Super Trick or Treat System

Smithy said: "We passed some places that I call warm, but you-you crave heat! Think we are about to expire?" he asked.

Li Badi answered indirectly.

"A great old crater!" he said. His outstretched arm swept the Starry Sky Mountains around the entire basin. "This is what it used to be. Twenty miles across-when it blows up, it must have sprayed the entire southwest.

"Now, those craters"-he pointed contemptuously to the three conical peaks on the right-"These are just pores on the top of the mountain."

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Surrounded by jagged mountains are the throats of some early volcanic monsters, with three cones towering into the clouds. Their tops are obviously cup-shaped. Their grayish-white **** swept to the desert floor. At their base, the gray stone walls of the ghost town shimmered slightly, like skeletons.

Continued: "I have seen steam, alive steam, coming out of cracks in the rock. I know there is a lot of heat below and we are about to hit it. The boys are pulling and drilling now; they are drilling Into a cave whale below,"

He broke suddenly and focused his attention on the dark valley below where the lights were constantly moving. A shining white diagonal line cut through the dark ground; another, and then a cluster of floodlights went out. They picked up the skeleton of a huge derrick in a black relief to counter the white glare of the sand. Excited shouts came from the silent air in the distance; people's voices suddenly sounded.

Li Huai said: "They have completed the exercise." "But why all the excitement?"

When six quick gunshots came from below, he had already turned to their car. No sudden orders from him are needed. Smith was in the car, and the echo was still rolling in the mountains. Their own lights flashed, indicating that they were waiting for the downhill slope.

He piled large-scale construction work on this part of the Tongna Basin in order, including casing hills, tubular drill pipes, one foot in diameter. The segmented bearing clamps the rod every 100 feet to make it move smoothly. Dean drove quickly along the entire campsite called "Main Street".

Some people are running towards the derrick-people on shifts during the day have woken up from sleep. Others gathered on the wide concrete floor where the derrick was located. The clothes wearing pants and shoes were tanned by the desert and turned almost black under the glare of the flood. They ran wildly around the derrick. In their loud yelling, repeating a word again and again:

"gold Gold Gold!"

The big drill is suspended above the floor. Dean Lee badly held Smith tightly and walked through the crowd. He was ready to see the traces of gold remaining in the sludge, and the sludge was rescued by hollow shaft quartz. Perhaps it was quartz. The rich minerals made people crazy before they realized that it was impossible to develop such a mine. Up. But Li Bai was stunned, his eyes hung in the dim light, the brilliance of the golden diamonds was shining.

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Night squad leader Avery stood by, holding a pistol in his hand. "Okay," he ordered. "You won't do anything until the boss arrives here." Seeing Li Huai, he stepped forward.

He explained: "I am shooting in the air." "I know you are going to take a breath of coolness on the mountain. I want to send you here as soon as possible."

"Yes." Li Badi said concisely. "But, buddy, what did you do to the drill? The drill was covered with gold!"

"Fairness is blocked, sir." Reilly's voice betrayed his own excitement. "You made it impossible for us to pull it in the first place-the drill seemed to be stuck after drilling through the ten-mile-long T-chisel. Then it was free-come on! Come on that **** thing! Work honestly. Come down! Yes, and when you come back, all the clothes are neatly dressed like Indian whips, and the reserved things are stained with oil! Or are you always gold? He asked.

"Jin! Jin!" a hundred voices shouted. He could barely hear the voice of the foreman, and suddenly lost his temper with excitement. He stared at the big drill, which was piled with precious metals. It is stuck on the diamond-encrusted surface of the drill. It is filled with all the cracks and gaps, forming smooth, solid clumps on the top of the head and stems. The worker brought a single knife and chisel. He was spying on the yellow thing. Riley walked towards him holding the gun.

"Whatever!" he shouted.

"But, confuse everything, Dean," Smith said in a disgusting voice, "I thought we were working in a power plant. It's not that gold mines are so bad; but we can't work, we can be ten miles away. Don't fall."

"Gold mine!" Li Badi echoed. "I would say this is a gold mine, but not because of a gold mine. Smith, have you noticed anything special about this?"

His assistant exclaimed quickly:

"You are right! I know there is something there."

"Hot," Li Bad said. "This means we have found what we want. Give the gold to the men; tell them that we will divide them equally. There are more, but there are better things: energy, power!"

He placed the order quickly. "Get the temperature. Put down a recording pyrometer. Let me know right away. There are so many things to do now!"

The drill pipe and cable are made of the latest aluminum alloy. The long tube holding the pyrometer is made of the same metal. Send it down to record the temperature of the underground cave where their tool plunged.

He adjusted the recording device himself, and stood next to the twenty-inch cabinet that blocked the loose sand in the large hole. Then he looked at ten cables, each one mile long, each cable heavier than the last one, and hissed when they entered the ground.

The sound from the cable control booth, Riley's voice was calling from the depths.

"Five thousand two thousand." Then hundreds of thousands, until he cried: "Fifty-two. We went into the big cave! Now we are one hundred feet again."

The cable moves slowly. In the middle of Reilly's name "fifty-two," a jingling bell told that the bottom of the pyrometer bracket had been touched.

"Go with the flow," Smith ordered. "Make it lively. We will see if there is another batch of gold."

Incredibly, it reached a huge distance underground, groping in a deep cave, where it found molten gold. What did they use? -He asked himself. He saw some huge scenes of hot liquid gold. Maybe his plan must be changed. They can install some kind of rake. They can bring out thousands of dollars at a time.

He was looking at the metal carrier for the first time. It was more interested in the attached metal than the pyrometer he held. He saw it appear-then he stared at the stubby mass at the end of the cable in disbelief, and all that was left in the long tube he put down was two feet of discolored metal that was hanging, bent and deformed. The lower part was twenty feet long and was melted cleanly.

Dean Lee was there to watch the next attempt. The roaring bass spread again, but this time the call stopped at 57 o'clock. The jingling bell tells the carrier that it has been hit.

"I'm a bit weird, I understand this." Riley called. "We are where we fell into the transparent area. It's on the roof of the big cave. It says it is 52 sevens, and we can't go any further. The bottom of the cave is blocked!"

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no reply. When he stared speculatively at the 20-inch drilled mouth, he frowned. This is a vertical tunnel extending from the drilling floor all the way down to some internal vaults. "Melt gold," he was thinking. "It melts a new alloy cylinder-when its melting point is much higher than the melting point of any rock we hit, it melts. Now, the hole is closed."

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