A few hours later, in the western port of the Anut District.
Compared to the busy past, this multi-functional comprehensive port, which was invested and built by Monster Industries and General Maups, had become abnormally desolate because of the recent treacherous situation.
The Anut District was located on the edge of the Gulf of Guinea, which was the only way for the Atlantic coastal route.
Since the construction of this modern comprehensive port in the barren Anut District, many liners and cargo ships liked to replenish oil and living resources at this port.
Monster Industries and other companies that invested and built factories here also relied on this port to transport large amounts of raw materials.
But ever since the Anut District was targeted by the world's most powerful country, even General Maups was so scared that he hid in the bunker and didn't dare to come out.
Some international shipping companies on this route deliberately began to avoid this port.
Most of them didn't know that the origin of all these contradictions actually came from Monster Industries.
Occasionally, shipping companies that could see clues from a series of commercial sanctions against Monster Industries in the United States could only secretly complain that the United States was too long and too broad, causing their shipping business to suffer.
At six o 'clock in the evening, the originally desolate port suddenly became a sentry every five steps and a guard every ten steps. Traffic and road control were controlled, and all the staff in the port were advised to leave.
The armed patrol boat sent by General Maups returned triumphantly.
In front of the patrol boats that could withstand the attack of light weapons, the sailors who only rode on inflatable life rafts were "invited" onto the boats without any resistance.
They cooperated on the surface, but they were so proud that they didn't care.
Hmph ~
They figured that this group of people wouldn't dare to do anything to them. They captured them because they wanted to use them as bargaining chips in exchange for the Pentagon to give up on military operations against them.
They must be well served, and they didn't dare to neglect them. It wouldn't be long before they regained their freedom.
With this thought in mind, led by the highest-ranking Captain Carol and the two submarine commanders, they held their heads high. Even if their bodies were soaked in seawater, they had to maintain their pride.
Then they were stuffed into the container truck one by one …
It wasn't a bumpy journey, but it was dark in the carriage, and dozens of people were squeezed into one car. There was a sense of humiliation as if they were livestock.
A few hours later, the car arrived at the destination. They thought there would be clean clothes and hot food.
In the end, they were chased into a camp surrounded by high walls. The houses made of concrete only had simple bunk beds. Not to mention food and drink, there was not even a blanket.
Perhaps it was because five to six hundred people had been stuffed in at once, but the originally spacious camp with high walls suddenly became crowded. There were not enough beds to go around.
In contrast, other than the watchtowers set up at the four corners of the camp and the tightly shut double steel gates, there were no extra guards.
At the same time, they also noticed that in the other houses, there were faint shadows reflected on the windows.
？？？
Are there other people here?
The same barracks, the same temporary loss of freedom.
Captain Carroll winked at his colleagues, indicating that they should visit the 'senior' and ask for more information about this place.
Seeing the officers leave, the rest of the crew followed them to the sandstone courtyard.
Perhaps the seniors had similar thoughts. Before Captain Carroll paid them a visit, they met in the courtyard.
However, compared to the strong and well-nourished Captain Carroll and the ship's crew, these seniors' mental states were a little 'sloppy'.
They were all wearing the same dark green work clothes, but their clothes had been starched to the point that they were white.
The mental state on their faces wasn't much better. All of them were thin, and their faces were emaciated. They looked at Captain Carroll and the others with numb eyes.
What surprised Captain Carroll and the others was that many of these seniors were familiar faces from the United States of America.
Another small group of people had dark skin. They looked very similar to the group of people who had escorted them. They were probably natives here.
They had a lot of people on their side, and they didn't change into those rustic work clothes. Captain Carroll, who was new here, couldn't help but show some arrogance when interacting with them.
"Buddy, do you know where this is? And where can we find food? We haven't eaten or drunk for more than ten hours." Captain Carroll deliberately shrugged his shoulders. Under the light, the people around him could clearly see the epaulets on his tan navy uniform.
Three golden bars and a star.
This was the epaulet of a lieutenant colonel.
There was no flattery as expected. Instead, the seniors looked at him as if they were looking at a stupid bird...
The scene was a little awkward.
The two seniors who were obviously the leaders ignored him. Instead, a thin man standing behind them looked up. "This is a mining area."
"Food?" Someone else spoke up. That person said with a fake smile, "There's a tap next to the toilet. If you're hungry, go drink water. If you're full, you'll have potatoes to eat tomorrow."
"Don't think about food when you're here. If you don't finish your work tomorrow, you won't even have water to drink."
"Work?" The submarine commander, Brindle, asked inexplicably, "What work? Have you been locked up until now? As American citizens, you don't even have the courage to resist?"
"Not counting you cowards, there are more than five hundred of us. If you don't dare to resist, then follow behind us obediently tomorrow."
The reply to the submarine commander was a sneer from the seniors.
