Huvalgan River.

As far as the eye can see, there is a large desert, all kinds of weathered sand and gravel, forming a thousand strange conglomerates, and a riverbed about ten meters wide, meandering like a big snake.

On the south bank of the riverbed, a few hundred meters away from the riverbed, there are rows of factory buildings, surrounded by barbed wire, enclosing the factory area.

This is the Burgess soap factory.

And in the dry riverbed, if you look down from the sky, you can see ants busy.

Every ant is a person.

The mining method they adopted was very simple, there were no large excavation machines, that is, they used basic tools to dig aimlessly, digging large pits, washing the soil mixed with obvious sand and gravel in a pond not far away, first screening out the ore particles, and then sorting and screening them manually.

The hundreds of workers who were busy were sweating like rain, but none of them dared to stop and take a lazy rest.

On the banks of the riverbed, there were patrolling soldiers, armed with rifles.

There were also several wooden pillars, erected on the banks of the river, on which were tied to a corpse that had long since been shriveled up, and above the wooden pillars vultures stopped, oblivious to the workers not far away, pecking at the corpses greedily.

If they are lazy and run away, these people will be their fate.

"Kurati."

When the two workers were at a staggered time, one of them spoke out and shouted in a low voice.

The other person will understand.

This worker named Kurati was in his twenties, a black man, and although his body was shriveled and emaciated, it was obvious that his body was not as thin as he looked when he carried a basket full of mud and sand.

Kurati glanced at the patrolling soldier without a trace, took the shovel, walked over to the voicer, and dug up.

"Rocío has gotten the key to the weapons storehouse." The man whispered.

A glint of joy flashed in Kurati's eyes, and when he saw a patrol soldier walk in, he hurriedly left a word and walked away.

"Let's do it tonight."

This is what Kurati said.

……

In the evening, after a very humble dinner, more than a dozen soldiers drove Kurati and others back to the resting camp.

Hundreds of people in Kurati live in prefabricated houses enclosed with barbed wire, ventilated on all sides, and the desert nights are very cold, and people fall ill every day because of excessive labor and insufficient food.

Hundreds of people, like pigs and sheep in the pen, slept on rows of simple beds made of wooden planks, dirty bedding, all kinds of foul smells, filled together, making people smell sick.

On the outskirts of the camp, locked with iron gates, soldiers guarded every day.

Today's guard was called Wade, and he was huddled in his board room, and he and another companion were watching the DVD with great interest.

Their boss brings a lot of novelties from abroad.

For example, this DVD player, as well as all kinds of movie discs.

Wader likes to watch Pirates of the Caribbean the most, watching it over and over again, never getting bored, and whenever Elizabeth Swan appears, he will shout excitedly, leaning in front of the screen, and carefully watching the big waves of the pair of white flowers.

In the dark barracks, hundreds of people, all of whom were not sleeping, gathered in front of the gate of the barracks, watching a thin black man busy in front of the door.

This skinny black man is Roccio, who has only been arrested for three months, is a native of Cindy's Town, and used to be a thief, but here, his ability to pick locks and steal has become an ability that Curati values and entrusts him with important tasks.

Rossio didn't disappoint Curati either, and just this morning, he managed to steal the key to the weapons store.

There is a separate building in the factory area, which is an arsenal and stores a lot of weapons.

Kurati wanted to escape, he thought about it the day he was caught, but he knew very well that they had no weapons, so they fled rashly, and they were just sent to death in vain.

He waited patiently, and when he convinced everyone, he waited for Roccio.

Today, Kurati can't wait, he yearns for the outside world, even if it is a more bloody and cruel world, but what he breathes is the air of freedom.

Rocío stabbed the iron lock on the barracks door with a piece of wire, quietly pushed the door open, and under the leadership of Kurati, several people crept towards the guard's board room.

Let's deal with these two guards first.

At this time, many of the guards were resting, and there had never been a run of escapes before, so the guards did not think about this aspect either, giving Kurati a chance to escape.

Kurati gestured to his companion with a look in his eyes.

The men who acted were the strongest of the workers, and they were going to kill all two guards in an instant.

Through the window of the prefabricated room, Kurati sneaked a peek inside the house.

One of the guards dozed off on his bed, while the other stared intently at the television.

Golden opportunity!

Kurati made a gesture of action, and in an instant, five people rushed into the house like a gust of wind.

The two men threw themselves at the dozing guards on the bed, and Kurati took the lead, covering Wad's mouth with one hand, and with the other, quickly pulled out a simple dagger made of iron and plunged it into Wad's neck.

Blood was rushing wildly, and the artery was punctured, Wad's body twitched wildly, but he didn't have any strength to fight back, his eyes rolled up, and the last thing that appeared in his sight was Kurati's blood-spattered face.

On the TV, Captain Jack's sword is pointed at the sea and the sails are raised, which is the classic pirate soundtrack.

The other guard also died very simply, and in his sleep, without even struggling, he was cut off by two workers.

"Arsenal!"

The warm blood on his face irritated Kurati, making his eyes a little bloodshot and red, and he whispered to his companion.

Not only do they have to escape, but they also have to fight back, using the enemy's weapons, killing all the people in the factory and destroying this evil factory.

……

Barbed wire, two hundred meters away, more than a dozen people, through the night, quietly approached.

It was Lizova and her party.

Everyone was dressed in full gear, American, real goodies, camouflage combat uniforms, bulletproof vests, bulletproof helmets, night vision goggles, sling carry-on.

The weapons haven't changed, they're all Louie's modified products.

However, this set of equipment is enough to increase their combat effectiveness by thirty percent, and before coming, Yang Tian asked Jace to find a relationship and bought it at a large price.

Lizova, who was at the forefront, made a gesture to stop, and more than a dozen people quickly stopped, each looking for a lurking cover position.

