Chapter 629: Burn yourself in the name of Ether

"Colonel Dyson, friendship belongs to friendship, and business belongs to business. With a voyage of $ 5 million, we have negotiated it!"
Wilson shook his head helplessly:
"I'm afraid I won't survive! We have limited profits, and 5 million is already our limit!"
"Dear Sir Wilson"
Colonel Dyson held the ship's rail and laughed mockingly: "Do you think I don't know your profits?"
"Your partners are Glaxo and a dozen pharmaceutical giants and many nuclear power plants."
"And each time you dispose of garbage, the remuneration you receive from major medical giants and nuclear power plants, as well as government incentives, is more than $ 100 million. But what about your costs? But a few ships, maybe less than $ 1 million. This is a profitable business! "
"And what about us? You know, there are more than 300 soldiers and seamen on this ship. They have to go through dozens of days of hard sailing, face severe weather such as tropical storms, and hateful Sodoni pirates. They are taking Life is changed for money, but the remuneration is only a few thousand dollars! "
"Colonel Dyson is worthy of being in the French Marines. I can't hide anything from you!"
Wilson smiled helplessly: "But the 'New World' renewable energy company is not me, and there are many shareholders. I am afraid that your proposal will be difficult to pass on the board!"
"They will pass! In France, and even globally, you can't find a better partner."
Diesen smiled arrogantly: "In addition, you can tell the old stubborn, if they do not agree, I will break the news to BBC, I think they are very interested in these shady!"
"You have promoted internationally that these sources of pollution have been spent by you and dealt with by high-tech methods."
"In fact, you just treat the northern Gulf of Sodoni as a dump and dump it here without any treatment."
"And this garbage is toxic medical waste, and even more terrible is nuclear waste."
"Colonel Deson, you are destroying the friendship and trust we have managed to build!"
Wilson's face froze and his anger burned, but the good education of the French gentleman made him angry.
"No, on the contrary, I have always treasured my friendship with Sir Wilson!"
Colonel Disson smiled lazily:
"If you can help me achieve my goal, I will withdraw $ 1 million each time for your escort! My understanding of friendship is very simple, that is to give my friends the best benefit! How?
"'Butcher'! Really a butcher! Really a guy who doesn't follow the rules!"
Wilson scolded secretly.
But I can only raise the goblet, a serious and authentic: "Well, toast for our friendship!"
Wow!
In front of a dozen large garbage ships, the baffles on all sides were opened, exposing the stinking, mountain-like garbage.
Several large excavators were started, a dozen-meter-long robotic arm twisted, and a huge bucket dumped piles of simply packed garbage into the blue water.
Just a few minutes later, a layer of colorful garbage floated on the surface of a dozen miles.
Disposable medical supplies, stained gauze, expired medicines, yellow nuclear waste, and unknown black oil
The clear blue water had turned black, and the waves became smooth and weak under the pressure of the thick oil film.
Half an hour later, garbage and sewage flowed along the currents into Sodoni's territorial waters and offshore areas.
The original vitality was endless, and the shoals of grass and grass were covered with a layer of black oil and garbage.
The sea fish that died due to lack of oxygen floated on them, and their grey eyes gradually stared desperately into the sky.
Seagulls and various waterbirds struggled with oil.
It's like a black sculpture made of asphalt. Only those eyes can prove that he is a living creature.
"They're here again!"
"Oh my god, these wicked demons!"
At this time, dozens of Sodoni indigenous people from nearby tribes appeared by the sea.
They were emaciated and undressed, cursing distant ships in Turkish, tearing out the seabirds with tears.
They soaked the waterbirds in the washing liquid and wanted to wash the oil off their bodies.
But this is very difficult. The slurry and feathers stick together, and the feathers fall off with oil stains.
Most of these waterbirds are still dead.
Several skinny black men with bare backs wearing flower pants, slippers, and old-fashioned rifles, danced angrily, yelling and abusing. Some fired on their ships.
But the distance between the two sides was more than ten nautical miles, far exceeding the range of the rifle.
The bullets fell less than a kilometer away and fell weakly in the boundless sea of ​​water. They couldn't be surprised at the slightest wave, and couldn't hurt Colonel Disson.
No one paid attention to them, and the garbage continued to dump.
