Chapter 1511: : No Tiger in the Mountain

In the depths of the Sakai factory, countless production lines are lined up densely.
As a star-level factory, the plutonium factory needs massive resources to support its operation, so its output is very large, with dozens of types.
And most of them are things with high added value.
The most important and irreplaceable output is the core of plant power at the star level and below.
This is why the star cluster factory can be a star cluster and become the core of a star cluster.
Because of a factory, only the most important parts for upgrading can be obtained in a cluster-level factory.
Among them, there is a production line that specializes in the production of the core of the star factory. At the closest point of the Sakai factory, huge power and energy are directly output by the Sakai factory's core, while borrowing the huge pressure and gravity of the Sakai factory's core , And extremely stable space to produce a sufficiently stable production environment.
But this environment is not friendly enough for other living things.
A "snap", a whip, drew on the back of a figure lying on the ground.
With a scream, the figure flickered.
"Get up! Slacker! Trash!"
Waving the whip is a gray-skinned man with gray skin.
"Get up, get up ..." Next to him, a figure hurried over, pulling hard, pulling the figure back.
The two men supported each other and stumbled forward.
"This group of people is so rubbish, they can't do any heavy work." The gray hammer waved his whip twice in the air, and looked at his companion with a bad look. "And without a hit, I I accidentally killed both of them a few days ago, and ate the captain for a while.
"Me too ... I killed one last week. I just whipped a few whip. Previously, the slaves were all rough and thick. It was okay to hit a few times. This group of people is better. I ca n’t move for a long time, and it ’s dead when I draw more than ten whip, hey ...
The Grey Hammers missed the words that they did n’t agree with before, and they split their heads and covered their faces for a while. Gray Hammers, pumping dozens of whip without affecting the work, how exciting it is. "When can't even slaves be pumped casually? These people can't be slaves, unlike the hammermen ... yes, what's the name of this race?"
"They call themselves ... human."
"Human?" In the Grey Hammer language, the pronunciation of these two words seems very awkward.
"Yes, humans, these guys, without a word, the captain even ordered to guard them ..."
"No protection, these guys look weak and fragile, but I don't know why. They have a set of work. The production line they control, the efficiency has been improved by half a few days ago. You I also know that it is going to change the sky soon, and the above are anxious to show performance ... "The Grey Hammer looked down at his two hands," Is it because they have two hands? "
The Hammerman has only one hand, and the other hand has alienated.
"No, their hands are not particularly flexible, and their bodies are weak, but they can always turn decay into magic, which is strange ..."
The gray hammer people tilted their heads, and there seemed to be something they didn't understand.
They probably don't understand the knowledge system developed on the earth, the ability to summarize, refine, coordinate and collaborate.
As they said, the people of the Earth are far less capable of doing things than the Nazis, and they are far less powerful than these races, but their ability to refine and summarize their experience is incomparable to these races.
Whether it is improving the process or improving efficiency, they are all good at it.
It is only a matter of time, from making a thing in the laboratory to mass production.
This ability is unthinkable by other races.
Unfortunately, they are just slaves.
Their ability cannot be released even one percent. The reason for improving efficiency is simply because ... their physical fitness is too weak. If it is not improved, I am afraid they will be exhausted here.
The two men holding each other stumbled forward.
The one who was whipped, about forty years old, was full of blood. If you look closely, you can see that he is wearing a suit that is dirty and shabby to almost no color.
The suit used to fit perfectly, but at this time, it hung empty on him, dangling.
The leather shoes on his feet, which are also carved patent leather, are very delicate, but at this time they have worn away the original colors.
The man who helped him was, strictly speaking, already an old man, about sixty years old, and he was very thin, but his spirit was very good, his eyes were brilliant, and he looked nothing like this age.
It can be seen that these two people are not like ordinary people, but at this moment, their identities are just "slaves".
It is not the ideals, the responsibility, the sense of accomplishment that governs them, but the whip and pain.
They are desperately trying to escape, those foremen and guards with whip.
"Are you okay, can you insist?"
"I can insist ... hiss ... let's go! These assholes, beat people to death!"
The two stumbled to the corner, then collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.
The gravity here is much heavier than that on the earth. It is generally strenuous to walk several times when carrying loads. After so long, their bodies and bones have been deformed in many places.
Here, you can lie down and never sit, you can sit and never stand.
Under the dim light, two people looked at each other.
After a while, the 60-year-old man looked at the middle-aged man in front of him: "Have we met before?"
"We have been co-workers in recent days."
"No, I mean, on earth." The old man said.
"Earth ...?" It seemed a long time before middle-aged people searched the word out of their minds.
How long have you left the earth?
In the factory, the light is dim, there is no rising sun, no change of seasons, and some are only icy floors, gloomy light, and colder supervisors.
He even forgot what the earth looked like.
"Earth ... I'm on earth, it seems a little bit more accomplished ..." Middle-aged humane, "My name is Brolin."
"Sure enough, Mr. Brolin, we did meet."
"you are?"
"My surname is Zhou, and I work in Virtual City, and we have met at a meeting."
"Zhou ..." Brolin looked at the old man years ago, thinking about it for a long time, but his brain was already stagnant, and his back pain made it difficult for him to concentrate.
