With the promotion of olefin-3 polymer materials in various countries around the world, the demand for crude oil has increased sharply.

Companies in various countries have invested heavily in oil extraction, and the scale of global crude oil production has reached new highs.

The application of olefin-3 polymer materials is too extensive, after mastering the relevant extraction technology, most of the materials on the market are replaced by olefin-3 polymer materials related to composite materials, coupled with the high-efficiency printing of large-scale extraction equipment of industrial-grade 3D printers for assembling large-scale production lines, the current olefin-3 polymer material extraction demand for crude oil has been about to catch up with the total demand for crude oil from conventional energy in the past.

The price of international crude oil began to fall from the initial decline in demand expectations, and suddenly came to a V-shaped reversal, and now it has once exceeded 120M yuan a barrel, even if OPEC+ held two meetings to announce an increase in crude oil production, it still can't resist the momentum of rising crude oil prices.

At this time, the Iranian-Polish countries in Central Asia could not sit still, because of the sanctions, the Iranian-Polish countries could not sell the crude oil produced in their own countries at the international market price, and they could not use M yuan to settle oil transactions.

In the international market, all oil is exchanged for M yuan, which itself is a core component of country M's hegemony, but due to sanctions, the Iranian-Polish countries are unable to trade oil through conventional channels, so a large number of oil trade black markets have been generated.

The Epoch-Wave countries have the largest oil and gas reserves in the world, and the oil produced in the region is of high quality, which is more suitable for olefin-3 extraction, and many pure crude oil importing countries resell crude oil through the black market of oil trade, which undoubtedly exacerbates the chaos in the region.

In order to maintain crude oil exports and earn foreign exchange, the Iranian-Polish countries sell a large number of their own crude oil at low prices, and 120M yuan a barrel of crude oil in the international market can be bought on the black market for only about 50M yuan, and most of the profits are occupied by local armed forces.

The Ebano-Persian countries themselves are extremely volatile political environments, which are naturally hotbeds for the development of armed forces, and due to extremely closed foreign exchange policies, these regions still use extremely primitive oil extraction technology and rely purely on the cheap labor of the people to obtain profits, so the people in various regions have protested one after another.

Not only the Ip-Persian countries, but also other countries with frequent foreign exchanges, because of the abundant oil and gas resources, the productivity of enterprises here is very slow to change, and the willingness to use new equipment is very low, and most of them still use primitive oil extraction technology, through high oil sales prices and the cheap labor of the people at the bottom to obtain huge profits.

As the protests of the people in the Ip-Persian countries intensified, the local armed forces also began to carry out brutal annexation actions, taking advantage of the turmoil of the popular protests to strengthen their own power.

In this land where there are various faiths in itself, between people, between forces, and between countries, perhaps simply because the gods of faith are surprised, they raise their bloody butcher's knives and slash at their neighbors.

In response, the incompetent Ibo government chose the most brutal method: bloody repression.

On the one hand, the Iraqi-Polish government used local armed forces to expand the scale of trade in the black market and earn huge foreign exchange reserves, and on the other hand, it sent troops to assist local armed forces in suppressing the rebellious people, and a large number of armed soldiers were sent to the streets, using machine guns to strafe the resisting people, throwing tear gas on the protesters, imposing an extremely strict curfew policy, and anyone who left the house at 10 o'clock at night would be arrested and severely tortured.

Faced with well-armed government troops, the unarmed Ibo people began to flee to foreign countries, and a large number of homeless people walked alone to the border, desperately climbing over the fence of the border and fleeing to a foreign land.

The influx of refugees in the surrounding area has made social security a thorny issue.

Unable to obtain local identity and regular jobs, these refugees have no choice but to live on the streets, while some have chosen to steal or rob, leaving the local population in dire straits.

And those who control the social resources of the upper class are indifferent to these social problems, these people control almost all the social resources, and still live a life of dogs and horses in the turbulent society, and the huge gap between the rich and the poor has provoked sharp social contradictions.

Chaos began to spread from the Ipbo countries, and even crossed the Ural River at one point.

The northern part of the Ural River is the richest region in the world, where the first and second industrial revolutions were carried out, where the colonists completed the most primitive capital accumulation through the slave trade, and are now generally a high-welfare social state.

Although there are huge political and social differences between these countries, without exception, they all hate refugees!

The influx of refugees will directly or indirectly affect their social welfare, the increase in population will make competition more intense, and the accelerated use of fiscal funds will directly increase government tax revenues, either of which is unacceptable to them.

"Get those grease scum back south of the Urals!"