If numbers were f * cking useful, you bunch of stupid birds wouldn't have been locked up here.
"I advise you to obediently listen to the whistle tomorrow morning and gather. Then, you'll follow us to mine." Armitage, who was the first to be locked up here, saw that they were all fellow countrymen and dispiritedly advised, "Compared to us, you guys are already considered lucky."
"Do you know what kind of mine we were mining before?"
"Uranium mine. We dug so hard that we lost a bunch of hair."
"Now, we're starting to dig for diamonds. It's a little tough, but at least we won't lose hair."
Captain Carroll had not changed his identity yet. He somewhat arrogantly rejected the other party's good intentions. "That's your business."
"My colleagues and I are from the Fifth Fleet. We have the commander and all the members of the large surface combat ship here, as well as the commanders and all the members of the two attack submarines."
Even if we temporarily lose our freedom, we can't lose the spirit of resistance that is branded in our blood. "
"I won't agree to mine. More than five hundred of my colleagues behind me won't agree either."
"Believe it or not, in a few days, the Pentagon will negotiate with us to get out of here. If you civilians want to go out, then listen to the command obediently. "
The seniors' sneers turned into mockery.
Civilians?
This group of people who only knew how to hide in the shell of the ship and release missiles said they were civilians?
Armitage kicked the black man behind him and said mockingly, "Number 8, introduce us to these fellows who are still living in dreams."
Number 8 was the self-proclaimed King of the Prairie, Buckler.
Buckler was locked up here because he attacked a group of young Hua Xia tourists. In the past six months, he had been taught a lesson by these seniors. He transformed from the King of the Prairie to an obedient servant.
When he heard the order, he quickly went up and introduced in broken English, "The one who spoke to you is our boss. He is the Lieutenant Colonel of the first battalion of the 75th Cavalry Regiment under the UA Special Command, Mr. Armitage."
Cavalry Regiment … Regiment, Lieutenant Colonel meant … Commander?
In their battle sequence, the Cavalry Regiment with the title of Heart Bayonet was the most terrifying to the enemy?
"This is the ace Lieutenant Colonel pilot of the Patterson Air Force Base."
Ace … Ace pilot?
"This is the senior engineer of the Lockheed Aerospace Company."
"And this is …"
Every time Buckler introduced someone, Captain Carroll and the crew behind him became more shocked. After the introductions, the group of newcomers was already dumbfounded and speechless.
These guys with numb expressions who looked like refugees, why … were each more elite than the other and had a higher position than the other?
"Then … Then who are you?"
"Me?" Buckler, who once had 5,000 soldiers under his command and controlled seven towns and hundreds of villages and tribes, said expressionlessly, "You don't need to know who I am. Just work with me tomorrow."
Captain Carroll was full of questions at this moment, but just as he asked, a whistle suddenly came from the other side of the wall.
Hearing the whistle, these seniors who were originally mocking and disdainful actually dispersed with a whoosh.
They quickly went back to their barracks. In less than ten seconds, they even turned off the lights, leaving a dark mass of confused figures in the yard.
The whistle sounded again.
Captain Carroll and the crew were provoked by this ear-piercing whistle.
They were already unlucky enough today, and now they were cold and hungry at night.
They just didn't dare resist the armed men with assault rifles and RPGs.
Now, no one knew where that group of people had run off to. Only less than ten expressionless Chinese guards were left behind.
They were tall and strong, just like O 'Neal the Great Shark. But as long as more than 500 people were united, would they be afraid of them?
When they saw six guards with long sticks slowly walking toward them in a row, Captain Carroll and the crew were even more confident in their rebellion.
It would be fine if they had assault rifles, but with sticks, how much did they look down on the strong sailors who had been training all year round and the marines who could fight against ten people each?
The peon in charge of guarding walked to the front of the crowd expressionlessly.
He swung the stick, and the unconvinced voices in front turned into screams.
Captain Carroll clenched his fists and rushed up, only to be knocked to the ground by the stick. He hugged his leg and wailed loudly.
Then, screams rose one after another.
The peon spun the long stick in his hand like a windmill, and he could even knock over three or four people with one swing.
The stick was actually studded with spikes.
…
The groans of pain lasted all night.
Wounded people lay on the ground in the yard, and the room was also full of wounded people.
The next day.
The sky had just begun to brighten when the ear-piercing whistle sounded again.
Captain Carroll was lying on the ground groaning, but when he heard the whistle, he immediately raised his head and looked at the door.
When he saw the expressionless guards with long sticks again, he actually felt a new burst of strength in his body that supported him to stand up with a limp.
He didn't dare to lie down anymore, what if he was hit again …
Some people didn't believe it, and others couldn't get up.
"Ah ~"
"Stop hitting, I'll get up."
"You're violating the United Nations' … Ah, ah, ah, my legs are going to break."
"Please, I need treatment."
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