Chapter 286 Why do you carve your name on my spaceship? !
Africa.
The Kalahari Desert is a semi-arid desert area located in southern Africa, covering Namibia, Botswana and South Africa, with a total area of 650,000 square kilometers.
The harsh natural environment, coupled with the fact that neighboring Namibia and Botswana are well-known small agricultural countries in Africa, have jointly created an inaccessible, desolate and desolate scene here, with a population density as low as only 1.4 people per square kilometer.
But deep in this seemingly desolate desert, one of the greatest secrets of the earth is hidden. Once leaked, it would be enough to set off a global wave of panic.
"One can per person, no more!"
"Put your hands where I can see! If you stinking fuckers dare to steal cans again, I will chop them into pieces." Your claws!”
< br>"Get in line! Whoever steps on horseback and dares to jump in line, I will make his brain explode!"
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In the desert, there is a huge refugee camp built with walls and barbed wire. Standing impressively.
Here, countless alien refugees who look like giant prawns and are similar in size to humans are lining up in an orderly manner, waiting for the food distributed in front.
It is not volunteers who can provide them with daily necessities, but heavily armed soldiers holding tactical rifles.
On the long table, there are mountains of canned cat food. This is the food distributed by the soldiers to alien refugees every day. Assigned on demand, each alien can only receive one can per day.
It must be said that this alien refugee camp is large in scale and is home to nearly two million aliens. Its population even exceeds that of many small African countries.
Therefore, not every alien refugee can receive a daily can. The daily food provided by the United Nations is limited, and only the strongest refugees in the camp can enjoy this treatment.
As for other weak people, they may only be allocated once a few weeks or even a month, and the rest of the time they can only find leftovers in the garbage dump to satisfy their hunger.
But because these alien refugees have sharp mouthparts and powerful digestive systems, their population has not only not decreased, but has shown a growth trend over the years, even if they eat messy food.
The captain in charge of food distribution looked at these prawn-like aliens in front of him, enduring their foul body odor, and his irritability became more intense.
If it were not for humanitarian considerations and the temptation of high-tech weapons that require alien DNA to activate, he would really like to kill all these guys.
Just when he was thinking this, the opportunity came.
After receiving the can, a burly prawn tore it open with its sharp mouthparts and poured all of it into his mouth. Later, he even snatched the cans from the surrounding refugees, causing public outrage.
It would be fine if the soldiers didn't see it, but if he was so unruly in front of them, how could the human soldiers tolerate his behavior.
In an instant, countless rifles were raised in unison, their cold muzzles pointed directly at the prawn snatching food, ready to teach it a profound lesson.
But the development of the situation exceeded everyone's expectations.
The prawns, who were originally in a bit of confusion due to internal strife, suddenly rioted when they saw human soldiers pointing guns at each other.
Instead of retreating as usual, they abnormally pointed at the soldiers and cursed. Some even took out alien weapons hidden under their clothes, forming a tense confrontation with humans.
"Sang Ao Fu Bichi!"
Seeing this scene, the captain who was about to go to a distant place to smoke a cigarette to relax suddenly became furious.
He suddenly picked up the CR21 bullpup rifle hanging on his chest, quickly loaded it, strode forward, and fired several shots into the air as a warning.
Bang bang bang——!
The sound of gunshots echoed over the refugee camp. The captain's eyes widened with anger, and he pointed at the group of prawns and shouted: "Get back here! How dare you stand on horseback and point guns at us? All canned food rations for all of you will be cancelled!" ”
As soon as these words came out, the already tense atmosphere was instantly ignited. The prawn that snatched the can was even more arrogant, holding a strange-looking alien firearm and roaring at the captain.
Through the translation headphones worn by the soldiers, these roars were clearly transmitted to their ears.
"We have more than one million people, and you only distribute tens of thousands of cans every day, which cannot meet our needs at all."
Hearing this, the captain turned pale and was rude. The ground responded: "You, more than a million people, don't even say a word You just invaded our human territory. Not only did we not drive you away, we also provided you with a gathering place to satisfy your hunger. How dare you be picky now? I, I will kill you now!”
However, the prawn paid no attention to the captain's threat. Instead, he approached with a gun and shouted: "Tens of thousands of cans are too few! If we don't increase supplies, we will rush out of this gathering place. Go look for food in your human city!”
“You are looking for death!”
The captain locked his gun on the prawn, and his finger was quietly on the trigger, ready to crush it at any time. The head of this provocative guy.
The other members of the prawn camp were also ready, staring closely at the humans in front of them. The weapons in their hands began to emit faint energy beams, and a war seemed to be about to break out.
At this critical moment, a hurried report suddenly came from the captain's walkie-talkie.
The captain suddenly looked up and saw a C-17 transport plane quietly circling among the thick clouds above the refugee camp, which was classified as an absolute no-fly zone.
Immediately afterwards, a black dot fell off the tail of the plane, falling rapidly like a meteorite, and finally hit the ground heavily!
Wheelchair?
Everyone was filled with doubts when they saw two more figures falling from the sky at the speed of meteors.
