Him and their stars

The troubled 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 read less novels about ancient earth! Also, is it time to go to work? Can you complete the production tasks this week?"

The Lumina worker quickly ran away holding his head. He didn't want to get his ass kicked by Big Brother Babalu, and he also didn't want to be dragged along and educated for half an hour.

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 knife in his hand (used for mining). ) with a power hammer, I thought I could kill one or two moas and five or six crawling sharks, so 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 they even cleared some unorganized farmland. Although it is not very professional and the output is not much, it can be regarded as a small subsidy for the people in the city.

Babalu walked by the wall and looked at the farmland not far away. He thought that once he was busy with the few orders in his hand, he and the others would try to lead another canal from the big river in the east to expand the fields. There are hundreds of thousands of people in the city, and relying on this primitive trade of barter to maintain their lives is not a long-term solution after all.

However, the land near Maple City is really not fertile and is not a good place for agricultural development.

But if we take everyone away from here, wouldn't this city, the neat factories here, and the machines that make the sweet roaring sound be gone?

Babalu became a little irritable when he thought of this.

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 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 ointment! Babalu gritted his teeth and looked at the figure of a Rumina man who appeared not far away from him, and took a deep breath.

This is a Lumina man with a moon-white carapace. His height can only be considered medium for this ethnic group, even a little slender. Compared with the strong and black Babaru, he looks more like a positive character.

This was one of Babaru's once best friends, now one of the people he hated the most.

Be normal! Be normal! Being upset and angry doesn't solve anything.

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 Babaru'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 doing this. 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: "I am different from the cultists like you who lick 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 many books, and I can't compare with you. 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 withered! 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 in Factory A has nothing to do with me..."

If it was definitely related to you, you would have been beaten to death long ago! If beating you to death can restore Factory A and make the machines move, I have already beaten you to death twenty times! Are I still saying these things to you?

Seeing that the other party was still lying down and being laughed at, Babaru's attitude finally softened a bit and he said lukewarmly: "Tell me, what's going on?"

Kelmo pondered for a moment, then said in a pleasant and even bewitching tone: "Babalu, 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 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 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 true for a well-mannered imperial aristocratic girl, it will certainly be elegant and demure; if it is for a personable noble uncle, it can at least be regarded as a polite scum. However, when a Rumina person said it, 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 even the five- to six-meter-tall Lumina MOA King 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.

Your guy's spirit has indeed become as corrupted as 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 Babaru 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!”

Babaru punched and kicked everyone to drive them back.

His prestige in the hearts of the young people in this factory has already reached the maximum level. The others did not dare to say anything and ran away laughing and begging for mercy.

But at this time, someone ran over to him, and when he looked closely, 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 worker brothers 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 either means that he has also fallen, or it means that something happened again in 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 greater.

"What happened again?" Babalu asked, then 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, no, here comes someone even more cruel!" Busca finally regained his composure: "It's your special correspondent from Earth!"

Babalu nodded, but he was a little confused. It sounds like a big shot has arrived, but what does this have to do with me?

"As soon as he got off the boat, he went directly into Factory A!"

Babalu's expression suddenly darkened.

It was once the core of this huge factory area and even the entire city. Now, although the operation there has stopped, it has always been the only hope to restore the red maple factory to its original appearance. At least, that's what Babalu and his friends believe.

No one can destroy this hope!

"Follow me!" Babalu said loudly, glancing at the dozen or so strong fellow workers and brothers around him.

There should be additional updates at 1800, 1900 and 2000...but don't rush, just take your time. We, the weaklings, are at your speed