"Zhou Xiangan."
Brolin still shook his head.
"Forget it, you don't want to remember it." Zhou Xiangan smiled, "Let's go, I help you go back."
The daily journey to and from work is so far away, especially in this gravity environment.
I don't know how many times they have walked this way, but this time they are still exhausted.
Finally returned to the place of residence.
If the old bang is here, it will be found that the place where these people live is like a volcanic factory, the densely packed rooms like a hive, cold, without the slightest temperature, and without any privacy at all.
Such a room is commonly called "lattice" because there is nothing to describe.
More than a dozen slaves crowded in the same grid, the air was turbid and dirty.
The only benefit is that the food supply is adequate.
No matter what kind of creature, as long as it is not full, there is no strength to work.
The owners of the factory understand this very well.
Just food is enough to keep you full, and delicious things like this don't exist.
Every slave has a food box. They put their food box in a box outside the door every day, and when they return, they can receive a day's food.
After bringing Brolin back to the ground, Zhou Xiangan looked around and said, "Lao Zhang, you know medicine, help Mr. Brolin look at the wound."
A man in his fifties, the same thin, sad face, came over in silence to help Brolin manage the wound.
Zhou Xiang'an got up and walked outside the door. He opened the box and glanced at it suddenly. "Well, what about my food container? Who helped me get it back?"
Everyone was silent and didn't speak.
Only then did Zhou Xiang'an find that the atmosphere in today's grid is extremely depressed.
"What happened? What happened?"
"Just now ... the guys from the dirt dog group came ..." The old man who helped Brolin deal with his body raised his head and whispered.
"What? They're here again? What do they want ?!" Zhou Xiang'an was furious.
"They asked us to hand over three servings of food a day, a labor force ... and then ... took three servings directly from the box and left ..."
"What? These bastards, what do they want to do ?!" Zhou Xiangan angered. "It's such a time, human beings are not yet helping each other, supporting each other, and oppressing each other. What are they doing!"
The real name of the "Dog Gang" is actually called "Hou Xing Gang", and the full name is "Post-Era Human Renaissance Gang". Its purpose is to revive the post-human era.
The dirt dog gang is a scornful name for everyone.
Because they are like a bunch of dirt dogs, they can only bark on the streets of the countryside.
Their range of activities is the nearest streets, and the members are mostly young and strong people.
"The bastards, I'll look for them!" Zhou Xiangan was furious and turned to go out.
The approach of this group of people is simple to say, but it is actually very effective.
If you want to control the crowd, you must control the demand. In this kind of place, it is estimated that there is only one type of food. If there is no shortage of food, if you want to control the food, you must artificially create a shortage.
In fact, in human history, this is often the case.
Obviously, everyone has enough food to concentrate their dominance in the hands of some people, so they have to be obediently controlled and obedient.
In addition to food, the "labor force" they require is even more deadly.
In the factory, the other races worked hard almost all year round.
But humans ca n’t do it. At the beginning of the chain rotation, a large number of people were exhausted, and the work efficiency dropped significantly.
Later, some human leaders, struggling with their lives, negotiated with the supervisors and got a "rest day". As a reward, they increased their efficiency to the point where the supervisors were stunned.
However, this kind of rest is also very extravagant, and each person's turn takes about ten days.
People can have a chance to recover after a heavy burden, or after an overdraft.
This is a rare rest day, allowing most humans to survive the most difficult moments and slowly get used to the current environment.
However, the people who help the dogs ask each grid to contribute a labor force, the goal is very simple, that is, to let these people work for themselves, they can save their own power, and have more power to oppress others.
In this way, everyone's work is back to before the rest day.
This approach is not just bullying, this is simply killing people!
Zhou Xiang'an is the spiritual leader on this street.
Many times, he stood up and presided over justice.
Seeing Zhou Xiang'an going out, several slaves hurriedly stopped him: "Lao Zhou, don't go!"
"Yesterday they almost killed the old Li next door. Those who killed you will kill you!"
"Yes, the food is enough. I have a small amount of food. Let's just mix it up."
"A break or something ... at least a break ... now the workload is less, much better than before."
"You're going now, you must be dying in vain. Those are all young people who don't care what they do ..."
Zhou Xiangan is a very righteous person, but he is not reckless.
Persuaded by everyone, he sat down with a sigh, staring at the ceiling, desperately thinking of a solution.
Don't let these people succeed!
Since ancient times, evil has not been overwhelmed, and these young people must not be so arrogant!
There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are king!
If it were on earth, I have a hundred ways to throw you into prison!
But here is not the earth.
"Asshole, when Xiaozhuang comes to save us, we can't spare them!" Zhou Xiangan finally clenched his fists and shook his head hard.
Everyone was silent.
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However, I don't know how far this is. There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are king!
If it were on earth, I have a hundred ways to throw you into prison!
But here is not the earth.
"Asshole, when Xiaozhuang comes to save us, we can't spare them!" Zhou Xiangan finally clenched his fists and shook his head hard.
Everyone was silent.
They all knew who the "Xiaozhuang" was in Zhou Xiangan's mouth.
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However, I don't know how far this is. That's not far from Zhuang.
However, I don't know how far this is.