Old Qiao's figure was as stable as a rock in mid-air, with only two legs fluttering in the wind like noodles, but he accurately landed on the wheelchair in the blink of an eye and sat firmly.
Later, Lango, who deliberately slowed down, also slowly fell to the ground, looking at Old Qiao in the wheelchair with strange eyes.
He was also going to protect Lao Qiao, but this guy fell from a height of 10,000 meters without any trouble, and the same was true for the wheelchair. What kind of material was this thing made of?
As soon as Old Qiaofu landed, the captain of the soldiers who had been at war with him immediately led the crowd to salute and respectfully called him "sir."
However, Old Qiao didn't seem to hear it. He stared at the boundless space ahead, holding weapons against the alien refugees who were facing him and others, and slowly maneuvered the wheelchair forward.
Seeing Lao Qiao, the atmosphere of war that was about to break out instantly solidified. Those prawns that were originally fierce and ready for a fight suddenly became well-behaved. Some even had their arms shaking out of fear and did not dare to look directly at the cripple in front of them.
Not long ago, this lame man in a wheelchair dismantled one of their mecha weapons with his bare hands. His combat power had already refreshed the world view of this gang of prawns.
Old Qiao looked at this group of alien refugees coldly and cursed in a deep voice: "I have turned against you! I provided you with shelter and food and drink, but now you not only dare to secretly develop virus weapons, but also Point a gun at us humans?”
“@#&#……@&@……&&*”
The prawn who had previously been tit-for-tat with the captain tried to protest, but Lao Qiao did not wear a translation device and naturally could not understand his words , and I don’t even have the patience to listen to it.
Tear——
Lao Qiao's body suddenly rose up, and he grasped the shrimp's gun-holding arm with one hand. With a slight tug, he tore his arm apart, and green blood spattered out.
Before the prawn groaned in pain, Lao Qiao twisted his wrist and stabbed the severed arm shaped like a shrimp pincer into the prawn's neck, completely penetrating, leaving only a layer of The carapace is connected to the body.
"Mom Fuck!"
Old Qiao glared at the dense crowd of alien refugees in front of him, his voice low and threatening: "As a refugee, you should have your duty as a refugee! If not We humans, you, decades ago All of them are dead! How dare you make demands?”
Although these prawns possess weapons that far exceed Earth’s technology, no one dared to act rashly after witnessing Old Qiao’s brutal execution of his kind. Neng looked at each other, standing still and not daring to move.
As for Lao Qiao, the more he cursed, the angrier he became. If these refugees could stay on their own terms, he might still be able to reluctantly accept their existence.
But every day in the camp, prawns try to sneak into the city, causing chaos.
They have no sympathy for human beings. As refugees living in other places, they repeatedly kill innocent civilians in the city and are full of hostility to human beings.
If we could go back in time and meet the leftist leader who ordered these alien refugees to be taken in and raised well, Joe would definitely be the first to go up and twist the other person’s neck.
While the atmosphere was at a stalemate, Lange did not step forward to steal Lao Qiao's limelight, but silently observed the surroundings.
The refugee camp is tightly surrounded by barbed wire and walls. Most of the houses inside are made of discarded iron sheets and bricks, and many are shanties made of wood and plastic sheets. Trash piled up on the roadside, and an unbearable stench filled the air.
This is more like a slum in the city than a refugee camp.
The appearance of those alien refugees is exactly the same as the image in "District 9", like a shrimp that has become a spirit.
Here, just when Old Qiao started to scold, the prawns seemed to sense something, and the originally crowded formation suddenly gave way to a path.
Then, a rather old prawn wearing a red vest walked out slowly.
After seeing him, Lao Qiao snorted disdainfully and stopped cursing. He took out two headphones from his pocket, put one on himself, and threw the other to Lango.
Obviously, this old shrimp is the target of their operation.
“Qiao, this is indeed our fault.”
Old shrimp Christopher’s attitude was extremely sincere, and he took the initiative to admit his mistake as soon as he got up, “Since those guys who tried to provoke the riot have already Once you get the punishment you deserve, let this matter go.”
But Lao Qiao didn't buy his account at all, and asked in a deep voice: "Don't pretend to be stupid for me, Christopher, this is not what I came here for." He took out a sealed test tube. The blue liquid in the test tube shone strangely in the sunlight.
When the old shrimp man named Christopher’s eyes touched the blue liquid in the test tube, his expression instantly froze, and Old Joe’s angry voice also sounded:
"You'd better give us a reasonable explanation , Who developed this virus for humans? Hand over that bastard, or I will kill half of your tribe today!"
Christopher stared at the test tube with emotionless eyes. There was a strange light flashing through it.
He looked at Lao Qiao and Lango, and then caught a glimpse of the human army in the distance, waiting and watching eagerly. After a moment of silence, he finally said: "This is not a virus, but a special kind of fuel."
"Fuel? "Old Qiao was confused.
Christopher nodded slightly, then turned to Old Joe and asked: "Qiao, can we talk alone?"
Old Joe did not answer immediately, but looked at Lango first. After seeing Lange nod, he snorted coldly and said to Christopher: "Okay, for the sake of past friendship, I remind you, don't think of any tricks to delay time, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."