Demonstrations gathered in front of the government, and countless people took to the streets to hold up signs and shout.

This frightened the parliamentarians, the will of the people was a matter of votes, and no political actor could easily ignore the opinion of the voters, and the north bank of the Ural River was cordoned off overnight, and the Joint Committee urgently dispatched 30,000 troops to the riverbank, and any refugees who came close to the cordon were to be driven out.

An emergency meeting of the Joint Committee was immediately convened.

Regardless of whether they are members of the O League or not, they have chosen to participate in the joint meeting very tacitly, and as a geographical whole, sometimes the tacit political agreement is more effective than any contract.

"We have to isolate them from us completely, they have affected our safety." The leaders of the Italian-Pacific countries are particularly anxious, and they are too close to the Ib-Wave countries.

As a peninsular country, the long coastline cannot be cordoned at all, and the day before the meeting, the local armed forces of the Ib-Polish countries once drove speedboats to the north shore of the Black Sea in order to arrest the fleeing people, and the machine guns even hit the coastline of the Italian-Pacific countries.

Members of the southern part of the O alliance have supported the views of the leaders of the Italian Pacific countries.

They are too close to the Ipbo countries!

Close enough that a medium-range missile can smash through the national border, and no one wants their citizens to be eating at their own dinner table one day, and suddenly a missile will blow through the ceiling, and that place that produces madmen can do anything.

"Build a wall! We must build a high wall in the south to protect our people from the threat of life, as we did in country M. "The leaders of the country of Lancy provided a fresh idea for the members who attended.

Soon, a wall ten meters high and three meters thick was built at 30 degrees north latitude, separating the entire continent from two different worlds.

This high wall, made of olefin-3 polymer composites, completely obscures the eyes of the two worlds.

The world in the north is warm and bright.

The world of the South is cruel and absurd.

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Amat, a blacksmith from the Ipbo nation.

The family of five lives in a small village in southern Ibo, where a large oil field controlled by armed forces extracts large quantities of oil every day, and Amat's father, who is also a blacksmith, relies on his father's blacksmith shop to make a small profit to support his wife and two daughters, who are only four or five years old.

He relied on the skills his father taught him to smelt the crude steel, barely enough to meet the requirements of the armed forces to exploit the oil fields, and became one of the few suppliers in the village.

Amat's wife buys homemade military quilts and uniforms outside the militant base, because they are hand-sewn and cheap, and these things are very popular in the militant base.

Relying on the couple's meager income, they are still living well in this impoverished village.

But tonight, they were ready to flee the place.

Two soldiers from the armed base dragged Amat's wife to the base and humiliated him yesterday afternoon while on patrol.

The wife came home and cried all night, Amat did not sleep all night in the shop, forged two steel knives and put them on the blacksmith's table, but he did not dare to trouble the soldiers at the base, who had guns.

In the morning, the wife went out with her hair disheveled, holding a military quilt and military uniform, and went to the armed base as usual.

When their two daughters were growing up, the armed base was the only trading bazaar within a radius of thirty kilometers, and Amati stared at the steel knife with dead eyes, but in the end he did not say anything to stop his wife from leaving.

Not long after his wife went out, she came back in a panic.

She said that the two soldiers were waiting for him in the place where he had sold military quilts and uniforms, and that there were others with them.

Many of the women in the village have been abused by the soldiers of the base, but no one dares to trouble the soldiers of the base, and in this chaotic land, it will only cost their lives to go for trouble.

And what they are afraid of now is that the soldiers will come to the door.

Amat's wife begged him to leave the place with his children, who were their only hope.

The weak Amati finally made up his mind and decided to leave the country of Ipor with his wife and children and take a boat from the Black Sea to the country of Lanxi.

Early the next morning, Amati and his wife and two daughters secretly climbed into the base supply truck.

From the base, they traveled west by wagon, to a port not far from the Caspian Black Sea, where the armed base would purchase supplies, and where they needed to board a ship bound for the country of Lancy.

The port is fully controlled by the military, and all ships entering and leaving the port must have a special permit to dock, where large quantities of oil produced by the Iabe-Wave countries are loaded into Aramco-standard crude oil barrels and labeled as Aramco's crude oil.

Just by replacing an oil drum, the oil purchased by the armed forces from the black market for 50M yuan or even less can be sold for 80M yuan to 90M yuan, and the profit is very huge, usually the military and other countries' crude oil imports for transportation.

Amati hid in the van with his wife and two daughters until noon, and when most of the soldiers had begun to eat, they slowly climbed down and sneaked onto a freighter carrying crude oil.

