Chapter 1499 There Are No Tigers in the Mountains

Deep in the thallium factory, countless production lines are densely arranged.

As a cluster-level factory, the thallium factory requires massive resources to support its operation, so its output is very large, with dozens of types.

Moreover, most of them are high value-added items.

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

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

Because in a factory, only in cluster-level factories can the most important components for upgrades be obtained.

Among them is a production line dedicated to producing the power core of the stellar factory. At the core of the Thallium Factory, the huge power and energy are directly output from the core of the Thallium Factory, and at the same time, the huge pressure and gravity at the core of the Thallium Factory are borrowed. , and an extremely stable space to produce a sufficiently stable production environment.

But this environment is not friendly enough to other creatures.

There was a "pop" sound and a whip cracked, hitting the back of a figure lying on the ground.

With a scream, the figure's skin and flesh were suddenly torn apart.

"Get up! Sluggard! Trash!"

The one wielding the whip was a Grayhammer with gray skin.

"Get up, get up..." Next to him, a figure hurried over and pulled the bleeding figure up from his back.

The two people supported each other and stumbled forward.

"These people are so rubbish, they can't do any heavy work." The Gray Hammer man waved his whip in the air twice more, and looked at his companions next to him with a look of displeasure, "And they are not beaten at all, I I accidentally killed two of them a few days ago, and even made the captain miserable for a while."

"Me too...I also beat one to death last week. I just gave him a few whips. Those slaves in the past were all rough-skinned and thick-bodied, so they would be fine after a few beatings. But this group of people are better, and they will be fine with just one whip." If you can't move for a long time, you will be dead if you take more than ten lashes. Tsk tsk..." The Gray Hammer people miss very much the time when they would slap their heads and faces randomly after a disagreement. Those Hammer people, Naxunlians, and even their own compatriots Gray hammer man, you can be whipped dozens of times without affecting your work. It feels so good to be whipped. "When did you stop being able to whip slaves casually? These people can't be slaves, unlike those hammer people... By the way, what's the name of this race?"

"They call themselves...human beings."

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

"Yes, they are humans. These guys are not beaten at all. The captain even ordered them to be protected..."

"It's better if you don't protect yourself. These guys look weak, but for some reason, they are quite good at work. The efficiency of the production line they are in charge of has increased by less than half in the past few days. You You also know that the weather is about to change, and everyone above is anxious to show off..." The Gray Hammer man looked down at his two hands, "Is it because they have two hands?"

Hammer Man only has one hand, and the other hand has been alienated.

"No, their hands are not particularly flexible and their bodies are not very strong, but they can always turn decay into magic. It's really strange..."

The Gray Hammers tilted their heads, as if they didn't understand something.

They probably won't understand the knowledge system developed on earth, the ability to summarize, refine, cooperate and collaborate.

As they said, the hands-on ability of the people on earth is far inferior to that of the Naxunlians, and their strength is far inferior to these races, but their ability to refine and summarize experience is not comparable to that of these races.

Whether it is improving processes or improving efficiency, they are all good at it.

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

This ability is unimaginable to other races.

Unfortunately, they are just slaves.

Their abilities cannot be released even 1%. The reason for improving efficiency is only because... their physical strength is too weak. If they don't improve, they may all die from exhaustion here.

The two people supporting each other stumbled forward.

The one who was whipped was probably in his forties, and half of his body was covered in blood. If you looked carefully, you could see that he was wearing a suit that was so dirty and worn that it was almost without its original color.

The suit used to fit him perfectly, but now, it hung empty and dangling on his body.

The leather shoes on his feet were also carved patent leather and were very delicate, but their original color had long been worn away.

The man supporting him was, strictly speaking, an old man, about sixty years old. He was also very thin, but in good spirits, with bright eyes, and did not look like someone of his 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 dominates them is not ideals, responsibilities, and a sense of accomplishment, but whips and pain.

It was the whip-wielding overseers and guards they were desperately trying to escape from.

"Are you okay? Can you hold on?"

"I can hold on...hiss...let's leave quickly! These bastards are fighting for their lives!"

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

The gravity here is much heavier than on the earth, and walking with a load several times heavier is as difficult as walking. After such a long time, their bodies and bones have been compressed and deformed in many places.

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

Under the dim light, the two people looked at each other.

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

"We have all been co-workers in the past few days."

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

"Earth...?" The middle-aged man seemed to have searched for this word in his mind for a long time.

How long have you been away from Earth?

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

He had almost forgotten what the earth looked like.

"Earth... I seem to have achieved some success on Earth..." the middle-aged man said, "My name is Brolin."

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

"you are?"

"My surname is Zhou. I work in Xucheng. We met at a certain meeting."

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

"Zhou Xiang'an."

Brolin still shook his head.

"Forget it, forget it if you can't remember it." Zhou Xiang'an smiled, "Let's go, I'll help you back."

