Monster Factory

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Three border inspectors lightly familiarize themselves with the road and “check” the next two trucks, and the young men and women who were frightened by gunshots are still picking up luggage on the ground in pester and chirp.

Don’t worry about them, a bunch of foreigners who are terrified.

The lead border inspector waved his hand and let the hand go down to pick up the Goshawk for meal.

The place where Goshawk fell was only 2 30 meters away from them, but when the border inspector trot past and dragged Goshawk back.

The expression on the face of the guy who picked up Goshawk was as strange as that of a dinosaur.

Leading border inspector Brenda just wanted to reprimand a few words, but he was stunned when he saw the Goshawk being dragged under his hand.

It is not an ordinary Goshawk.

Because the position of the gun in it is the abdomen, there is a fist sized breakage, no blood flows out, but there is a black smoke, and it emits a burnt smell that is only caused by a short circuit of electronic device.

Falling from the sky two hundred meters high, impact broke its wings, exposing the light skeleton of gray metal inside.

“This…this…this…”

Brenda, the lead border inspector, pointed at the Goshawk filled with weird colors with a finger, and his mouth was like a radio station with no channel.

He was terrified, what is the hell?

More than three border inspectors, the cartoonists who were packing their luggage aside also witnessed the details of this Goshawk.

Their minds seemed to be chaotic with their bullets flying into the sky.

Did they get into the world of Transformers?

If not, why is there a mechanical Goshawk that is only available in Transformers in Africa continent, which is behind the trouble?

This is simply not realistic.

A cartoonist whispered to himself, “It’s over, I won’t have Megatron coming with his men…”

“What nonsense, the world line is not messy.” Boss Qin Feizhuo of the studio whispered.

His tone barely fell, on the wide dirt road leading to Nigeria, came the roar of the engine faintly.

This is a surging mechanical roar that is only available on V-5 engines with a displacement above 2:1.

Qin Feizhuo, who loves car culture, heard the power of the car he had never met before.

Not disappointing him, a few seconds later, a black steel silhouette dragging the arrogant dust appeared in the sight of everyone at the border checkpoint.

It’s a G65 that makes blood boiling for men, and is a 6-wheel drive long wheelbase version.

Qin Feizhuo subconsciously rubbed his eyes. As far as he knows, even the customized brand “Basbo” called “First Class” in Benz has only released a 6-wheel drive semi-car version. In front of this car, not only the appearance details have changed a little, but also the whole car, it looks more like a wild steel.

I don’t know which master it was from.

People on the side of the border inspection station thought they met a European and US nouveau riche when they came to Africa for a self-driving tour.

3 Land Rover found 4 and followed behind at a slightly longer distance.

The sound of the G65’s surging engine overshadowed their movements. When they all appeared in people’s vision, the broad dirt road in the east direction already had the feeling of ten thousand horses galloping and rolling smoke.

The three border inspectors rushed forward and waved a little flatteringly.

Obviously, the owners of these luxury cars did not dare to offend easily, so they planned to let the four cars go in a walk.

In a burst of rumbling sound from the exhaust pipe, G65 stopped in front of three border inspectors.

Before waiting for the G65’s door to open, three other Land Rovers were also killed. The members of these cars seemed to be fierce beasts. Before the car stopped, the doors of several cars opened at the same time, and then more than a dozen men wearing foot boots, deep sets of black overalls and black short-sleeved vests jumped out of the car .

Three border inspectors were almost scared to sit on the ground. These highly dressed men, whose muscles exposed in the sun were stronger than bison.

They wore sunglasses and tactical girdle wrapped around their waists.

On the girdle was a dazzling array of magazines. Three border inspectors just wanted to report to their homes, but they were pointed in the head by Qingyishui’s SIG3 assault rifle.

The Africa continent that is popular in AK has a 416 assault rifle that is one grade higher than the M556, and the dazzling level is no less than the four luxury cars in front of it. There is no doubt that the team in front of them is the lion on the grassland.

The cartoonists who had just passed away from the AK gun just fell into collective petrification again.

It’s over. Looking at this battle, you must have met the legendary African warlord killing without blinking an eye.

They didn’t dare to move, because the cartoonists saw the luxuriously equipped men, all staring at Goshawk in the hands of one of the border inspectors.

