While Chen Chen was studying the dimension of Elysium, Blacklight Biotechnology had begun to implement a new round of arrangements.
With so many things waiting to be done in Africa, Blacklight Biotechnology not only planned to build a thermal power station in Windhoek but also a new batch of factories in the industrial park of the Eco Science City.
Moreover, it was a military factory in cooperation with the Namibian government.
This would be the first private enterprise in Namibia to obtain military qualifications.
In addition to military, Chen Chen also built several new electronics factories and various machinery factories. The scale of this move attracted the attention of the world.
Since Namibia had just overcome the epidemic, many cases began to be investigated and held accountable. The prisoners who had escaped from prison were also arrested again.
For a time, prisons all over Namibia showed unprecedented enthusiasm.
On this day, in Windhoek, Namibia, the third batch of felons would be transferred to the "high-security" prison.
Due to the possibility of felons having accomplices or even a prison break, this transfer and transfer had to be carried out in secret.
At this time, one of the prison guards, Brad, gathered in front of the gate of Windhoek Prison. He was one of the prison guards who received the task of transferring felons.
At this time, there were five other prison guards and a captain-level prison guard with Brad at this time.
"On the way this time, everyone needs to be very, very careful and listen to instructions the whole time!"
The six of them stood in front of the gate of Windhoek Prison with their heads held high and chests puffed out. In front of the six of them was the stern-looking captain. He straightened his back and said loudly, "If these prisoners escape, your job is basically over, understand?"
"Understood!"
Everyone answered loudly.
"Very good, now everyone rest in place. After ten minutes, all the felons will be sent out. At that time, you won't have time to relax."
Hearing this, everyone squatted down, gathered together, and took out their cigarettes to smoke.
"Right, Captain."
Brad suddenly asked curiously, "Which high-security prison are these felons being transferred to this time? Is it Nanlovat Prison? "
"Why are you asking this?"
The captain glanced at Brad lightly. "It's best not to ask about these things. When we reach the destination, you'll naturally know."
Brad quickly lowered his head.
In fact, Brad had some doubts in his heart.
This was because Windhoek Prison was one of the high-security prisons and one of the best prisons in the country. As far as Brad knew, there was no prison in the entire country that was more secure than Windhoek Prison. The rest were at most of the same level.
So, where were they going to send these felons this time?
Brad was puzzled.
Ten minutes passed quickly. As the captain blew the whistle, everyone hurriedly stood up, patted their buttocks, and spat out the cigarette butts in their mouths at the same time. They stood in a row.
The gate of Windhoek Prison in front of them was also slowly opening.
After activating it, Brad's pupils suddenly shrank.
Because he actually saw nearly 50 prisoners standing in front of the prison gate. These prisoners were all wearing handcuffs and shackles, and their faces were numb.
"So many people?"
They could not help muttering to themselves. There were so many criminals being escorted by the six of them. Although they knew that Namibia had just overcome a crisis and was severely understaffed, was it not too much?
Even a young prison guard next to Brad, who had just been recruited, could not help but tremble a little when he saw the number of prisoners in this group.
It seemed that the captain did not expect the number of prisoners on this trip to be so large. He frowned slightly and looked at the prison guards and the chief who escorted these prisoners out. "Our trucks can't carry so many people."
"It's okay, we've provided vehicles to carry these prisoners here."
The chief on the other side waved his hand and then another truck was driven out. "Two trucks should be enough."
The captain reluctantly said, "You must provide some people, at least provide us with the drivers."
"Sure."
The other side nodded, and then the two sides began to drive the group of prisoners onto the two trucks together. Then, one of the trucks was driven by the captain himself. The remaining six people were divided into two groups, one group to take care of the prisoners in the first truck, and the other group to take care of the second truck.
After half an hour, the two trucks were finally loaded. Brad breathed a sigh of relief and looked at all the prisoners lying in the trucks and the three people on his side who were alone. He gently tightened the grip of the rifle in his hand.
If these prisoners had bad intentions, it would be very dangerous on his side.
However, he did not know what the higher-ups were thinking. Even if they were understaffed, they would not have sent so few people, right?
Unless it was some kind of secret mission, the kind that would be easily exposed if there were more people...
After thinking for a while, Brad suddenly heard the conversation between the captain and the chief opposite.
"You know the confidentiality of this mission, right?"
"I understand, I'll send the people to them."
"That's just one of the things. The important thing is, can these people keep the secret?"
"These people are the employees who are the most secretive."
"That's good..."
Brad heard the conversation between the two and subconsciously looked at the captain, only to see the captain looking back at him as if he had sensed something. Brad panicked and quickly lowered his head.
"Sure enough, there's another purpose for this operation..."
Brad took a deep breath and could not help but begin to guess who the "they" he just heard were.
Could it be those people in North America who secretly raised black slaves? No, impossible, Congress would not do this...
Could it be sold to the Angolan rebels? That should not be the case...
No matter how much Brad speculated, he could not figure out where these felons would be sold to.
As the truck slowly started, Brad found that the vehicle began to drive west.
Windhoek Prison itself was located in the northern suburbs of the city. It was noon this time. Although it was already midsummer, when the vehicle sped on the plains, it was still extremely cool. Even the stench formed by the many prisoners in the carriage had disappeared.
Under the cool breeze, many prisoners began to snore while lying down in the carriages.
Seeing this, Brad, who was originally vigilant of these prisoners' riots, slowly relaxed.
Namibia, which had just recovered from the Blacklight virus, was even more desolate than before. Brad stood on the carriage and looked out, but all he could see was the endless horizon in the distance. Occasionally, there were a few lonely quiver trees standing on the side of the road. Even after several rounds of cleaning, Brad could still occasionally see the existence of corpses in the corner.
Those were the villagers who died on the side of the road when the Blacklight virus broke out.
Brad sighed inwardly. It seemed that if this country wanted to rise, there was still a long way to go...
The vehicle kept moving forward for two hours, traveling about one hundred and forty kilometers, and had entered the area of Namib-Naukluft National Park. In about an hour's journey, they would arrive at the city of Walvis Bay by the sea.
Also, he heard that there was an international city built by a foreigner near Walvis Bay, called the Life City or Science City or something.
Brad thought to himself, it was a pity that he had never had the chance to go there.
However, at this time, the two trucks gradually came to a stop.
"Are we here?"
Brad and the other two prison guards perked up. They looked forward but saw that this place was still deserted. There was not even a village on the side of the road.
"Captain, why are we stopping here?"
Before Brad could ask, his colleague next to him poked his head out of the carriage and asked the driver's seat in front.
"The department we'll contact will be here soon."
However, to everyone's surprise, the captain answered like this.
"Contact here?"
Brad looked around blankly. "But there's no prison here."
However, before he finished speaking, he heard a series of clattering sounds coming from afar.
Everyone subconsciously looked toward the source of the sound and immediately saw on the road ahead, a mighty convoy quickly coming from afar.
In the convoy, Brad saw not only two armored vehicles and two trucks, but there was even a helicopter escort above the convoy!
Was that a military convoy?
Brad's eyes widened in shock, but he saw that the logo on these military vehicles was not the Namibian flag, but a dark black hole...
"No, that's not right, that's..."
"Blacklight Biotechnology...!"
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