The distance we have to walk every day to and from work is so long, especially in this gravity environment.

They had walked this road countless times, but after walking this time, they were still exhausted.

Finally got back to where I live.

If Lao Banglong were here, he would find that the place where these people live is like a volcano factory, with densely packed rooms like honeycombs, cold, without any temperature, and without any privacy.

People habitually call such a room a "lattice" because there is nothing else to describe it.

More than a dozen slaves were crowded into the same cell, and the air was turbid 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 will not have the strength to work.

Factory owners also understand this very well.

It's just that food can only keep you full, and there is no such thing as delicious food.

Every slave has a food box. They put their food box in a box outside the door every day. When they come back, they can receive a day's food.

After moving Brolin back and placing him on the ground, Zhou Xiangan looked around and said, "Old Zhang, you know medical skills, help Mr. Brolin look at the wound."

A man in his fifties, equally thin and with a sad face, walked over silently and helped Brolin treat his wounds.

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

Everyone was silent and didn't speak.

Only then did Zhou Xiangan realize that the atmosphere in the grid today was particularly depressing.

"What's going on? What happened?"

"Just now... those guys from the Dog Gang are here..." Lao Zhang, who was helping Brolin take care of his body, raised his head and whispered.

"What? They're here again? What do they want?!" Zhou Xiang'an was furious when he heard this.

"They asked us to hand over three pieces of food and one labor force every day... and then... they took three pieces of food directly from the box and left..."

"What? These bastards, what do they want to do?!" Zhou Xiang'an shouted angrily, "It's a time like this. Human beings still don't help each other, support each other, and bully each other. What on earth do they want to do!"

The real name of the "Tugou Gang" is actually the "Housing Gang", its full name is "The Earth's Post-Human Era Renaissance Gang", and its purpose is to revive the post-human era.

The Tugo Gang is what everyone calls them contemptuously.

Because they are like a group of local dogs that can only bark and bark in the rural streets.

Their activity range is the nearest streets, and most of their members are young and strong people.

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

The approach of this group of people sounds simple, but is actually very effective.

If you want to control crowds, you must control demand. In a place like this, the only demand is food. If there is no shortage of food, if you want to control food, you must artificially create a shortage.

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

There is clearly enough food for everyone, but the power of control is concentrated in the hands of a few people, and they have to be controlled and obedient.

In addition to food, the "labor" they require is even more deadly.

In the factory, other races work hard almost all year round.

But humans can't do it. The initial spin exhausted a large number of people, and work efficiency dropped significantly.

Later, some human leaders risked their lives to negotiate with the overseers and received "rest days". As a reward, they improved their efficiency to a level that even the overseers were stunned.

However, this kind of rest is also very luxurious, and everyone can only take a turn once every ten days.

It allows people to have a chance to recover after a heavy burden or exhaustion of energy.

It is this rare rest day that allows most humans to survive the most difficult moments and gradually get used to the current environment.

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

In this way, the work that everyone has to bear is once again the same as before having rest days.

This kind of practice is not just bullying, it is simply killing people!

Zhou Xiangan is the spiritual leader of this street.

Many times, he stood up and delivered justice.

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

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

"Yes, the food and everything else are enough to eat. I have a small appetite. Let's just balance it out."

"Rest or something...at least I can take a break...the workload is less now, much better than before."

"If you go now, you will definitely die in vain. Those bastards are all young people who are messing around. They are not serious..."

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

After everyone's persuasion, he sighed and sat down, staring at the ceiling, trying to think of a solution in his mind.

We can't let these people succeed!

Since ancient times, evil has not prevailed over good, and these young people cannot be allowed to be so arrogant!

There are no tigers in the mountains, but the monkey is the king!

If we were on earth, I would have a hundred ways to throw you into prison!

But, this is not the earth.

"Asshole, when Xiaozhuang comes to save us, we will never spare them!" Zhou Xiangan could only clenched his fists and shook them vigorously.

Everyone was silent.

They all knew who the "Xiao Zhuang" Zhou Xiangan was talking about.

That's not far from Zhuang.

But, can Zhuang Buyuan really come to save them?

This place is nowhere near the earth.

Everyone was silent.

As if he knew what everyone was thinking, Zhou Xiangan cheered everyone up and said, "Don't worry, Xiaozhuang will definitely come. I believe in him. Nothing in this world can stop this kid!"

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

The same is true now.

How many difficulties have been overcome, haven't they all been overcome safely?

"Yes, he will definitely come to save us."

Someone whispered in agreement.

Even though they don't believe it.

But they have to say it and believe it.

Because apart from this, they have no other beliefs.

How can a person survive once he loses his faith?

The grid was quiet for a moment, and then there was a noise from outside.

"Come out, come out for me! Zhou Xiang'an, I know you are back, come out for me!"

Several arrogant young people stood outside the door surrounded by a strong man.