Monster Factory

General Mopu, whose belly was filled with anger at the command centre after hearing that the mission had something to do with General Cyril, smiled.

See, the retribution came so fast.

Yesterday, the United States had just erected him as an evil rebel, and then supported a warlord to destroy him.

We had a good show today.

Behind the scenes, Big Boss Giant Beast Industries has also released a new mission.

- The warlord held up by the United States will not see the sun tomorrow.

The United States wants to destroy General Mopu.

Now the Beast Industries are going to destroy General Cyril.

Those two generals, who dies and who lives?

When he calmed down, General Mopu said with all due concern, "I would love for him not to see the sun tomorrow, too. ”

“But General Cyril must be hiding like me now, even surrounded by a group of ‘military advisers' sent by the United States. ”

The thought of those “military advisers” who could dive into the capital city and the ghosts could not realise that all the power of the presidential palace had been washed away, General Mopu always had a chilling feeling in his pants.

Metallist turns back strangely, "Hide it, we won't look? ”

“How?” General Mopu is equally strange.

“And guess what, the Americans can find you? ”

General Mopu was choked by his words, but after careful analysis, he felt that the Americans would definitely find themselves.

The logic is simple: they have the ability to infiltrate and kidnap his two subordinates. How come you didn't leave any surveillance around his house?

Even buying a few locals will give you an idea of his whereabouts. After all, when he opened his escape route yesterday, he brought more than 200 escort personnel with him, shattering dozens of convoys.

“But we didn't know General Cyril would jump out, and we didn't set up scouts first. ”

“As long as he's still hiding in the old nest in the Vukari area, he'll jump out again. ”

General Mopu returned to the command centre with full suspicion.

After removing a Cohiba cigar from the wooden box next to the couch and skilfully cutting off his tail, General Mopu trapped himself in the couch and swallowed the cloud with mist.

The cigar in his hand is the best cigar brand in the world. Hundreds of years ago, Cuban wizards were said to be able to rely on tobacco to communicate with spirits. In modern times, some people may have smoked fake cigars, imagining a sip of Cohiba, a fragrant and mysterious smoke that would make them feel like kings of the world.

They're afraid they're smoking big.

General Mopu used to be unable to smoke Gao Heba, and now he can, I think that's the same thing.

But when you think about a problem, clicking on one does make you more committed.

In the smoke, General Mopu was wondering if he wanted to do something.

Even a clay man has three-pointers of fire, not to mention General Mopu, who has been in power for years?

The Americans spilled a pot of dirty water on themselves without a sound, and let the diplomatic service announce that they were to be brought to justice.

Of course he couldn't stand it, or, after some escape, after coming to the command center of the security booth.

You have to make your own voice.

To think of it, General Moppe stood up on the couch, "Somebody, get ready to write a speech, and I'm going to let the Americans, and the Americans, know how I, General Moppe, have the noble character not to be afraid of the threat of power. ”

The command centre has an advanced and well-developed communications network, and the officials of the capital city do not dare to completely offend General Mopu now.

Messages were sent out in clear code waves.

Radio remains the most stable mode of contact in Nicaragua, where communications are extremely poor.

Soon, official institutions and warlords, large and small, throughout Nicaragua, even from several surrounding countries, received this announcement from General Mopu.

……

Vukari area, not far from the capital city.

In some hidden stronghold in the city, General Cyril and a group of subordinates were watching the announcement that General Mopu had just sent.

For the whole of Nicaragua:

Me; Mop…, the ninth generation descendant of Anut hereditary chief, the Karubultine Mop family.

Together with the people of Nicaragua, we live in a land of common roots and happiness, despite poverty. Since we were legally colonized during the First World War, we have suffered and have been displaced from our country.

Our ancestors fought hard, God bless, and we are the owners of this land again.

As a result of my joint efforts with the people of Anut District, Anut District today has become one of the most dazzling pearls on the coast of the Gulf of West Africa as a whole. We have emerged from hunger, we have fought disease, and we have created enviable and wonderful lives with our hands.

But...

America's power has targeted us.

They bully us and want to usurp the precious mineral wealth that belongs to us in the Anut region, and to Nicaragua as a whole.

The former president, those powerful delegates from the United States, was lazy about even the cheapest shame. And what's even more ridiculous is that we pushed this all over my Moop's head.

Under power, Mope can only tolerate silence.

But under power, there are people willing to be hyenas of the United States, spying on the throne of the President, and bringing Nicaragua back into a bitter war.

I, Moop, do not want to see this scene, let alone someone colluding with power to destroy the happy lives of the Nicaraguan people.

So I stood up.

I'm willing to fight hyenas.

I am willing to fight against power, and I am willing to defend myself against an enemy that seems mighty enough to be like a god.

Me; Anut Region, the ninth generation descendant of the hereditary chief, the Karubultin Moop family.

We hereby make a solemn announcement to General Cyril, and to the Powers who, in association with General Cyril, want to contaminate our wonderful land.

Come on, man!

I'm right behind the rich Soto rainforest.

Me and my elite warriors are waiting for you here.

Tremble!

General Cyril, my elite warrior, will pierce your filthy soul with spears.

……

After reading the announcement, General Cyril laughed unrestrained.

After reading the notice, he laughed at the same people.

“Our General Moppe must be insane. He attached his hiding place to the notice?” General Cyril's smile brought some grudge, "I had also guessed he was going to flee to sea, and now he seems more foolish than I thought. ”

General Cyril was just a piece of chess supported by tactical commander Maddix, who had no idea what was going on in General Mopu's hiding place.

The right has blown his mind.

In his limited knowledge, he believed that all the rights and wealth he had ever dreamed of could be gained if he stayed close behind tactical commander Maddix and the American power he represented.

Instead, tightness is a worthless morality and shame.

Now, Mope, who is about to be exterminated, instead of fleeing, dares to jump out and challenge him to penetrate his noble soul with a spear?

You don't know anything about the mighty power from America!

To think of it, he quickly shrunk his smile and changed his slightly humble face, turning to the last two silent "advisors”.

Both consultants had white faces, and although they wore only ordinary camouflage clothes, their eyes, and their immovable bodies, revealed a height like that of a "god”.

“Mr. Bronson, General Mopu has revealed his hiding place. ”

“You see…"

“Shall we preempt Lord Maddix, the tactical commander, to send a commando force to destroy him? ”

“I promise, just destroy General Mopu and his men. That whole Anut area, there's no more power to stop me. ”

The white man summoned as Mr. Bronson did not seem to have heard his voice until General Cyril could not help but turn his head slowly when he wanted to repeat the words again.

“Hehe ~”

Bronson sneered as if laughing at a foolish boar.

“If I were you, I wouldn't stand here ridiculing ignorance after seeing this notice. ”

“Don't make everyone as stupid as you think, General Moppe told him where he was hiding, do you really think a single commando team could take him down? ”

“On the contrary, it is time for you to worry. ”

“Because I have a feeling that the ‘spear’ that runs through your soul is already on the way. ”