< br>Christopher smiled, glanced at Lango again, turned around and led them into a tin shack.
As soon as he entered the house, Lange was a little surprised by the sight in front of him.
The room is filled with various mechanical tools and even electric robotic arms. It is like a small maintenance factory.
But Christopher did not introduce the surrounding environment. Instead, he walked straight to the door. After closing the door tightly, he bent down and lifted up a black plastic sheet on the ground.
A dark tunnel entrance suddenly appeared in front of them.
"When you get inside, you will understand everything." Christopher looked at Rango and Lao Qiao.
Lange shrugged and walked down first. He even cleared the Nine Hells without any damage. He couldn't think of anything that could threaten him in the tunnel created by an alien refugee.
The tunnel is narrow and dark, and the air is filled with a pungent stench. When he descended to about a hundred meters deep, Lango stopped.
Ahead, a mechanical hatch full of technology suddenly appeared in their sight!
Christopher stepped forward and inserted his claw-shaped hand into a circular groove on the hatch.
With a slight sound of electricity and the roar of mechanical operation, the hatch opened with a bang.
Lange and Lao Qiao stepped into the cabin, and an alien spacecraft that looked like a B2 bomber appeared in front of them!
"The so-called 'virus weapon' you mentioned before is actually the spacecraft fuel that I have collected and prepared over the years. However, due to some unfortunate accidents, it was mistaken for a few unruly elements who disobeyed discipline. It was a weapon and was secretly brought outside."
Christopher walked to the spacecraft, his eyes full of memories.
“Forty-six years ago, my planet was invaded by foreign enemies. In order to continue our bloodline, ten interstellar carriers were built on our planet for migration. But one of them was traveling through the worms. An accident occurred while digging the hole, the energy was exhausted, and finally Stranded outside the earth. "
"To recharge the energy, we need to absorb light and heat energy for at least several decades near the star." He shook his head helplessly, "So, we can only do it first. Temporarily settled on the earth”
"And this small spacecraft is the key to activating the mothership!"
Christopher's tone was full of excitement, "Now, the energy of the mothership should be full. As long as I start this spacecraft to return Mothership, you can restart it. It is the technological crystallization of my planet, and it will have many abilities that you can’t imagine..."
At this point, he paused and then continued: "When the time comes, I You can use it to take away my kind, these two million, what you call 'interstellar refugees', and we will find a new, habitable planet."
" Joe! Friend!"
Christopher looked at Old Joe with extremely sincere eyes, "Give me back that test tube, Joe. With it, I can take away our tribe and won't give it back. You humans bring no trouble”
Old Qiao stared at Christopher expressionlessly, and was silent for a long time without speaking.
As Christopher became more and more anxious, Old Qiao suddenly asked: "Are you sure that once you pilot this spaceship back to the space carrier, you will only use the mothership to take away your tribe and not use it? Are weapons destroying humanity and occupying the earth?”
“This…how is this possible? "What?" Christopher swore quickly, "Believe me, Joe, we are very grateful to you for accepting us. How can we retaliate and invade your home?"
"That's true."
Old Qiao shrugged, seemed to be shaken, and slowly handed out the test tube in his hand.
Christopher saw this and hurriedly stretched out his hand to take it. However, just when he was about to touch the test tube, Old Qiao's hand suddenly retracted!
"Hahaha"
Old Joe pointed at Christopher, turned to look at Lango, and laughed, "This guy's eyes evaded me at least five times, he really thought I would Believe his nonsense, hahaha..."
Lango also smiled and shook his head, obviously scorning this Christopher's nonsense.
How could they easily hand over an interstellar carrier that can travel through wormholes, make interstellar jumps, and is equipped with countless technological weapons that surpass human beings, to these prawns who have been living on the earth for decades? Starman.
In fact, from the moment they stepped into this underground passage, everything here had nothing to do with this group of prawn stars.
“This spaceship is quite cool.”
Lango touched his chin, his eyes fell on the spaceship that was used as the key to the mothership, and he was full of praise, “Although these prawns He looks ugly, but his aesthetics are pretty good. Just watch here and I'll make a call. Let Malphite come and move this baby back to my house."
"You!"
Christopher was stunned when he heard this, and then he stood in front of the spacecraft and shouted angrily. "This is my spaceship! Mine!"
"Your spaceship?" Lange raised his eyebrows slightly, with a playful smile on his lips, "Then try calling it and see if it will answer you?"
Old shrimp man Christopher Suddenly speechless, his face turned red with anger, his eyes widened, staring at Lango, as if he wanted to eat him alive.
"Since it doesn't agree, it's mine." Lango raised a finger, gently pushed Christopher aside, then opened the door of the spacecraft, ready to go in and find out.
But at this time, the old shrimp man raised his claws angrily, pointed at the hull of the spacecraft, and shouted: "My name is engraved on the spaceship! It belongs to me!"
Lange looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough he saw a gilded pattern on the side of the spacecraft.
When he saw this, he sneered and shot two blazing gazes, instantly cutting the pattern into pieces.
Then, Lange suddenly turned his head and shouted at the prawn: "You dare to carve your name on my spaceship?!"
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(End of this chapter)