I am a Senior Engineer at Lockheed Aerospace Company. ”

“Hello General, I am…”

Seven foreigners in the dormitory, one by one or sitting or standing, saluted Bakle and presented their identities.

Buckler introduced himself in French as a general.

The seven foreigners had no doubt, because those who could be held here by the giant animal industry were either Air Force ace pilots, special forces commanders or high-ranking engineers known in the space aviation industry.

Now there is an extra general, not surprisingly.

They are all Americans, and their identities have long been clear to the managers here.

The nigger who was still arrogant in front of the door took for granted that his official was highly weighted.

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

Wai ~

After introducing each of the seven foreigners, suddenly some mysterious gaze at Bachler.

Why did the general start shaking his legs and sweating cold on his forehead?

“You... you.” General Buckler is like suffering from severe senile dementia, his teeth trembling up and down, "what are you talking about? ”

“How can you be Lieutenant Colonel and Major of America? ”

“America is the most powerful country in the world, what are you talking about? ”

We're not talking nonsense. Seven hugs of warm foreigners look at each other.

Lieutenant Colonel, what's so strange about the fact that even the director and brigadier general of the social security bureau are planted in the hands of the giant animal industry, a worthless rank in the school ranks?