In the depths of the thallium factory, countless production lines are densely arranged.

As a cluster-level factory, the thallium factory needs massive resources to support its operation, so its output is very large, there are dozens of kinds.

Moreover, most of them are things with high added value.

And its most important and irreplaceable output is the power core of the factory at the stellar level and below.

This is also the reason why the cluster-level factory can be cluster-level and become the core of a star cluster.

Because a factory, only in a cluster-level factory, can you get the most important components for upgrading.

Among them, there is a production line specializing in the production of the power core of the stellar factory, at the closest to the core of the thallium factory, the huge power and energy are directly output by the core of the thallium factory, and at the same time, the huge pressure and gravity at the core of the thallium factory, as well as the extremely stable space, can produce a stable enough production environment.

But this environment is completely unfriendly to other creatures.

There was a "snap", a whip sound, and it was whipped on the back of a figure lying on the ground.

With a scream, the figure suddenly opened its skin.

"Get up! Slacker! Litter! ”

Wielding the whip was a gray-skinned Greyhammer man.

"Get up, get up and ......" Next to him, a figure hurriedly ran over, pulling the figure that was bleeding from his back up.

The two men supported each other and stumbled forward.

"These people are such rubbish that they can't do any heavy work." The Greyhammer man waved his whip twice more in the air, and looked at his companion next to him with an unhappy expression, "And I didn't beat them at all, I accidentally killed them a few days ago, and I also ate the captain for a while." ”

"Me too...... I also killed one last week, I just smoked a few whips, those slaves in the past, all have rough skin and thick meat, a few beats are fine, this group of people is good, one whip can not move for half a day, more than ten whips will die, tsk...... "The Gray Hammer people miss the previous disagreement, and when they split their heads and covered their faces for a while, those Hammer People, the Sunrians, and even their own compatriots Gray Hammer people, smoke dozens of whips without affecting their work, how cool it is to smoke." "When can't even slaves be smoked? These people can't be slaves, unlike the hammermen...... By the way, what's the name of this race? ”

They call themselves ...... Mankind. ”

"Humans?" In the language of the Grey Hammer people, the pronunciation of these two words seems very awkward.

"Yes, it's humans, these guys, without beating them at all, the captain even ordered to protect them......"

"It's not okay if you don't protect it, these guys look weak and untouchable, but I don't know why, they have a set of work, the production line they are in charge of, a few days ago, the efficiency has increased by half. You know, it's about to change the sky, and the people above are in a hurry to show their performance......" The Greyhammer looked down at his two hands, "Is it because they have two hands?" ”

The hammerman has only one hand, and the other hand has been alienated.

"No, their hands aren't particularly flexible, and their bodies don't have much strength, but they can always turn decay into magic, it's strange......"

The Greyhammers tilted their heads, as if there was something they didn't understand.

They probably don't understand the knowledge systems that have developed on Earth, the ability to summarize, refine, cooperate, and collaborate.

As they said, the hands-on ability of the earthlings is far inferior to that of the Sunrians, and their strength is far inferior to that of these races, but their ability to refine and sum up experience is not comparable to these races.

Whether it's improving processes or improving efficiency, it's their forte.

It is only a matter of time before something is made in the laboratory and mass-produced.

This kind of ability is unimaginable to other races.

It's a pity that they are just slaves.

Their ability cannot be unleashed even one percent, and the reason why they improve their efficiency is only because...... Their physical fitness is too weak, and if they don't improve, I'm afraid they will all die of exhaustion here.

The two men who were supporting each other stumbled forward.

One of the whipped men, probably in his forties, was covered in blood, and if you looked closely, you could see that he was wearing a suit that was so dirty and shabby that it was barely authentic.

The suit used to fit perfectly, but at this time, it hung empty on his body, dangling.

The leather shoes on his feet are also carved patent leather, which are very delicate, but at this time they have long been worn out of their original color.

The person who was supporting him was strictly speaking, already an old man, about sixty years old, he was also very thin, but his spirit was very good, his eyes were shining, and he didn't look like a person of this age at all.

It can be seen that these two people do not look like ordinary people, but at this moment, their identities are just "slaves".

What governs them is not ideals, responsibilities, and fulfillments, but whips and pain.

It was they desperately trying to escape, the overseers and guards with whips.

"Are you alright, can you hold on?"

"I can hold on...... Hiss...... Let's go! These bastards, don't kill people! ”

The two men stumbled into the corner, then collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.

The gravity here is much heavier than on the earth, and it is generally difficult to walk with several times the weight, and after such a long time, their bodies and bones have been crushed into some deformation in many places.

Here, you can lie down and never sit, and you can sit and never stand.

In the dim light, the two men looked at each other.

After a while, the old man of about sixty years old looked at the middle-aged man in front of him: "Have we met somewhere?" ”

"We've all been co-workers for the last few days."

"No, I mean, on Earth." The old man said.

"...... Earth?" It seems that it took a long time for middle-aged people to search for the word in their heads.

How long has it been since you left Earth?

In the factory, the light is dim, there is no sunrise and sunset, no change of seasons, only cold floors, gloomy light, and colder overseers.

He almost forgot what the Earth was like.

"Earth...... I'm on Earth, and I seem to have a bit of accomplishments......" the middle-aged human, "My name is Brolin. ”

"Sure enough, Mr. Brolin, we did."

"Who are you?"

"My surname is Zhou, I work in Xucheng, and we met at a meeting."

"Zhou ......" Brolin looked at the old man years ago and thought for a long time, but his brain was already sluggish, and the pain in his back made it difficult for him to concentrate.

"Zhou Xiang'an."

Brolin shook his head.

