While Chen Chen was studying the Bliss Space Plane, Blacklight Technology had already begun executing a new round of layout.
With the entire Africa in need of development, Blacklight Technology not only plans to build a thermal power station in Windhoek, but also plans to build a number of new factories in the industrial park of the Life Sciences City.
And it is a military factory that cooperates with the Namibian government.
This will be the first private enterprise in Namibia to obtain military qualifications.
In addition to military industry, Chen Chen also built several new electronics factories and various machinery factories. The scale of his actions attracted the attention of the whole world.
As Namibia has just overcome the epidemic, many cases have begun to be investigated and held accountable, and prisoners who originally escaped from prison have been arrested again.
For a time, prisons across Namibia showed unprecedented enthusiasm.
And this day is the day when the third batch of serious criminals are transferred to the "high security" prison in Windhoek, Namibia.
Because it is possible for serious criminals to have accomplices or even rob the prison, such transfers and transfers need to be carried out secretly.
At this time, one of the prison guards, Brad, gathered in front of the gate of Windhoek Prison. He was one of the prison guards who received the task of transferring serious criminals.
At this time, there were five other prison guards and a captain-level prison guard with Brad.
"On this journey, everyone needs to be careful and careful, and you must obey the instructions throughout the whole process!"
The six people stood in front of the Windhoek Prison gate with their heads held high, and in front of the six people was the captain with a stern expression. He straightened his back and said loudly, "If these prisoners escape, your The work is basically over, do you understand?”
"clear!"
Everyone answered loudly.
"Very good. Now you all rest where you are. In ten minutes, all the serious criminals will be sent out. You will not have any relaxing time by then."
After hearing this, everyone squatted down, gathered around each other, took out cigarettes and started smoking.
"That's right, Captain."
Brad suddenly asked curiously, "Which high-security prison will these serious criminals be transferred to this time? Is it South Lovater Prison?"
"Why are you asking this?"
The captain glanced at Brad gently and said, "It's best not to ask about these things. You will naturally know when you get to the destination."
Brad quickly lowered his head.
In fact, Brad had some doubts in his heart.
Because Windhoek Prison is one of the highest security prisons and one of the best prisons in the country. As far as Brad knows, there is no prison in the entire country that is stricter than Windhoek Prison. The remaining ones are at most Just the same level.
So, where are these felons sent to this time
Brad was puzzled.
Ten minutes arrived quickly. As the captain blew the whistle, everyone stood up quickly, patted their butts, spit out the cigarette butts in their mouths, and stood in a line.
The door of Windhoek Prison in front of everyone is also slowly opening.
After turning it on, Brad's pupils suddenly shrank.
Because he unexpectedly saw nearly fifty prisoners standing inside the prison gate. These prisoners were all wearing handcuffs and anklets, with numb expressions on their faces.
"so many people?"
Several people couldn't help but murmur secretly. They asked six of them to escort so many prisoners. Although they knew that Namibia had just overcome the crisis and there was a serious shortage of personnel, was this too reluctant
Even a young prison guard next to Brad who had just been recruited couldn't help but tremble in his legs when he saw the number of prisoners.
It seemed that the captain did not expect that the number of prisoners on this trip was so large. He frowned slightly and looked at the prison guards and officers who escorted the prisoners out, "Our truck cannot carry so many people."
"It's okay. We have provided vehicles to carry these prisoners."
The leader on the opposite side waved his hand, and then another truck was driven out, "Two trucks should be enough."
The captain then reluctantly said, "You must provide some people, at least the driver must provide us."
"Can."
The other side nodded, and then the two sides began to drive the prisoners onto two trucks. Then one of the trucks was driven by the captain himself, and the remaining six people were divided into two groups. One group looked after the prisoners in the first truck. , another group looked after the second vehicle.
After half an hour of tossing, the two trucks were finally loaded. Brad breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at all the prisoners lying in the trucks, as well as the three people on his side who were alone, and gently tightened his hand. rifle.
If these prisoners have evil thoughts, they will be in danger.
I just don’t know what the upper management is thinking. Even if there is a shortage of manpower, they won’t send only this few people, right
Unless you are carrying out some kind of secret mission, it is easy to be exposed when there are many people...
After thinking wildly for a while, Brad suddenly heard the conversation between the captain and the officer on the opposite side.
"You know the confidentiality of this mission, right?"
"I understand, I will deliver people to them."
"This is just one of them. The important thing is, can these people keep the secret?"
"These are the people who pick out the toughest-mouthed employees."
"That's good… "
Brad heard the conversation between the two and subconsciously looked at the captain, but saw the captain looking back at him as if he was aware of it. Brad panicked and quickly lowered his head.
"Sure enough, this operation has another purpose..."
Brad took a breath and couldn't help but start to guess who the 'they' he just heard were.
Could it be those people in North America who secretly raised black slaves? No, no way, Congress can't do that...
Could it be sold to the rebels in Angola? It shouldn’t be either…
No matter how Brad guessed, he couldn't figure out where these felons were going to be sold.
As the truck slowly started to move, Brad noticed that the vehicle was starting to head west.
Windhoek Prison itself is located in the northern suburbs of the city. It was noon this time. Although it was already midsummer, it was still extremely cool as the vehicle was running on the plain. Even the stench caused by the many prisoners gathered together in the carriage was Disappeared.
Under the cool breeze, many prisoners lay face down in the carriage and snored.
Seeing this, Brad, who was originally wary of the prisoners' riots, slowly relaxed.
Namibia, which had just recovered from the black light virus, was even more desolate than before. Brad stood on the carriage and looked out, but he could only see the endless horizon in the distance. Occasionally, there were a few quiver trees standing alone by the road. After several rounds of cleaning, Brad could still occasionally see corpses in the corner.
Those were the villagers who died on the roadside during the black light virus outbreak.
Brad sighed secretly. It seems that this country still has a long way to go before it wants to rise...
The vehicle has been driving for two hours, covering about 140 kilometers, and has entered the Namibia Ukluft National Park. In about an hour's journey, you can reach Walvis Bay on the seaside. city.
And I heard that there is a foreigner building an international city near Walvis Bay, called Life City or Science City or something.
Brad thought to himself, it's a pity that he never had the chance to go there.
But at this moment, the two trucks gradually stopped.
"Reached?"
Brad and the other two prison guards were refreshed. They looked forward, only to see that the place was still deserted, with not even a village on the roadside.
"Captain, why do we stop here?"
Before Brad could ask, the colleague next to him poked his head out of the car and asked towards the cab ahead.
"The department we are in contact with will be here soon."
But what everyone didn't expect was that the captain answered like this.
"Connect here?"
Brad looked around blankly, "But there is no prison here."
But before he could finish speaking, he heard a clicking sound coming from the distance.
Everyone subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound, and immediately saw a mighty motorcade approaching quickly from a distance on the road ahead.
In that convoy, Brad not only saw two armored vehicles and two trucks, there was even a helicopter escort above the convoy!
Is that a military convoy
Brad's eyes widened in shock, but he saw that the logo on these military vehicles was definitely not the Namibian flag, but a dark black hole...
"No, no, that's..."
"Black light technology...!"