Monster Factory-Chapter 740: Conquer here with both hands.

"Honey badger; please speak," A low voice came from the satellite phone.

"At 2:30 p.m. local time in Nigeria, we followed the tracks of the two cargo planes in the air. We are sure they belong to Huge Industrial Monster and that they will have a bigger move here. Look, they have plans to build a factory here. The first batch of supplies had already been shipped, and as they were escorted by the local warlord, we couldn't follow them. But it's not hard to find the location. After dusk, we will follow the convoy's trail, and their camp's location can be determined."

"Is there a material list?"

"It was recorded in a video file with a mobile phone; please check it in the secure mailbox." 𝐛𝗲𝗱𝐧𝐨𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝐜𝐨𝐦

There was an "uh" on the phone, and then a faint keyboard noise sounded. After about two minutes, the 'male lion' voice became confused: "Besides the industrial facilities, I saw a lot of munitions inside, will they start a war?"

"It doesn't look like it at the moment, and it should be used for defense, because these men don't smell like soldiers."

"Then follow your plan and discover their camp after dusk."

......

The dilapidated procession drove towards the rainforest of Sotu, although this wild dirt road was already present, it was repaired by General Mopu, and the countless potholes were leveled with sand. The bumpy employees in China kept rubbing their asses, complaining that this ghost place is so poor. If you want to get rich, build roads first. It's not hard to understand.

The government has no money. Also, there is no government here, just a bunch of warlords, who are unwilling to pay for road construction.

"I have an intriguing urge to dig into the mountains to build roads," Huang Qiang, who was sitting in the van, pouted: "Only by building roads was China able to become the world's second-largest economy, and the whole of Africa is only a fraction of our choice of the economy."

He spoke the words in Chinese, and the black man driving next to him turned his head every now and then and gave him a flattering smile. In the eyes of these locals, the Huge Industrial Monster is likely similar to the God of Wealth. As long as they are served with care, their beautiful fairy days will arrive.

The convoy stopped at a primitive village tens of kilometers from the Sotu rainforest. On the hard yellow-brown ground, there were more than 30 wooden houses with mushroom-shaped thatched roofs. Before the construction of the camp, this will be their temporary base.

The hundreds of employees were new at the moment, and some were amazed. Although they were mentally prepared before going abroad, this trip would be very difficult; they did not expect it to be so difficult.

In front of these wooden houses with mushroom-shaped thatched roofs, these workers stopped. Not to mention the windows, these houses don't even have a door. Inside, there was only a layer of hay on the floor, and there were no furniture or daily necessities.

……

To complain is to complain.

The hundreds of young employees are not big girls, and the environment will be bad for a few nights, but a good life is also created with hands, right?

……

There will be three people in each thatched roof hut, and these men have divided themselves into groups of three, and each of these three men has placed his things in one place in this hut. After a brief rest, they were sweating profusely.

After being rested, the convoy took the road again and headed towards their place of work, and stopped at the foot of a mountain two kilometers from their campsite. They stopped on endless tawny hard ground, it was vast like countless abandoned football fields combined, and the ground was level, which was very suitable for building factories, away from radiation.

Now this land has accumulated a lot of material. These are all basic building materials purchased from another country. There were tens of thousands of green plastic drums containing only cement powder. There were also heaps of various types of steel, sand, and stones.

It was General Mopu's soldiers, who were transporting these materials little by little at the beginning.

"At first, we drilled two deep wells to prepare the concrete plant and the domestic water."

After the hundreds of employees had gathered, the Master Metal Expert shouted against the scorching sun: "There is a mountain hidden in the huge rainforest behind us. So there are underground water resources, here, this water must be very rich. Our task is to build a living space and a concrete batching plant to prepare for the construction of a permanent airport. ~"

"~ What we want is to build a living space that can accommodate 1,000 people. You all are going to be divided into five teams. The captain comes to me to get building plans, then each team leads 200 local workers at work.

"…?"

"Nope!" howled the black natives furiously.

Although they went through a day's journey and came here from China, which was thousands of miles away. The long journey made their bodies weak and tired, and now they felt a little more relaxed when they got their feet on the ground and could walk on this arid and hot land, look at the mountains of building materials on the ground and watch the supplies and equipment carried by the long procession behind. The Chinese people's unique civil engineering genes were instantly activated by the current environment!

What?! Nope?! Primitive African tribes, right?

Fighting against heaven and earth is endless fun for the Chinese people, let this arid land see what a Chinese with the spirit of Yugong Yishan can do!

"Work, work, work!"