"Forget it, if you can't think of it, you won't want to." Zhou Xiangan smiled, "Let's go, I'll help you go back." ”

The journey to and from work every day is so far away, especially in this gravity environment.

They have walked this road I don't know how many times, but after walking this time, they are still exhausted.

I finally returned to my place of residence.

If Old Bang is here, you will find that the place where these people live is like a volcanic factory, a dense beehive room, cold, without the slightest temperature, and there is no privacy at all.

Such a room is habitually called "lattice", because there is nothing else to describe.

More than a dozen slaves, crammed into the same cell, the air was muddy and dirty.

The only good thing is that the food supply is quite sufficient.

No matter what kind of creature it is, as long as it is not full, it has no strength to work.

Factory owners are well aware of this.

It's just that food is only filling, and there is no such thing as good food.

Every slave had a food box, and every day they put their food box in a box outside the door, and when they returned, they could receive a day's food.

Moved Brolin back and put it on the ground, Zhou Xiangan looked left and right, and said, "Lao Zhang, you know medical skills, help Mr. Brolin take care of the wound." ”

A man in his fifties, as thin as he was, with a sad face, walked over in silence to help Brolin treat his wounds.

Zhou Xiangan got up, walked outside the door, opened the box and took a look, and was stunned: "Hey, where is my food box?" Did anyone help me get it back? ”

Everyone was silent and did not speak.

Zhou Xiangan found that in today's grid, the atmosphere is extremely depressing.

"What's going on? What happened? ”

"Just now...... The guys from the Earth Dog Gang are here......" Lao Zhang, who helped Brolin deal with his body, raised his head and whispered.

"What? Here they go again? What do they want?! Zhou Xiangan was furious when he heard this.

"They asked us to hand over three portions of food a day, a laborer...... And then...... Took three portions of food straight from the box and walked away......"

"What? These bastards, what the hell are they trying to do?! Zhou Xiangan shouted angrily, "It's time like this, human beings don't help each other, support each other, and oppress each other, what are they going to do!" ”

The real name of the "Earth Dog Gang" is actually called the "Houxing Gang", the full name is the "Revival Gang in the Post-Human Era of the Earth", and its purpose is the revival of Yunyun in the post-human era.

The Earth Dog Gang is everyone's contempt for them.

Because they are like a pack of dirt dogs, they can only bark wildly in the streets of the countryside.

Their range of activity is the nearest few streets, and the members are mostly a group of young and vigorous people.

"These bastards, I'm going to find them!" Zhou Xiangan was furious, turned around and was about to go out.

The approach of this group of people, which is simple to say, is actually very effective.

If you want to control the crowd, you have to control the demand. In such a place, the demand is estimated to be only one type of food, and if there is no shortage of food, if you want to control food, you must artificially create a shortage.

In human history, in fact, many times, this has been the case.

Obviously, everyone has enough food to eat, but if the dominance is concentrated in the hands of a certain number of people, it has to be obediently controlled and obedient.

And in addition to food, the "labor" they demanded was even more deadly.

In the factory, the rest of the race, almost all year round, worked hard.

But human beings can't, the initial continuous rotation has exhausted a large number of people, and the work efficiency has dropped significantly.

Later, some of the leaders of the human race, risking their lives, negotiated with the overseers and received "rest days", and in return, they increased their efficiency to the point that the overseers were jaw-dropping.

It's just that this kind of rest is also very luxurious, and everyone can only take their turn once in about ten days.

It allows people to have a chance to recover after a heavy burden, or after an overdraw.

It was this rare day off that allowed most of humanity to survive the most difficult moments and slowly get used to the current environment.

But the people of the Earth Dog Gang require each grid to contribute a labor force, and the goal is very simple, that is, let these people work for themselves, and they themselves can save their strength, and have more power to bully other people.

In this way, the work that everyone had to bear is back to what it was before having a day off.

This kind of practice is not just oppression, it is simply human life!

Zhou Xiangan is the spiritual leader of this street.

Many times, it was he who stood up and upheld justice.

Seeing that Zhou Xiangan was about to go out, several slaves hurriedly stopped him: "Old Zhou, don't go!" ”

"Yesterday, they almost beat Lao Li next door to death, those bastards will beat you to death if you go!"

"That's right, the food or something, it's enough to eat, I have a small amount of food, let's just mix it out."

"Rest or something...... At least get a break...... Now the workload is also smaller, and it is much better than before. ”

"If you go now, you will definitely die in vain, those bastards are all young people who are messing around, and they don't have a serious ......."

Zhou Xiangan is a person with a very sense of justice, but he is not reckless.

Under the persuasion of the crowd, he sighed and sat down, staring at the ceiling, desperately thinking of a way in his mind.

These people can't be allowed to get away with it!

Since ancient times, evil does not prevail over good, and these young people cannot be so arrogant!

There are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkeys are kings!

If you were on Earth, there would be a hundred ways to throw you in prison!

It's just that this is not the earth.

"Bastard, when Xiaozhuang comes to save us, we will definitely not spare them!" In the end, Zhou Xiangan could only clench his fists and shake vigorously.

Everyone was silent.

They all know who the "Xiaozhuang" in Zhou Xiangan's mouth is.

That's not far from Zhuang.

However, can Zhuang Beiyuan really come to save them?

It's an unknown distance from Earth.

Everyone was silent.

seemed to know what everyone was thinking, Zhou Xiangan cheered for everyone: "Don't worry, Xiaozhuang will definitely come, I believe him, in this world, nothing can help this child!" ”

That's what it was when you were on Earth.

The same is true now.

How many difficulties have you survived?

"Yes, it will come to our rescue."

Someone whispered in agreement.

Even though they didn't believe it.

But they have to say this, believe so.

Because they have no other beliefs than that.

Once a person loses his faith, how can he live?

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