The distressed Babalu quickly regained his composure, hid his vigilance in his heart, and then said to the friend who came to report: "You have never seen him! He has never been here."
"Don't worry, Brother Babalu, I know..." The other party thought for a while and then said: "Brothers are lying in wait nearby. If something goes wrong, just drop the cup..."
"I want you to stop watching the ancient earth! Also, is it time to get to work? Can you complete this week's production tasks?"
The Lumina worker quickly ran away with his head in his hands. He didn't want to be kicked in the ass by Big Brother Babalu, and he couldn't either.
After sending away his children, Babalu thought for a while, then went back to his office, took a folding knife and a pistol from the cabinet, stuffed them into his backpack, and raised the (mining) knife in his hand.
) with the power hammer, I thought I could casually kill one or two moas and five or six crawling sharks, and then I went to the No. 3 warehouse with satisfaction.
This place is located at the westernmost edge of the factory area, which is actually the most suburban area of the city. Beyond an iron wall with a power grid, there is a vast expanse of wilderness and hills.
Of course, there has been a considerable amount of idle labor in the factory recently, so Babalu and his friends organized them to cultivate land outside the city, and some of them were cultivated as farmland. Although it is not very professional and the output is not much, it can still be regarded as providing resources to the whole world.
It’s a little subsidy for the people in the city.
Babalu walked by the wall and looked at the farmland not far away. He thought that when he was busy with the few orders in his hand, he took the others and tried to lead another canal from the big river in the east to expand the fields. Inside the city
After all, it is not a long-term solution to rely on this primitive trade of barter for a small amount of hundreds of thousands.
However, the land near Maple City is really not fertile, and it is not a good place for agricultural development.
But if we take everyone away from here, wouldn't this city, the neat factory buildings here, and the machines that make the sweet roaring sound be gone?
When he thought of this, Babalu became a little irritable.
He also thought that even at this time, there were still people jumping around to fan the flames, and their irritability turned into some kind of evil fire, eager to destroy something.
The white guy right in front is quite suitable for destruction. Crush it and throw it into a machine to squeeze it. Maybe it can be produced into a nutritional paste. Babalu gritted his teeth and looked at a Lumina that appeared not far away from him.
The human figure took a deep breath.
This is a Rumina man with a moon-white carapace. His height can only be considered medium for this ethnic group, even a little slender. Compared with Babaru, who is strong and has a black shell, he looks more like a good person.
This was one of Babalu's best friends, but now he is one of the people he hates the most.
A normal mind! A normal mind! Anxiety and anger cannot solve any problems.
Babalu said to himself, and then said in a cold tone: "You shouldn't have come, Kelmo!"
"But I'm still here." The white Lumina named Kelmo said.
"You are not welcome here! No one welcomes you." Babalu said coldly.
"Is this really like this? However, I walked in in a big way, and someone saw my face, but they didn't stop me. Some people even took me to avoid the patrolling security robots, and came here specifically to wait for you." Kerr
Mo let out a mocking laugh.
Lumina people rarely have such a feminine reaction, and it suddenly seemed a bit artificial.
The carapace on Babalu's face twitched. He was a little disgusted.
"Look, Babaru, this is the human heart! You led them to survive! But they betrayed you."
"Has your guy's brain been sucked dry by the God of the Sky? I'm not their boss, let alone their master. What is betrayal? Those of you who fuck the God of the Sky are used to it.
Such a dirty thing!" Babalu couldn't help laughing, and said calmly: "There are hundreds of thousands of people in the factory, and now is the most difficult time. As long as they don't stab me a few times, they are already very supportive.
It's me!"
Having said this, Babalu patted his chest: "Unlike you, a cultist who licks the evil god's hook, I am very upright."
Kelmo seemed a little aggrieved and explained seriously: "I am not a believer in the God of the Sky. Babaru, I have received the highest level of civilized education and know how false the so-called gods are! However, our people do not
Same! They were so confused, so they needed a slogan, a sustenance. That’s how the God of the Sky spread in recent years.”
Babalu understood what the other party meant, but he couldn't accept this view. Bi immediately showed a look of disgust: "Yes! You have read a lot of books, I can't compare. But I have read so many books in the empire, and I haven't seen you."
Although I have made a lot of progress, my soul is getting more and more sluggish! Now it is completely shriveled up like an old moa with its hair shaved off!”
