The world must be crazy.
Or I'm crazy.
Buckler thought so.
The tactical commander of the Ranger Regiment in the lower bunk stepped forward with a sympathetic face. "By the way, General, which country do you work in?"
Buckler said hesitantly. It was the country of Tagana.
He said he was a general, but in fact, he was flattering himself. He was just a warlord in Tagana, with thousands of soldiers under him, all indigenous soldiers who had not even received formal military training.
"Tagana?" The tactical commander of the Ranger Regiment was confused. What country was that? He had never heard of it.
He looked at his companions behind him in confusion, and they also shook their heads.
"Just … just next to Nigeria."
"Law Carving ~"
Seven elites from the U.S. military and the aviation industry immediately cursed in a low voice.
Damn it, they just thought that to be imprisoned here by the Monster Industries, he had to be a military commander who could take charge of a certain country at the very least. This black guy introduced himself as a general, and they thought he had to be at least a general with real power in the semi-developed country of South Africa to be worthy of being an enemy of the Monster Industries.
They didn't expect him to be a wild general in a small primitive country whose name they had never even heard of.
They had at least killed a stack of this kind of trash in the course of their missions.
It seemed that they were really frightened by the Monster Industries, and even their vigilance and courage, tempered by their expeditions all over the world in the past, were gradually disappearing.
There were eight beds in the dormitory, and one was still empty at this time.
Seeing that Buckler wanted to get closer to that bed, the tactical commander of the Ranger Regiment, Armitage, immediately pulled a long face. "Newcomer, please go to sleep next to the toilet."
"Do you have the guts to say that again?" Buckler suddenly stared at Armitage.
No one dared to talk to him like that.
In Africa, except for that young man, the last person who dared to talk to him like that had already paid the price of death.
As a warlord in Africa, cultural level was not important.
The important thing was to have an aura that would rather die than lose, so that you could stand out from a group of hyenas. So Buckler was angry at this time, and he was ready to wait for this guy to dare to say something to him, then he would clench his fist and let him know who was the boss in this land.
Commander Armitage's method of resolving the conflict was extremely simple. He kicked Buckler's head with a whip kick.
The latter fell straight down like a wooden stake and was dragged to the edge of the toilet like a dead dog.
The next day.
When Buckler was awoken by a splash of cold water, the first thing he saw was two members of the Ranger Special Forces looking down at him with their arms crossed.
The lights were still on in the dormitory.
Buckler squinted his swollen eyes at the bars on the wall, just in time to see the bright moonlight spilling over them.
"Get up and wash our clothes." Commander Armitage kicked Buckler who was playing dead on the ground.
"Either you kill me, or I'll kill you in the future." Buckler's swollen eyes kept spitting out a vicious gaze. "I, Buckler, have never bowed my head to anyone in my life. Don't even think about becoming your president, let alone a bunch of prisoners like you."
Commander Armitage slapped him twice with both hands. Clang! Clang! Clang!
After slapping him, Armitage and the other special forces member sneered. "Dead?"
"Now that you're in here, a quick death is a luxury."
"Don't worry, in the years to come, you'll have plenty of chances to kill me."
"But I'm telling you now, you'll soon realize that your blind courage today will disappear with the wind like your lost freedom."
"You have the chance, but you don't have the courage."
Buckler's head was spinning, but the two slaps woke him up completely. When he heard that this foreigner dared to question his courage, the evil fire in his heart rose and burned his eyebrows. He turned his hand and grabbed the leg of his trousers, ready to bite him.
Commander Armitage kicked him away like a sack of flour. There was no anger on his face, instead, a strange smile appeared on his face.
The smile was like the smile of someone who had found a fun toy.
The few people who were watching the show also had a happy smile on their faces.
"Naomi." Armitage shouted behind him, and a young man with stubble hair stood out.
"I'll leave this toy to you." Armitage pointed at the unlucky guy who was curled up on the ground and ordered, "Use what you learned in the two years you worked in Guantanamo on this general."
"I'll give you half a month to turn him into a qualified servant."
"Yes, sir."
When the sky had just begun to brighten.
A short whistle sounded from the speakers in the dorm.
The seven foreigners who had just finished washing up shivered. They quickly stopped smiling and ran out of the dorm with an obedient expression.
Even Buckler was dragged out by someone.
Outside the dormitory, a Monster Laborer was carrying a pot of Mantou and a pot of thick oil. In the pot, there was a large piece of fatty meat with skin and a whole cabbage stew.
"God, meat?"
Looking at the fatty meat that was thicker than a finger, the seven foreigners wanted to soak their eyes in the oily soup.
…
Anut had just ushered in the sunrise. At this time, in Zhongyun City, thousands of miles away, it was still dark.
The sky was drizzling, and the rain sprinkled in the Longxitan factory. It was like covering the brightly lit factory with a layer of fine white sand.
A dark, fully-sealed giant ship like a giant whale was quietly lying in a huge dock connected to the sea.
This was the Humpback Whale nuclear-powered transport ship.
Now the four doors of the Humpback Whale were all open. The gantry crane at the top of the dock was lifting an orange-yellow painted Mechanical Colossus Type X to the cargo hold. There were seven huge steel figures exactly the same as it in the cargo area next to it.
In the underground base under the barren mountain in the middle of the Longxitan factory, there were more than 50 Master Metal Experts and Master Craftsmen gathered inside.
In front of the monster workers, there were six silver-white metal containers with a diameter of three meters and a height of five meters.
These were all made of high-cemented carbide materials, and after the free forging machine with a forging pressure of 50,000 tons, they were drawn at high temperature on the round anvil workbench and then forged into rough billets.
Overnight, the monster workers forged the rough billets of six [Diamond Resonance Separation Equipment] ore containers in the underground base.
Behind them, the four-column free forging machine with a height of nearly 30 meters was still forging rough billets.
As the hammer of the free forging machine slowly pressed down, the fiery red alloy billets fixed on the round anvil workbench immediately sank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
With the splashing of the fire rain, there was a dull vibration that made people's hearts beat violently.
To forge an ore storage container that could work for a long time under a resonance frequency of 1/2 and a resonance frequency of less than 1,000 per second, the monster workers had to forge a super-strong alloy steel with a surface hardness of 7, a yield resistance of more than 1,500 MPa, and a tensile strength of more than 2,000 MPa.
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