That look, I hate to eat people.

The cartoonists noticed the gang of men, and they also noticed the cartoonists crouching on the ground.

There were two sunglasses men who just wanted to raise the muzzle, and they were shocked when they put on the faces of the cartoonists.

Yellow skin and black eyes, is it Chinese?

Quickly lower the muzzle, then trot to the front of the Benz G65 and pull open the thick bulletproof door.

“Report General, the outside armament has been disarmed.” The person who opened the door said at the same time, he also established a military posture.

The cartoonists watched the G10000 firmly with 65 points of tension, waiting for the warlord to get off, and also waiting for the next penalty.

In their view, the best end of the warlords is estimated to be caught and paid a large ransom.

Really just escaped from the tiger’s mouth and met the wolves Ah!

Finished, finished.

A black crocodile leather boots stepped on the pedal of the G65. With the sound of pā dā, the hearts of three border inspectors and more than a dozen cartoonists also jumped.

Above the leather shoes are white trousers, and a straight swallowtail western-styled clothes with a black bow tie. When the General showed up completely, the cartoonists could not bear to rub their eyes.

Is this a warlord?

How to give people a finished in manner, even a bit like steward?

General Mopu had long noticed the cartoonists who had squatted down. After getting out of the car, he hurried to these people and asked in English, “Which country are you from in Asia?”

“Hua…China.” Several people who spoke English looked up cautiously.

It was determined that it was from China. General Mopu trotting back to the Benz G65 before sprinting. In the eyes of the cartoonists, he was like a competent steward, holding the door with one hand and holding the other hand inward.

One…

A young man of similar age to them was invited by the General. Then all the men with guns turned their heads and saluted the young man.

The driver’s seat and the co-pilot’s door also opened automatically, and two Chinese men with cool faces looked in front of him from left to right.

Perhaps in the eyes of foreigners, it is difficult to distinguish the specific country from the Asian with yellow skin and black hair. Just like Chinese people look at European people, they are all the same, no German Magic Pill or Sweden.

but!

People in China may not be very accurate in looking at Japan and Korea, but they can look at their own countrymen, but they have a feeling that Bloodline is connected to each other.

So Ye Qing got out of the car, and the cartoonists opened each and everyone’s mouth into an O shape.

This scene is more shocking than the border inspector dragging a mechanical Goshawk back.

Africa continent 10000 miles away, on the wild grassland full of gunfire.

A young Chinese who is so ridiculous that he is actually dominated by these seemingly amazing warlords?

“Wait~” How did Qin Feizhuo think this youngster was familiar, and where did he seem to have seen his picture?

Seeing fellow fellow 2 with tears in my eyes, even more how is under the gun of a bunch of men. Qin Feizhuo quickly dared to set up a relationship with this fellow who might decide their destiny, “You… are you from China?”

“Yes!” Ye Qing looked at the compatriots unexpectedly, “You are…”

The girls in the cartoonist cried abruptly.

“Wū wū ~”

The voices of several girls were wronged, with a surprise of avoided a catastrophe, “We originally wanted to take a car to go to the Anut Area to play, we have relatives to work in the Factory over there.”

“Whoever came here at the border checkpoint, the border inspectors said we were carrying diamonds.”

“We… we wanted to prove ourselves, but in the end the group robbed us of our valuables.”

“Is there any relative working at the factory?” Ye Qing was even more surprised. “Is Monster Factory’s factory there?”

“Yes!” The cartoonists were nodded.

“Okay, I’m understood.” Ye Qing walked up to them and helped one of the girls, “Everyone get up first, let me handle this matter.”

After standing up, the cartoonists hugged together and áo áo burst into tears.

They were excited, this young fellow actually meant to help them decide.

Ye Qing turned his head to look at Mopu, “General, you’ll solve this matter.”

“Okay Mr. Ye.” General Mopu is nodded, he has been waiting for this moment.

The next second, General Mopu’s face changed dramatically, the respectful expression in his eyes disappeared, and instead, it was a murderous aura.

He stepped forward and looked down at the three shiver coldly border inspectors with a tone like the cold wind of Siberia.

“Who made the Goshawk?”

“Who stole the luggage of the distinguished guests?”