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... easons, there are still many loopholes that can be drilled. . Xia Guo is obviously a powerful country. No matter what method is adopted, there is no way to start from Xia Guo.

I chose Africa because Pangu Technology has many industries in Africa, and the raw materials of the products are not imported from Africa.

For example, raw materials for food factory culture, carbon required for chips and micronuclear batteries, rare metals required for controlled nuclear fusion, and so on.

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