Kelmo sighed, with a helpless expression on his face covered with snow-white carapace: "Why bother? What happened at Factory A has nothing to do with me..."
If I was sure that it had something to do with you, you would have been beaten to death long ago! If killing you could restore Factory A and make the machines move, I would have beaten you to death twenty times! I would still be with you.
Say these words?
Seeing that the other party was still lying down and being laughed at, Babaru's attitude finally softened a bit, and he said calmly: "Tell me, what's going on?"
Kelmo pondered for a moment, then said in a pleasant and even bewitching tone: "Babaru, it will be over soon! The bondage imposed by the old guys on our race is about to end. Then, again
Just be patient, the rule of the Earthlings here is about to end."
Babalu didn't answer, but silently reached into his schoolbag and took out his pistol.
"The God of the Sky... is about to resurrect, but he will also soon let all of us Lumina people see its vanity! Then, new descendants and leaders will arrive! I only hope that during this period, you will
We need to stabilize everyone in the city, stay calm, and don’t get involved in anything! When everything settles, come with me. Babaru, let’s welcome our new era together!” Kelmo continued, speaking with
The final sounds of imperial court pronunciation speak long and short tones.
If this kind of tone is really a well-mannered imperial noble girl, it is certainly elegant and demure; if it is a personable noble uncle, it can at least be regarded as a gentle scum. However, according to a Rumina person
When I came out, it really sounded awkward.
"I know now. You studied in the Empire for two years and you just learned not to speak human words!" Babalu felt that his ears were simply mentally contaminated. He immediately raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed it at the opponent.
The bullet blasted out.
His pistol is the Red Star 199 specially designed for a "large" humanoid race like him. It is so powerful that it can kill a five- to six-meter-tall Lumina MOA with one shot.
However, these bullets rolled spiral shock waves and hit each other one after another, but they all seemed to have penetrated a layer of illusion, and finally they all hit the wall behind.
Babalu still wasn't surprised, and he let out a scornful sigh, but it was mixed with a certain amount of contempt.
You guy's spirit has indeed become as corrupted as that of a mire crab on the Eastern Plains.
The sound of gunfire finally attracted everyone's attention, and within a minute or two, a dozen humans and Lumina workers had already rushed over carrying various homemade weapons.
"Brother! We are here to help you!"
"Boss, are you okay?"
"Brother Babaru, don't panic, come to Sajia!"
They screamed in confusion for a long time, and then they suddenly realized that Babalu was the only one present.
"Brother, brother? Where is that guy Kelmo?"
"He's obviously here..."
"Yes! I thought he would dare to do bad things again, so I hit his bones with a hammer..."
"It's enough to knock your bones!" Babalu slapped the nearest Earth worker on the forehead without saying a word: "You're being asked to go back to work? If you can't complete the production tasks this week, I'll detain you first.
of rationing!”
Babalu tried to drive everyone back with punches and kicks.
His prestige in the hearts of the young people in this factory has already reached the maximum level, and the others did not dare to say anything and ran away laughing and begging for mercy.
But at this time, another person ran over to him, and when he took a closer look, he turned out to be Busca.
"Why are you coming here to join in the fun?" Babalu felt that it was too difficult for him.
Most of his workers are simple-minded. Busca, who is skilled, capable, and calm and meticulous, has always been his most important assistant. Now that he is here, it means that he is also following.
Degenerate; or it means something happened again at the factory.
No matter which one it is, it's not a good thing.
Of course, looking at Busca's sweating appearance, the possibility of the latter is naturally higher.
"What happened again?" Babaru asked, and then he realized that he had actually said "again."
"Officer... Phew, officer, here we go again!" Busca gasped.
"Officer? The representative from the Suppression Headquarters hasn't left yet?"
"No, it's not, there's something even more cruel!" Busca finally regained his composure: "It's your special correspondent from Earth!"
Babalu nodded, but he was a little confused. It sounded like a big shot had come, but what did this have to do with him?
"As soon as he got off the ship, he went directly into Factory A!"
Babalu's expression suddenly darkened.
It was once the core of this huge factory, and even the entire city. Now, although it has stopped operating, it has always been the only hope to restore the Red Maple Factory to its original appearance. At least, Babalu and his friends are
So convinced.
No one can destroy this hope!
"Follow me!" Babalu glanced at the dozen or so strong fellow workers and brothers around him and said loudly.