The moon in Nigeria seemed to be particularly round tonight.
This may be the reason why Ye Qing was in a good mood and solved the most difficult technical problem in the virtual world without any effort.
Anyway, when Ye Qing launched the virtual world, he stood outside the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the night of Anut's capital city. He always felt that the white moon was smiling at him.
The silver moon hung high in the sky, and the white brilliance was not only shown to Ye Qing.
In the Anut Special District, everyone was bathed in this bright moon.
This included the group of cartoonists who were singing happily on the hotel terrace, as well as the workers who were fighting for rare earth metal minerals and enriched uranium minerals around the Sotu Rainforest.
The Sotu Rainforest was a subtropical rainforest full of rich primitive atmosphere.
This rainforest was located on the African grassland. The uncanny workmanship of nature had created a magical land with annual rainfall of more than 1,500 millimeters on this dry grassland.
Ancient trees that required dozens of people to wrap their arms around were everywhere. This place claimed to be an independent ecosystem, which was full of dense ground vegetation that made it difficult for people to move.
This was a forbidden zone for life.
On the grassland around the rainforest, dozens of tribes, large and small, had lived for generations.
But hundreds of years ago, the indigenous people of the local tribes knew that there was a group of "ghosts" living in the mountains around the rainforest.
No one could describe the specific appearance of the ghosts. The local indigenous people only knew that there were countless treasures in the rainforest. That place was filled with tempting and delicious fruits, as well as plump prey.
For hundreds of years, countless hunters in the surrounding tribes had wanted to conquer it.
What they left behind was mostly an experience that made people sigh and lament that they never returned from.
The ignorant indigenous people thought that there were ghosts that ate people living there, and even the most powerful hunters in the tribe could not conquer the rich rainforest.
Monster Industries told them with the power of modern science and technology.
There were no ghosts there.
There were only high-purity calcium-uranium-mica contained in the surrounding mountains.
…
Calcium-Uranium-Mica was the main mineral extracted from uranium-235.
In order to mine these uranium ores, Monster Industries deliberately built a uranium mining factory with the ability to enrich uranium-235 to more than 90% behind the Sotu Rainforest. They also used the enriched uranium as an energy source and set up a thermal nuclear power plant composed of ultra-supercritical power generators in the factory.
When General Backler was escorted to the uranium mine by the banshee flying machine, it was a moonless night.
"Where is this?"
"Let go of me!"
"Do you know who I am? You bunch of robbers and foreigners. Do you believe that my army will flatten this place the next day?"
General Buckler was restrained by two foreign men who were stronger than rhinoceroses. Although he couldn't struggle and escape, he could vent his anger with his mouth.
If looks could kill, the two foreign men beside him would have been pierced by thousands of arrows.
He was the king of the grasslands in the western part of the Tagana Kingdom. He had five thousand soldiers under his command, seven towns, and hundreds of villages under his rule. Just because he didn't agree with a few words with a foreign young man, he was tied up and brought to a mysterious factory built with high concrete walls.
On what basis?
He couldn't accept it.
Even if the mysterious flying machine he was on landed in a sci-fi style factory that he hadn't seen even two years ago when he traveled to the United States, he still couldn't accept it.
General Buckler cursed all the way until he was escorted to the door of a square concrete building by the two foreign men.
It was a door made of silver metal. When the door opened and General Buckler was kicked in, his cursing came to an abrupt end.
He was dumbfounded. Inside the metal door were four bunk beds that could only be seen in the military camp. Now, in the four bunk beds, seven heads poked out from under the gray blankets and stared at him without saying a word.
Seven blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreigners?
General Buckler's mind was filled with fog. What did that Hua Xia young man want to do? Wasn't this factory run by Hua Xia people? Why were there seven foreigners from Europe and the United States?
The metal door behind him closed with a clang. At the same time, General Buckler was locked in a sealed building made of question marks.
He stood at the door like a wooden stake. On his charcoal-like face, a pair of snow-white eyes rolled up and down as he sized up this place.
Four bunk beds.
