Members of the Truth Society infiltrated the mines, started fights, and more or less caused some disturbance among the miners.
However, during the adjustment process under the personal guidance of Richard, these disturbances returned to normal little by little.
Then Richard carried out a lot of processing according to the plan, paving the way for the people who will face the Truth Society next.
Just like that, three days later came in the blink of an eye.
…
Three days later, late at night.
In the Shambhala uranium mine, most areas remain quiet, while a few areas are busy. Some miners are dealing with work that was not completed as planned during the day, loading numerous ores into boxes and transporting them to the processing factory at the foot of the mountain. There are also some miners, preparing for work after dawn, taking the "fire mines" shipped from the factory and filling them into the dug stone holes.
"Clatter, crash, crash!"
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Various noises sounded from time to time, spreading in all directions in the night, and then slowly dissipated.
In the distance, in a newly put into use miners' accommodation camp, in a corner room, a dozen strong men were sleeping soundly.
This is a member of a recently established demolition team, led by the most experienced demolition captain, Didak himself. At this time, these people, after a day of intense and busy work during the day, were falling into a deep sleep, trying hard to recover their physical strength, and at the same time, they were dreaming of various dreams.
A strong man in the corner was grinding his teeth, grabbing a corner of the quilt and stuffing it into his mouth. He was obviously eating something in a dream.
The muscles on the face of a strong man next to him kept twitching, as if he was having a stroke. The muscles in his whole body were tense, and the eyeballs hidden under his eyelids were shaking rapidly, looking very nervous. This is obviously a nightmare. In the dream, he is either being hunted or being collected for debts.
A strong man sleeping in the middle was different from many others. He looked very quiet, but his thighs were subconsciously clamped together and his body was swaying slightly. The head sleeping on the pillow twisted from time to time, and his brows gradually furrowed, as if he was looking for some convenient place in the dream.
try to find.
Keep looking.
After a while, the strong man's frowned brows relaxed, as if he had found a convenient place, and his whole body relaxed. The clamped legs are flattened, the gate that has been suppressed in the body is released, and the liquid that has been accumulated in the body for a long time is about to spurt out.
Seeing that the "flood" will break out in the next moment.
At this moment, the sleeping strong man suddenly realized something was wrong. He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. He found that he was sleeping on the bed and forcibly closed the gate in his body. Because he closed it too quickly, his whole body couldn't help but tremble. .
Afterwards, the strong man held his breath, quickly got out of bed, put on his clothes and shoes, and thought about running outside.
At this time, it was dark outside. Above the head, it was like a huge black cloth covering the entire sky. Only in the very far horizon, there were faint starlights shining through, as if the black cloth was damaged.
However, the strong man was not in the mood to appreciate this, so he clutched his belly and ran quickly outside the camp.
Outside the camp, two hundred meters away, there is a large toilet built, which is a place where nearly a thousand people from several nearby camps go.
That's where the strong man's goal is.
However, halfway through the run, the strong man couldn't bear it anymore. He felt that the gate in his body was about to be forcibly rushed. He quickly stopped, unbuttoned his pants, and faced the withered grass next to him.
"Wow!"
The pressure-rich liquid spurted out, roaring and spraying on the dead grass.
The expression on the strong man's face slowly changed from pain to relaxation.
"Wow, wow, wow..."
Half a minute later, the liquid was still pouring out of the strong man's body. The strong man felt that it would not end in another half minute, so he could not help but maintain his posture and turned his head to look around in boredom.
His eyes swept across the dark night sky and finally landed on the dead grass in front of him.
When he raised his eyebrows, he saw something shining slightly in the dead grass.
Um
what
The strong man took a small step forward, getting closer to the withered grass, and then he could see clearly. I saw a piece of feathers sandwiched in the withered grass, all white, like a piece of feather left by a duck or some kind of bird. What is very strange is that this feather is glowing, with a faint golden light.
Glow
The strong man was curious.
If it were normal, he would carefully pick up the feathers and observe carefully to see what was going on.
But in this late night, he was forced to wake up, his brain was a little dizzy, and his consciousness was not completely clear. Therefore, he subconsciously made an action almost without thinking.
He thrust his waist forward, controlled the liquid gushing out of his body, and poured it towards the glowing feathers.
"Wow, wow, wow..."
It was a little off and didn't get watered.
It was a little off, but still not watered.
It’s time to pour it!
After continuous efforts and fine-tuning his movements many times, the strong man finally managed to sprinkle the liquid on the feathers, with a look of victory on his face. After that, he saw that the feathers that had been doused with liquid suddenly turned red.
Um? Discolored
The strong man blinked, but before he could react, the feathers had already moved.
"call out!"
I don't know where it got the power. Under the impact of the liquid, the feather went upstream against gravity, and rushed like a needle to a place only a few centimeters away from the strong man.
After that, the feather accumulated strength and rushed into the entrance and exit of the liquid, passed through the narrow passage, and directly entered the strong man's body.
"ah!"
The strong man screamed brilliantly, but he only screamed half a cry, as if his neck was stuck and stopped.
"Plop!"
Then the strong man fell straight to the ground, grabbing a key part of his lower body with both hands, his face turned red, and his whole body began to twitch.
One pump.
Two draws.
Three draws.
…
Slowly, the strong man stopped moving.
Slowly, the strong man's face lost expression, and even the breath of life became undetectable, as if he had died.
A full five minutes passed like this.
Five minutes later, the strong man's closed eyes slowly opened, he stood up gropingly, and looked around.
Then he looked at his hands and body, his eyes a little confused.
"I..." the strong man said to himself with some uncertainty, "I am... Urus?" His name is Lusko Urus.
But as soon as he said this, the strong man shook his head violently, showing a serious expression: "No, no! I am not Lusko Urus. Huh, how can I be a poor miner? My name is Bel Chekaf!”
"Yes, I am Bell Chikafu! I am an inspector sent by Lord Gray Mist, responsible for inspecting the branches of the Southern Free Federation." The strong man nodded vigorously, his eyes brightening, "Yes, I am Bell Chikafu. Chekhov, I..."
But at the end of the sentence, the strong man's voice faltered slightly, his expression struggled a little at first, then became indifferent, and finally the corners of his mouth turned up.
"Ha!" The strong man made a disdainful voice and said in a magnetic voice that could not distinguish between male and female, "I am not Bell Chikafu!"