The sea was littered with garbage and dead tuna, lobster and prawns, giving off a strong stench.
"Fake oil!"
"Facky oil mom is hot!"
The black brothers were angry, expressing their anger in the simplest English.
"This is the third time this month!"
A thin, about 13- or 4-year-old child, holding a dead seabird, cried helplessly.
Every time you wipe your tears, you leave a large dirt on your face.
He was covered with poisonous sores in thick water.
This is because seawater pollutes drinking water sources and food, making him infected with many strange diseases.
But compared to physical pain.
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Looking at the helplessness and pain of the polluted offshore that was originally regarded as a "granary" is even more painful.
"Bablo, would you fight with us?"
An old man with gray hair touched his head kindly.
It also looks like a tribal chief.
"Grand Simba, I do! I want to kill them!"
Babulu clenched his fists and gritted his teeth authentically.
"Glorious Sodoni pirates, fight with them! Guard our territorial waters and granaries!"
"Sodoni children, take action! We want to protect our suffering motherland! It will bless us at the beginning!"
Simba shouted.
With his orders, everyone immediately acted.
The young black men carried several rubber boats covered with plastic tape from the woods and put them into the water.
They jumped up and fought desperately for the pulp.
Babulu held an ancient scripture book with a portrait of Jiang Tian on the cover, raised a tattered flag, and stood straight on the head of a rubber boat headed.
The black people have not eaten food for many days, their face is black and thin, and their constitution is very weak. After a while, they pant, and their dark skin was filled with sweaty beads.
Their heartbeat was speeding up, and they slowly felt a pain, and their heart almost jumped out of their chests.
But they are not slacking off and move with all their strength.
The two white dinghy broke two white waves on the calm sea, so that the tattered national flag could also be displayed in the wind!
They said nothing, staring at the garbage-sprayed ship.
They panted and hurriedly paddled the oars. With each stroke, the rubber boat broke the waves and rushed forward more than ten meters.
Their movements are uniform and precise, like a program entering an endless loop, like a tireless machine.
In the vast expanse of sea, their little rubber boats are as small as an ant.
Ships full of garbage did not speed up or slow down, and slowly and slowly operated according to established procedures.
A pile of toxins and foul-smelling medical waste fell into the calm sea water.
Black people continue to row boats, and the anemia caused by hypoxia has made the world a black mist in their eyes.
"Children, can't you bear it?"
Simba asked in a deep voice: "Do you feel the fire in your heart is going to go out?"
He smiled like a loving father:
"If you don't want to go out, ignite yourself in the name of Ether!"
"Lit us in the name of Ether!"
The black people shouted, feeling that their blood was burning.
Grandpa Simba also picked up the oars and fought desperately.
He shouted from the sky: "Although we will die, but we want them to see our posture, we are not afraid of death!"
Although they were fully prepared, when they rushed into the fleet, they still froze, and the rubber boat only mechanically slid forward by inertia.
French boats are too big, bigger than many mountains they have seen!
The setting sun gilded the huge ship fleet.
Surrounded by warships, the black people seemed to march in an isolated basin.
In this desolate world, only the sound of their paddles echoing.
After the stunned stun passed, Simba tried his best to calm himself down, pointing at a ship that was dumping garbage, and said, "Children, it's in range, shoot!"
boom! boom! boom!
The black brothers poured out the bullets.
The bullet fired without leaving any noticeable scars on the hull.
All ships were as rocky as a tiger looking down at the ants, arrogantly motionless, and continued to dump garbage.
"Get out of the way and hit them!"
Grandpa Simba gives an order.
The rubber boat quickly backed away from the ship.
Grandpa Simba's thin body was straight, took up his rifle, and narrowed his eyes to aim.
Snapped!
A "New World" staff member fell into a pool of blood.
The crew was in chaos, reporting information to Colonel Dyson.
Colonel Disson took immediate action.
It was as if the male lion was stung by the humble ants, although it did not hurt his muscles and bones, but only caused him a little anger. But he used the slightest blow to kill the ants.
Bang!
Under the command of Disson, a ship suddenly crossed the ship's body, and a huge wave formed like a mountain.
The overwhelming waves overturned several rubber boats in an instant.
Simba, they were dragged into the deep sea, and three black brothers died of suffocation, and their bodies sank to the bottom.