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When Chen Chen was researching the plane of bliss space, Black Light Technology had already begun to implement a new round of layout.

With the whole of Africa waiting to be built, Black Light Technology not only plans to build a thermal power station in Windhoek, but also plans to build a batch of new factories in the industrial park of Life Science City.

And it is a military factory in cooperation with the Namibian government.

This will be the first private company in Namibia to obtain military qualifications.

In addition to the military industry, Chen Chen also built several new electronics factories and various machinery factories, and the action was so big that the whole world turned its attention to this place.

In Namibia, where the epidemic has just passed, many cases have also begun to be traced and held accountable, and the prisoners who had escaped from prison were also arrested again.

For a while, prisons across Namibia showed unprecedented enthusiasm.

And this day was the day when the third batch of serious criminals were transferred to a "high security level" prison in Windhoek, Namibia.

Considering the possibility of accomplices or even robbing prisons for serious criminals, this transfer and transfer needs to be carried out in secret.

At this time, one of the prison guards, Brad, gathered in front of the gate of Windhoek Prison. He was one of the prison guards who received the task of transferring felons.

At this time, with Brad, there were five other prison guards, as well as a captain-level prison guard.

"During this journey, everyone needs to be careful and careful, and must obey the command throughout the journey!"

The six stood in front of the gate of Windhoek Prison with their heads held high, and in front of them was the captain with a stern expression. He straightened his waist and said loudly, "If these prisoners escape, your Work is basically over, get it?"

"clear!"

Everyone answered loudly.

"Very well, now everyone rests where you are. In ten minutes, all the felons will be sent out. By then, you will have no time to relax."

Hearing this, everyone squatted down, gathered together, took out their cigarettes and started smoking.

"That's right, Captain."

Brad suddenly asked curiously, "Which high-security prison will these felons be transferred to this time? Is it South Lovatel Prison?"

"What do you ask these for?"

The captain glanced at Brad lightly, "It's best not to ask about these things, and you will naturally know when you arrive at your destination."

Brad quickly lowered his head.

In fact, Brad was somewhat puzzled.

Because Windhoek Prison is one of the high-security prisons, and it is also one of the best prisons in the whole country. As far as Brad knows, there is no stricter prison than Windhoek Prison in the whole country. Just level.

So, where are these serious criminals going to be sent this time?

Brad was puzzled.

Ten minutes soon arrived, and as the captain blew the whistle, everyone stood up and patted their butts, and at the same time spit out the cigarette butts in their mouths, and stood in a row.

The gate of Windhoek prison in front of everyone is also slowly opening.

After opening,

Brad's pupils shrank suddenly.

Because he saw that there were nearly fifty prisoners standing inside the gate of the prison. These prisoners were all wearing handcuffs and ankle chains, with a numb expression on their faces.

"so many people?"

A few people couldn't help muttering inwardly, so many prisoners had to be escorted by six people on their side. Although they knew that Namibia had just passed the crisis and there was a serious shortage of personnel, this was too much, wasn't it?

Even a young prison guard next to Brad who had just been recruited couldn't help but tremble in his legs when he saw the number of prisoners.

It seems that the captain did not expect the number of prisoners on this trip to be so large. He frowned slightly and looked at the prison guards and officers who escorted these prisoners out, "Our truck can't hold so many people."

"It's okay, we have provided vehicles to carry these prisoners."

The chief officer on the opposite side waved his hand, and then another truck drove out, "Two trucks should be enough."

Only then did the captain reluctantly say, "You must provide some people, at least the driver must provide us."

"Can."

The other side nodded, and then the two sides began to drive the group of prisoners together to board two trucks, and then one of the trucks was driven by the captain himself, and the remaining six people were divided into two groups, one group took care of the prisoners in the first truck , another group looked after the second car.

After tossing for half an hour, the two trucks were finally loaded. Brad heaved a sigh of relief. Looking at all the prisoners lying in the truck, and the three people on his side who were alone, he lightly tightened his hands. rifle.

If these prisoners had any wrong thoughts, it would be very dangerous for their own side.

It's just that I don't know what the upper echelon thinks. Even if there is a shortage of manpower, it's not enough to send only so few people, right?

Unless what you want to perform is some kind of secret mission, the kind that is easy to be exposed if there are too many people...

After thinking wildly for a while, Brad suddenly heard the conversation between the captain and the opposite officer.

"You know the secrecy of this mission, right?"

"I understand, I will send people to them."

"This is just one of them. The important thing is can these people keep a secret?"

"These people have selected the employees with the strictest mouths."

"That's good……"

When Brad heard the conversation between the two, he subconsciously looked at the captain, but when he saw that the captain looked back at him as if he felt something, Brad panicked and quickly lowered his head.

"Sure enough, this action has another purpose..."

Brad gasped, and couldn't help but guess who the 'they' he heard just now were.

Could it be the people in North America who kept black slaves secretly? No, it can't be, Congress can't do that...

Could it be sold to the rebels in Angola? It shouldn't be...

No matter how Brad guessed, he couldn't figure out where these felons were going to be sold.

As the truck started slowly, Brad noticed that the vehicle was starting to head west.

Windhoek Prison itself is located in the northern outskirts of the city. It was noon this time. Although it was already midsummer, when the vehicles were running on the plain, it was still extremely cool. Disappeared.

Under the cool breeze, many prisoners snored while lying on their stomachs in the carriage.

Seeing this, Brad, who was wary of these prisoners' riots, slowly relaxed.

Namibia, which has just recovered from the black light virus, is more desolate than ever. Brad stood on the carriage and looked out, but only saw the endless horizon in the distance. Occasionally, there were a few quiver trees standing alone by the road. After several rounds of cleaning, occasionally Brad could still see corpses in the corner.

That was the villager who died on the side of the road when the black light virus broke out.

Brad sighed secretly. It seems that this country still has a long way to go before it can rise...

The vehicle has been driving for two hours, and has driven about 140 kilometers. It has entered the area of ​​​​Naukluft National Park in Namib. After about an hour's journey, you can come to Walvis Bay by the sea The city is gone.

And I heard that a foreigner near Walvis Bay built an international city here, called Life City or Science City or something.

Brad thought to himself, it's a pity that he never had the chance to go there.

But at this moment, the two trucks gradually stopped.

"Reached?"

Brad and the other two prison guards cheered up. They looked forward, but saw that the place was still deserted, and there was not even a village on the roadside.

"Captain, why are we stopping here?"

Before Brad could ask, the colleague next to him poked his head out of the carriage and asked the driver's cab ahead.

"The department that is connecting with us is coming soon."

But what everyone didn't expect was that the captain answered like this.

"Join here?"

Brad looked around blankly, "But there is no prison here."

But before he finished speaking, he heard a rattling sound coming from afar.

Everyone subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound, and immediately saw a mighty convoy approaching from afar on the road ahead.

In that convoy, Brad not only saw two armored vehicles and two trucks, there was even a helicopter escort above the convoy!

Is that a military convoy?

Brad widened his eyes in shock, but he saw that the logo on these military vehicles was by no means the national flag of Namibia, but a pitch-black black hole...

"No, no, that's..."

"Black light technology...!"