"Alert! Alert! Alert! ”

The soldiers on duty spotted the Amati family and immediately sounded the alarm, and the soldiers who were still eating immediately poured out with their guns and began to shoot at them as they were boarding the boat.

The bullets made a "thump" sound on the cabin, and Amati ran to the deck like crazy with his wife and two daughters in his arms.

"Sail! Let's go! Amati shouted at the crowd on deck, with a steel knife in his hand.

A black-bearded man in a white robe stepped out of the cabin, carrying an AK47 in his hand, aimed at Amati, who was wielding a steel knife.

"Please leave!" The blackbearded man said expressionlessly.

Under the threat of AK47, Amat stopped rushing forward and protected his wife and daughter behind him.

"Please, take us away, please!" Amati threw the steel knife aside and knelt on the deck in pleading.

"Please leave, if you don't leave, none of us on this boat will be able to leave." The blackbearded man's expression remained cold.

The soldiers of the harbor had already rushed to the shore, and several swarthy soldiers with AKs had boarded the aisle to the deck.

Amat's wife hugged her two daughters tightly, lowered her head and closed her eyes in resignation, Amat slowly picked up the steel knife that had been thrown on the ground, and trembled as she watched the soldiers walking onto the deck step by step.

In this chaotic place, the outcome of the arrest of the fugitives is already well known.

"Woohoo." The two little girls couldn't stand such an oppressive atmosphere, and clung to their mother's sleeves and began to cry.

The hard-working family of three was surrounded by soldiers on board, and the steel knife in Amat's hand was almost worthless in their eyes.

A young soldier raised his gun and prepared to shoot the three fleeing people on the spot, but was stopped by the white-robed black-bearded man.

"Hey! Don't stain my deck, I'm about to leave the port! The blackbearded man scolded.

One of the leading non-commissioned officers nodded at him, then bowed to the soldiers, motioning for them to take them off the ship and shoot them.

Most of those who disobey orders, whether men or women, old people or children, cannot escape the fate of death.

A soldier laughed and walked towards Amat's wife, his eyes full of salivation, and the surrounding soldiers burst into laughter.

"Mom! Mom! Mom! Looking at their mother, who was dragged away by the soldiers, the two little girls cried heartbreakingly.

Amat's face turned red, and the hand holding the steel knife had turned blue and red due to the emotional breakdown.

Just as Amati was about to fight to the death, the black-bearded man on the deck shouted at the non-commissioned officer.

"Stop!"

The non-commissioned officer turned his head in confusion.

The blackbearded man took out two dazzling gold bars from his bosom and threw them in front of the non-commissioned officer.

"They, I bought it!" The blackbeard man's tone remained aloof.

The non-commissioned officer glanced at Amat's wife, who had a delicate countenance, although her skin was a little rough from long-term exertion, and two little girls of five or six years old had big jewel-like eyes, like porcelain dolls.

Slowly picking up the two gold bars on the ground, the non-commissioned officer only hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Deal!" ”

The alarm was lifted, and Blackbeard's tanker put away its dropped anchor and slowly sailed out of port.

Amat hugged his wife and two daughters tightly, still not recovering from the horror she had just had.

The blackbearded man came over with a bottle of wine and handed it to Ameti: "Vodka, I think you need this." ”

After a moment's hesitation, Amati took the bottle and took a sip, the strong alcohol irritating his throat and nose, causing him to cough violently.

"Thank you! Thank you for saving us. Amat's wife kept bowing and thanking her.

The blackbearded man didn't speak, took a sip of vodka from Amet's hand, took a sip of it, and then took off his hat, a hideous scar on the back of his head, and almost the entire back of his head had a piece of scalp peeled off.

"I watched my wife and daughter die in front of me, but I couldn't do anything, I didn't want to save you, I just didn't want my wife and daughter to blame me for not helping." The blackbearded man said to himself.

Turning around, the blackbearded man slowly walked towards the cabin: "The road to the west has been blocked, and you can't get ashore." ”

"What?" Amati, who had recovered from the stimulation of vodka, sat down on the ground and asked in disbelief.

"They have built a wall on land and on the sea, a wall that no one can climb over, and all those who have smuggled through will be repatriated the way they came, and if you don't want to die, don't go any further west." The blackbeard man's voice seemed to have no temperature.

Hope was dashed, and Amati felt as if the whole world had darkened.

"Out of the Black Sea, to the east, there is no wall over there." The blackbearded man hurriedly dropped a sentence and walked into the cabin.

Amati and the family sat on the deck and looked at each other.

"To the east?"