In the corner, there was a bathroom without any partitions. Opposite it was a stainless steel sink. Next to the sink were seven metal cups neatly placed with toothbrushes and toothpaste. Seven towels hung from the cups.
When General Buckler looked at the wall at the door, he saw a row of metal cabinets. Under the cabinets were seven pairs of work shoes covered in mud neatly placed.
"Who are you?
What do you want to do by locking me up here? "
General Buckler's face was filled with anger. He used his native language to reprimand his subordinates as he questioned these foreigners.
These seven foreigners all looked malnourished. They were wearing cheap work clothes and shabby daily necessities were placed around them. When they saw the two Hua Xia people who had just escorted them, they were as obedient and docile as mice when they saw a cat.
How could General Buckler, who had an army of five thousand and was the tyrant of this land, be nice to these foreigners who were exactly the same as the coolies in the diamond mine?
His condescending question made the seven foreigners whisper to each other. Then, a foreigner who was sleeping on the lower bunk near the door lifted his blanket and sat up.
"Newbie, state your name and your unit."
This person spoke English.
General Buckler's education level wasn't high. He could only understand the simplest common words in English. So he turned his head and said in the local language, "I don't understand."
"Newbie, state your name and your unit." The foreigner who asked the question frowned and switched to Chinese.
General Buckler could tell that it was Chinese. After all, not long ago, he had a verbal conflict with a young Hua Xia person.
Of course, being able to tell didn't mean that he could understand.
"Newbie, state your name and …"
This time, it was Arabic.
General Buckler's snow-white eyes widened. He thought to himself, Is this foreigner for real? He can speak three languages?
"Newbie, state your …"
One of the foreigners on the top bunk sat up and asked in Portuguese.
"Newbie …"
Someone asked in German.
"Newbie …"
Someone asked in Zulu.
"Newbie …"
Seeing General Buckler standing there stupidly like a turkey, someone else asked in French.
This time, General Buckler could finally understand.
Flipping open the land of Africa, it was a bloody history of European colonization.
Among them, France left the deepest mark on this land. On the African continent, as many as 31 African countries used French as their first language. In African upper-class society, those who couldn't master French would only be regarded as uneducated nouveau riche.
Of course, General Buckler knew French. But at this time, he had already retreated to the side of the iron door with a face full of fear.
Who were these people? Just two people asked and they skillfully switched to seven or eight foreign languages.
In Africa, this kind of talent would at least be able to get the status of a diplomat.
Buckler hesitated and said in French, "My … my name is Buckler. My position is general."
"General position?"
"May I ask which country you serve?" The foreigner sitting in the lower bunk at the door suddenly stood up and saluted with a serious face. "I am Lieutenant Colonel Armitage of the first battalion of the 75th Ranger Regiment under the U.S. Special Command."
As soon as his voice fell, another person in the upper bunk inside sat up and saluted, "Hello, General."
"I am a Lieutenant Colonel pilot of the U.S. Air Force Patterson Air Force Base."
"Hello, General, I am a senior engineer of Lockheed Aerospace."
"Hello, General, I am …"
The seven foreigners in the dormitory, one by one, saluted Buckler and introduced themselves.
Buckler introduced himself in French as General.
The seven foreigners didn't have the slightest doubt because the people who could be locked up by Monster Industries to mine here were either Air Force ace pilots, Special Forces commanders, or senior engineers famous in the aerospace industry.
Now there was one more general, which was not surprising at all.
They were all Americans, and their identities had been explained to the managers here early on.
The black man in front of them still maintained an arrogant attitude when he entered the door. They took it for granted that he had a high position and power.
Otherwise, why would he be escorted in by two managers alone?
Wait ~
After the seven foreigners finished their introductions, they suddenly looked at Buckler with some inexplicable confusion.
Why did the general's legs begin to tremble and cold sweat on his forehead?
"You … you." General Buckler seemed to have severe Alzheimer's. His teeth chattered up and down. "What are you talking about?"
"How could you be a Lieutenant Colonel and a Major of the United States?"
"The United States is the most powerful country in the world. What nonsense are you talking about?"
We are not talking nonsense. The seven foreigners huddled together for warmth looked at each other.
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