While Chen Chen was researching the Elysium plane, Blacklight Technology had already begun to implement a new round of layout.

With the whole of Africa in ruins, Blacklight Technology is not only planning to build a thermal power station in Windhoek, but also preparing to build a number of new factories in the industrial park of Life Science City.

And it is a military factory in cooperation with the Namibian government.

This will be the first private military qualification in Namibia.

In addition to the military industry, Chen Chen also built several new electronics factories and various machinery factories, of which the action is so big that the world has turned its attention here.

And in Namibia, just after the pandemic, many cases have begun to be investigated and held accountable, and prisoners who had escaped from prison have been re-arrested.

For a time, prisons across Namibia were on the contrary.

On this day, the third batch of felons was transferred to a "high security" prison in Windhoek, Namibia.

Considering the possibility of felons having accomplices or even robbing prisons, such transfers and transfers need to be carried out in secret.

At this time, one of the prison guards, Brad, was assembled in front of the gate of Windhoek Prison, and he was one of the prison guards who were tasked with transferring the felons.

At this time, Brad was accompanied by five other prison guards, as well as a captain-level prison guard.

"On this journey, you need to be careful and careful, and you must obey the command throughout the whole process!"

The six stood in front of the gate of Windhoek Prison with their heads held high, and in front of the six were the stern-looking captain, who straightened his waist and said loudly, "If these prisoners escape, your work will basically come to an end, understand?" ”

"Understood!"

The crowd replied with a loud voice.

"Very well, now you guys rest in place, in ten minutes, all the felons will be sent out, and then you won't have easy time."

Hearing this, everyone squatted down, gathered together, took out cigarettes and smoked.

"That's right, Captain."

Brad suddenly asked with some curiosity, "Which high-security prison are you going to transfer these felons to this time?" Is it South Lovatel Prison? ”

"What are you asking for?"

The captain glanced at Brad lightly, "It's better to ask less about these things, and when you get to your destination, you'll naturally know." ”

Brad hurriedly lowered his head.

Actually, Brad had some doubts in his heart.

Because Windhoek Prison is one of the high-security prisons, and it is also one of the best prisons in the country, as far as Brad knows, there is no tighter prison in the whole country than Windhoek Prison, and the rest are at most equal.

So, where are these felons going to be sent this time?

Brad was puzzled.

Ten minutes arrived quickly, and as the captain blew the whistle, everyone quickly stood up and patted their butts, and at the same time spit out the cigarette butts in their mouths and stood in a line.

The gates of Windhoek Prison in front of everyone were slowly opening.

After opening it, Brad's pupils suddenly shrank.

Because he saw that there were nearly fifty prisoners standing inside the prison gate, all of whom were handcuffed and anklett, with numb expressions on their faces.

"So many people?"

Several people couldn't help but murmur secretly, so many prisoners let six people on their side escort, although they knew that Namibia had just passed the crisis and was seriously understaffed, but this was too reluctant, right?

Even, a young prison guard next to Brad who had just been recruited couldn't help but tremble a little when he saw the number of prisoners in this group.

It seemed that the captain did not expect such a large number of prisoners on this trip, he frowned slightly, and looked at the prison guards and the chief who escorted these prisoners out, "Our truck can't carry so many people. ”

"It's okay, we've provided a vehicle for these prisoners."

The commander on the other side waved his hand, and then another truck was driven out, "Two trucks should be enough." ”

The captain reluctantly said, "You have to provide some people, at least the driver to us." ”

"Yes."

The other side nodded, and then the two sides began to drive the group of prisoners to two trucks, and then the captain himself drove one of the trucks, and the remaining six people were divided into two groups, one group to take care of the prisoners in the first truck, and the other group to take care of the second.

After tossing for half an hour, the two trucks were finally loaded, Brad breathed a sigh of relief, looked at all the prisoners lying in the trucks, and the three people who were alone on his side, and gently tightened the rifles in his hands.

If these prisoners have bad thoughts, their own side will be in danger.

It's just that I don't know what the upper echelons think, even if there is no shortage of manpower, it won't only send such a few people, right?

Unless you want to carry out some kind of secret mission, the kind that is easy to be exposed when there are many people......

After thinking about it for a while, Brad suddenly overheard the captain talking to the commander opposite.

"You know the secrecy of this mission, right?"

"I understand, I'll deliver people into their hands."

"It's just one of them, but the important thing is that these people can keep it a secret?"

"These are the employees who pick out the most strict mouths."

"That's good......"

Brad heard the conversation between the two and subconsciously looked at the captain, but saw that the captain actually looked back at him consciously, Brad panicked and quickly lowered his head.

"Sure enough, this operation has another purpose......"

Brad gasped and began to guess who the 'they' he had just heard were.

Could it be the people in North America who secretly raised black slaves? No, it can't, Congress can't do that......

Could it be the rebels who were sold to Angola? Shouldn't it be......

No matter how much Brad guessed, he couldn't figure out where these felons were going to sell to.

As the truck slowly started, Brad noticed that the vehicle was starting to move westward.

Windhoek Prison itself is located on the northern outskirts of the city, and although it is the height of summer, it is still extremely cool when the cars are running on the plains, and even the stench caused by the gathering of many prisoners in the carriage has disappeared.

In the cool breeze, many of the prisoners snored while lying on their stomachs in the carriage.

Seeing this, Brad, who was originally wary of these prisoners' riots, slowly relaxed.

Namibia, which had just recovered from the black light virus, was even more desolate than it had been, and Brad stood on the carriage and looked out, only to see the endless horizon in the distance, and occasionally a few quiver trees stood alone on the side of the road, even after several rounds of cleanup, Brad could occasionally see the presence of corpses in the corner.

It was a villager who died on the side of the road during the outbreak of the black light virus.

Brad sighed secretly, it seems that this country still has a long way to go if it wants to rise......

After two hours of travel, about 140 kilometers, the vehicle has entered the area of Namibnau Cluft National Park, and about an hour away, you will reach the city of Walvis Bay by the sea.

And I heard that there is also a foreigner near Walvis Bay Harbor who has built an international city here, called Life City or Science City or something.

Brad thought to himself, but unfortunately he never had a chance to go there.

But at this time, the two trucks gradually stopped.

"Have you arrived?"

Brad and the other two guards perked up, and they looked ahead, only to see that it was still deserted, and there was not even a village on the side of the road.

"Captain, why are we stopping here?"

Without waiting for Brad to ask, the colleague next to him poked his head out of the car and asked the cab in front of him.

"The department that connects us is coming soon."

But what everyone didn't expect was that the captain replied like this.

"Connector here?"

Brad looked around blankly, "But there are no prisons here." ”

But before he could finish speaking, he heard a clattering sound coming from afar.

Everyone subconsciously looked at the source of the sound, and immediately saw that on the road ahead, a huge convoy was rapidly approaching from a distance.

In that convoy, Brad not only saw two armored vehicles and two trucks, but even above the head of the convoy, there was a helicopter escort!

That's a convoy of the military?

Brad's eyes widened in shock, but he saw that the emblem on these military vehicles was not the flag of Namibia, but a pitch-black hole......

"No, no, that's ......"

"Blacklight Technology ......!"