Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

"Colonel Deason, friendship is friendship, business is business. The remuneration of 5 million US dollars for each voyage is what we have agreed upon!"

Wilson shook his head helplessly and said:

"I'm afraid it's hard for me to obey! Our profits are limited, and 5 million is already the limit we can bear!"

"Dear Sir Wilson..."

Colonel Dison held onto the side of the ship and said with a mocking smile: "Do you think I don't know your profits?"

"Your partners are more than a dozen pharmaceutical giants such as Glaxo and many nuclear power plants."

"Every time you dispose of garbage, the remuneration you receive from major medical giants and nuclear power plants, as well as incentives from the government, exceeds 100 million US dollars. But what about your cost? It's just a few ships, probably less than 1 million US dollars. , this is a hugely profitable business!”

"And what about us? You know, there are more than 300 soldiers and sailors on this ship. They have to go through arduous sailing for more than ten days, face tropical storms and other bad weather, and the hateful Sodoni pirates. They are taking Life is exchanged for money, but the reward is just a few thousand dollars!"

"Colonel Duson deserves to have served in the French Marine Corps. I can't hide anything from you!"

Wilson smiled helplessly and said: "But New World Renewable Energy Company is not mine alone, there are many shareholders. I'm afraid your proposal will be difficult to pass on the board of directors!"

"They will pass! You will not find a better partner in France, and indeed in the world."

Dison smiled domineeringly and said: "Also, you can tell those old die-hards that if they don't agree, I will break the news to the BBC. I think they are very interested in these shady stories!"

"You have promoted internationally that these sources of pollution have been dealt with by spending a lot of money and using high-tech means."

"In fact, you are just treating the northern Gulf of Saudoni as a garbage dump and dumping it here without any treatment."

"And these garbage are all toxic medical waste, and what's even more terrifying is nuclear waste."

"Colonel Deason, you are destroying the friendship and trust we have finally established!"

Wilson's face froze and he was filled with anger, but the good upbringing of a French gentleman allowed him to suppress his anger.

"No, on the contrary, I have always cherished my friendship with Sir Wilson!"

Colonel Dison smiled lazily and said:

"If you can help me achieve my goal, I will give you 1 million US dollars for each escort! My understanding of friendship is very simple, which is to give my friends the best interests! How about it?"

"'Butcher'! What a butcher! What a guy who doesn't play by the rules!"

Wilson cursed secretly in his heart.

But he could only raise the goblet and say seriously: "Okay, let's drink to our friendship!"

Wow!

Ahead, there were more than a dozen large garbage ships, with their flaps opened on all sides, revealing stinky piles of garbage.

Several large excavators started up, the mechanical arms more than ten meters long twisted, and the huge buckets dumped piles of simply packaged garbage into the blue sea water.

Just a few minutes later, a layer of colorful garbage floated on the sea within a dozen miles.

Disposable medical supplies, blood-stained gauze, expired medicines, yellow nuclear waste, black oil of unknown composition...

The clear blue water has turned black, and the waves have become smooth and weak under the pressure of the thick oil film.

Half an hour later, garbage and sewage flowed into Sodoni's territorial waters and offshore areas along the ocean currents.

The tidal flats, which were originally full of life and full of grass, were covered with a layer of black oil and garbage.

Sea fish that died from lack of oxygen floated on it, their eyes gradually turning gray and staring at the sky in despair.

Seagulls and various water birds struggled in the oil.

Like a black sculpture made of asphalt, only those eyes can prove that it is a living thing.

"They're here again!"

"Oh my God, these damn demons!"

At this time, dozens of Sodoni indigenous people from nearby tribes appeared on the beach.

They were skinny and barely clothed. They cursed the ships in the distance in native languages ​​and fished out the seabirds with tears in their eyes.

They soaked the waterfowl in washing liquid to wash away the oil on their bodies.

But this is very difficult. The oil slurry and the feathers are stuck together, and the feathers will fall off piece by piece together with the oil stains with a little force.

Most of these waterfowl are still dead.

There were several lean black men with bare backs, wearing flowery trousers and slippers, and carrying old-fashioned rifles. Some of them were dancing angrily, shouting and insulting. Some fired at Disen and his group of ships.

But the distance between the two sides was more than ten nautical miles, far beyond the range of rifles.

The bullet was shot less than a thousand meters away and landed feebly in the vast sea water. It didn't make any waves, let alone hurt Colonel Disen and the others.

No one paid any attention to them and the garbage continued to be dumped.