The hundreds of people screamed, and then turned their impulsive eyes behind them; the black aborigines were amazed and saw an extreme vitality not far from them in the eyes of these Chinese. Immediately afterward, they couldn't stand; it because these employees rushed over one by one, speaking Chinese and English, and asked them to help transport the goods accumulated on the trucks to put them on the ground. The Chinese employees were divided into five teams, and each captain was fluent in English and General Mopu also had several assistants who were fluent in English to help translate orders into the Nigerian vernacular.

The first thing was to unload two trucks of pure water. After each of these exhausted employees poured a bottle of pure water over their bodies, then happily poured another bottle, they felt refreshed like plants after the rain.

They used keys to open boxes full of tags containing pieces of equipment the native soldiers had never seen before, pulled them out, and assembled them. Among them were actually ten ATVs camouflaged in hardware that wowed the crowd wildly. Watching ten ATVs from China with their weapons and equipment, riding in groups of two on this borderline cool virgin land, and even equipped with a small self-rescue winch in the front, these native soldiers have felt their souls fly to heaven. They followed them, like a cloud in the sky, never looking back.

The most surprising scene is yet to come...

When Logistics Chief Buzz arrived with another crew of laborers carrying laborers, the ten ATVs circled for several miles and even planted a few poles in the ground at their tops with bright red flags. Next to the small flags, dozens of employees and residents erected crane-like steel equipment.

In the open space, a huge generator car with self-propelled capability erected four hydraulic support columns and began roaring heavy diesel engines to generate electricity. At the end of one of the cables, there were already about twenty employees, cutting steel and welding awnings.

"God ~"

Buzz and thousands of local workers looked amazed as if these devout believers had seen a miracle. How long have they been working, is it three hours? Why did they look like they worked hard for a long time...

"Where's the diesel?"

An excited scream brought Buzz back to reality.

"I brought it; it's 20 tons of diesels."

Buzz quickly pointed to a half-new supply truck behind him. The supply trucks were the golden chicken that laid the eggs for General Mopu. Refueling the trucks, in both directions, was of interest to General Mopu, and it is a monopolistic interest.

Buzz was fluent in Chinese and he is also considered a person who has seen the world and knows the construction plan of this site. So he looked around, and when he didn't see Mr. Jin Liuhai, he asked the young Chinese employee in front of him with a smile, "Little brother, I heard you were going to drill a deep well. May I take the liberty of asking how many days it will take to dig a deep well? Can we drill it?"

"To tell the truth, our city Anut is in a situation of serious water shortage. After you finish drilling the well here, please move to town and help us drill two more wells. It's not included in the contract."

"Oh, so it will be for tomorrow. We have to rest after work today, everyone is too tired."

"Don't be in such a rush, you can finish the job here first and then take care of us," Buzz explained desperately, and the Chinese employee rushed to work.

Seeing this scene, Buzz sighed in his heart, thinking that if the people of Anut District had one-third of the dedication of these people in dedication to work, they would have gone out into the world and beaten the surrounding countries everywhere.

After explaining that the workers he had brought had to obey the instructions, Buzz crouched down on the side of an old truck tire, using the truck to block the sunlight, drinking water, and watching the workers bustle next to red flags. He knew these people were digging a well, and that water is the source of life, and in the arid district of Anut the water was catastrophically worn out, and whoever controlled the water source could firmly control the local people. Therefore, he hoped these people would reach the deep-water table as soon as possible, and then help them.

Unconsciously, Buzz, who had been tired all day, fell asleep in a daze. When he opened his eyes, the sun in the sky had turned around him. Wiping his sweat, he looked at the time on his watch: it was six o'clock in the afternoon. Just when he was about to hold a bottle of pure water to relieve his thirst, his gaze was suddenly caught by the well-drilling crew there.

Under the golden sun, this pendant-shaped machine kept beating the ground in a tireless rhythm making the sound "Boom ~ Boom ~ Boom ~". Every few minutes, she pulled sections of drill pipe out of the ground, then moved them to one side and dumped their contents onto the forest floor. Other tens of minutes passed, and Buzz suddenly heard a cry of joy coming from there.

Then... on the equipment, thick mud suddenly spewed into the sky. After tens of seconds, the mud turned into flowing water and the waterfalls dispersed into the air.

"Oh!"

The black people present at the scene who were working under the hot sun stopped at this moment as if they had been electrocuted. Their eyes were tearing up a little and their mouths were bordering on a smile and when the atmosphere of joy was suppressed to its low level, everyone threw down their work, used their loudest voice, and rushed to the good drilling crew roaring.

They stripped while running, revealing their shiny black bodies.

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