"There are personnel activities in the factory area." Lizova whispered to Pellokov beside her.

When it came to the operation, only Pellokov was qualified to discuss tactics with Lizova.

With the help of night vision goggles, Pellokov also noticed a large number of active people in the factory area.

"There were too many people, but it looked like they weren't carrying weapons, and they were supposed to be workers." In Pelokov's view, the workers were running in groups towards a house in the depths of the factory.

Lizova also noticed this situation, frowned slightly, and said: "It seems that the workers have planned to escape, but there is an arsenal in the direction they are going." ”

As he was talking, a loud gunshot suddenly came from the direction of the factory.

The sound of this gunshot, as if it had exploded, suddenly burst into chaos in the factory area.

The gunshots rang out, and they didn't stop, and in the night vision goggles, it can be seen that many people rushed out of the factory in a panic, shouting and shooting, holding weapons and shooting at the scattered workers.

"Go around to the rear and attack." Lizova soon saw the fighters, and the guards of the plant, attracted by the fleeing workers, gave them just the opportunity to outflank them from the rear.

Pellokov did not refuse, and the group, diving into the night, marched towards the rear of the factory.

……

In the factory office, Boggs was suddenly awakened by the sound of gunshots.

The woman in her arms let out a scream.

An irritated Boggs kicked the woman under the bed.

"What's wrong?"

The black man who drove him rushed into the room, and Boggs asked with a sinking face.

The black man was on his upper body, apparently just woken up, and said urgently: "It's those damn workers who somehow ran out of the camp." ”

Boggs breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew his hand that had reached under the pillow.

"Tell Depp, don't kill everyone, I don't want to waste time and effort trying to catch workers." Boggs instructed and waved the black man away.

"Damn it!" Boggs muttered under his breath, his attention falling on the safe at the head of the bed, his gaze cloudy.

……

Kurati was very annoyed, his luck was really bad.

A guard who came out to pee happened to bump into them, and he was extremely unlucky.

More than 200 workers fled in all directions, some hiding in the barracks, some climbing over the barbed wire, and some rushing towards the factory gates.

At the same time as the gun rang out, Rocío, who was following behind Curati, fell to the ground, and unfortunately, the guard's random shot directly burst Rocío's neck.

There was no time to mourn the unfortunate Roccio, Curati quickly took out the key to the arsenal from Rocío and rushed to the arsenal sixty meters away.

Now they are unarmed, and only when they get their weapons can they fight back.

There are many people who think the same way as Kurati, there are dozens of them, but the distance of sixty meters has become a death zone.

One by one, the guards appeared, guns in hand, and fired at them frantically.

A man fell behind Kurati, but he didn't let him slow down a step, the dead man, he had seen too much, he had long been numb.

In a group of guards, a big man held an M60, bullets were like tongues of fire, spraying wildly, and the workers who had climbed over the barbed wire in the distance fell to the ground one by one, screaming even more than the gunshots.

"Depp, the boss told you, don't kill all the workers." By the time the blacks found the big man, the massacre had been going on for half a minute.

According to rough estimates, twenty or thirty workers were killed.

Depp shouted excitedly, the thrill of slaughtering people, he couldn't stop at all.

"Don't bother me!" With a loud roar, he shook off the black man's arm, and turned his gun to Kurati and his group, who were about to rush to the arsenal.

These stupid guys, don't run away quickly, what are you going to do there.

But just as Depp was about to pull the trigger, a bullet passed through the right side of his mouth without warning, and came through it, and the huge lethality of the bullet made half of his face collapse.

The black man was dumbfounded, shook into a sieve, screamed, and hid in the factory.

Dull gunshots rang out one after another, and one by one the guards fell.

It wasn't until the five guards fell that they realized that an enemy was attacking them.

No one paid any attention to the fleeing workers, and one by one they all found shelter and fired aimlessly in the direction where the gunfire came.

In the office, Boggs walked irritably, waiting for the results.

The non-stop gunfire outside made it impossible for him to accurately predict what was going on.

It was then that he suddenly noticed a change in the sound of the gunshot.

It was the rhythmic sound of gunfire exchanged with each other.

His face changed slightly, and the black man also rushed to the door of the office, shouting in a panic: "Boss, someone is attacking us, Depp is dead, many people are dead!" ”

His shouting was not without exaggeration, but it was enough for Boggs to wake up what had happened.

The escape of the workers was an accident, but the fact that someone is attacking them now represents a lot of things.

His face changed again and again, and Boggs rushed to the safe, quickly entering the code.

There was no cash or gold inside, just stacks of papers, passport books with different colors of covers.

Dragging through a tin trash can, Boggs swept the documents, along with various notebooks, into the trash can and lit it.

There were a lot of documents, the flame was small, it burned very slowly, and Boggs also saw sweat on his forehead, and he was in a hurry.

The black man stepped forward for some reason, and he didn't understand why the boss didn't run away, but instead burned a pile of papers that he had never seen.

Pile upon pile of papers, Boggs burned them for five minutes, and after making sure that all the documents had been reduced to ashes, he drew his pistol from under his pillow.

"Boss, let's go quickly!" The black man was also in a hurry to sweat profusely, urging Boggs several times.

The gunfire outside was getting weaker and weaker, but Boggs knew that it was not a good sign, because he could hear that the gunshots close to him were constantly disappearing, and the gunshots in the distance were gradually approaching.

"Yes, we're leaving, but I'm leaving!" Boggs turned to the black man, raised his gun abruptly, and shot the black man in the head for a moment of astonishment.

The girl behind her, cowering in the corner, let out a scream, and without looking back, Boggs shot her twice.

"Damn it!" Boggs cursed again and rushed out of the office.

His speed was surprisingly swift and athletic.

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