The sea was covered with garbage and dead tuna, lobsters and prawns, emitting a strong stench.

"Fake Oil!"

"Fake oil mama is hot!"

The black brothers were furious, expressing their anger in the simplest of English.

"This is the third time this month!"

A skinny child, about thirteen or fourteen years old, cried helplessly while holding a dead seabird.

Every time I wipe my tears, I leave a large amount of dirt on my face.

His whole body was covered with poisonous sores that oozed thick water.

This is because seawater contaminates drinking water sources and food, causing him to contract a variety of strange diseases.

But compared to the physical pain.

The helplessness and pain of watching the offshore sea that was originally regarded as a "granary" being polluted is even more heartbreaking.

"Babru, are you willing to fight with us?"

An old man with gray hair touched his head kindly.

He looks like a tribal chief or something.

"Grandpa Simba, I do! I want to kill them!"

Bablu clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"Glorious Saudoni pirates, fight them to the death! Protect our territorial waters and granaries!"

"Children of Sordoni, take action! We must protect our suffering motherland! The beginning will protect us!"

Simba raised his arms and shouted.

As soon as he gave the order, everyone took action immediately.

Black youths picked up several rubber boats covered with plastic tape from the woods and put them into the water.

They jumped on and paddled the wood pulp as hard as they could.

Bablu held an ancient scripture book with Jiang Tian's portrait printed on the cover, raised a tattered national flag, and stood upright at the head of the leading rubber boat.

The black people had not eaten enough for many days. They had dark faces, thin muscles, and very weak constitutions. They were out of breath after paddling for a while, and big beads of sweat appeared on their dark skin.

Their heartbeats were speeding up, slowly causing a sense of severe pain, and their hearts almost jumped out of their chests.

But they didn't slack off and rowed with all their might.

Two rubber boats broke two white waves on the calm sea, and they were able to make the tattered national flag flutter in the wind!

They said nothing and stared at the ship that was spilling garbage.

They were panting and rowing the oars desperately. With every stroke, the rubber boat broke through the waves and rushed forward more than ten meters.

Their movements were precise and uniform, like a program entering an endless loop, like a tireless machine.

In the vast sea, their little rubber boat is even smaller than an ant.

The ship full of garbage did not speed up or slow down, but slowly operated according to the established procedures.

Piles of medical waste full of toxins and stench fell into the calm sea water.

The black men continued to row, the anemia caused by lack of oxygen turning the world into a black mist in their eyes.

"Children, can't you bear it?"

Simba asked in a deep voice: "Do you feel like the fire in your heart is going out?"

He smiled like a father:

"If you want to keep yourself from being extinguished, then ignite yourself in the name of Taichu!"

"In the name of Taichu, set us on fire!"

The black men shouted, feeling the blood all over their bodies burning.

Grandpa Simba also picked up the oar and rowed hard.

He looked up to the sky and roared: "Although we will die, we must let them see our attitude. We are not afraid of death!"

Despite being fully mentally prepared, they still froze when they rushed into the fleet, and the rubber boat just mechanically slid forward with the help of inertia.

The French ships were so big, bigger than many mountains they had seen!

The setting sun gilded the huge fleet of ships with a layer of gold.

Surrounded by the fleet of ships, the black people seemed to be marching in an isolated basin.

In this desolate world, only the sound of their oars echoed.

After the shock and dizziness passed, Simba tried his best to calm down, pointed at a ship that was dumping garbage and said in a deep voice: "Children, we are in range, shoot!"

boom! boom! boom!

The black brothers poured out bullets as much as they wanted.

The bullet was fired without leaving any obvious scars on the hull.

All the ships were as solid as a rock, just like tigers overlooking the ants. They remained arrogantly motionless and continued to dump garbage.

"Keep your distance and hit their people!"

Grandpa Simba gave the order.

The rubber boat quickly retreated and distanced itself from the ship.

Grandpa Simba's skinny body stood straight, he picked up the rifle and narrowed his eyes to aim.

Snapped!

A "New World" staff member fell into a pool of blood.

The crew was in chaos and reported the information to Colonel Deason.

Colonel Deason took immediate action.

It's like a lion was bitten by a humble ant. Although it didn't hurt his muscles and bones, it only caused him a slight anger. But he still used the slightest blow to eliminate these ants.

Boom!

Under Dison's command, a ship suddenly turned sideways, and a huge mountain-like wave formed.

The overwhelming waves overturned several rubber boats in an instant.

Simba and the others were swept into the deep sea water. The three black brothers suffocated to death and their bodies sank to the bottom of the sea.