Chapter 244: The ranks of coolies

Bison Bill's men sent two helicopters, and hundreds of hunting teams came to search and chase Lin Zaishan and Schwaronson. The two were once blocked in a small jungle. Schwaronson looked at the enemy's net and sighed: "Slag Lin, it seems that we are hard to fly this time."

"Don't be discouraged, look at what's going on with those people?" Lin Zaishan pointed to the dense crowd on the road in the distance.

“Isn’t this the coolie we see in the air?”

"It seems that Bison Bill's men are not very careful about the coolie. Look, the two buddies in Castle John are peeing at the big tree freely."

"There are dangers everywhere, and the coolies are unarmed. Bill's people don't need to worry that they will run away. Scramble, not everyone in this world can enter and exit the jungle with bare hands like the two of us."

"Idol, I have an idea to get rid of the pursuit for the time being." Lin Zaishan smiled, "I just don't know if you mind playing a guest appearance as a coolie for the time being?"

"You mean to get into the coolies?" Schwaronson's eyes lit up. "This is a wonderful idea. We can not only get rid of the pursuit, but also find Bill's mine or farm, and then rescue more people."

"You agree? Then act quickly."

"Wait first. We two rushed over like this and we will definitely be recognized." Schwaronson is a public figure and a superstar. His awareness of defense in this regard is much better than Lin Zaishan.

"This worry is not unreasonable. Why don't we apply mud on our faces before we get in?"

"Did you forget that my career is an actor?" Schwaronson smiled and took out two human-faced utensils from his backpack, put one on his head, and stuffed another one for Lin Zaishan. "This is the guy I eat, I always carry it with me."

The two of them changed their faces instantly, staring at each other's "unfamiliar" and couldn't help but laugh.

"Zhalin, tell you a secret. Sometimes when I want to experience a normal life, I will wear human skin and facial masks and go out to have sex. Once, I teased a beautiful girl in a bar and beat up his so-called boyfriend on the spot. This feeling is really cool!"

"I'll go! You won't seduce good women, are you?"

"Hey, I swear I never do that. The scandals on the Internet are either deliberately confronted by my competitors, or were fabricated by the agent for the sake of eyeball effects. In short, it has nothing to do with me."

"I believe you. Without further ado, let's get into the coolies while it's still free to pee."

"What should we do with these backpacks and equipment?"

"Leave it to me, I'll collect it with you." Lin Zaishan took all kinds of items and put them into the space ring together.

Schwaronson was stunned for several seconds as he looked at the items that disappeared out of thin air, "Zhaolin, I heard that prisoners in prisons would use their bodies to hide and transport prohibited materials. The most common container is... you know... chrysanthemum. You wouldn't have hidden your backpack, dagger, telegraph machine, double swords, etc. in the chrysanthemum?"

"I'll go! Idol, do you think I'm a level 7 boar or an elephant? You don't look down and look at it. Can the butt ass as tight as me be able to hide extra material?"

Schwaronson made an ok gesture and showed an ambiguous smile.

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On the road, the leader of the militant reluctantly threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

“Received, head.”

Then there were noisy roars one after another, "Get on the bus quickly, and I'll smash your ass with a shot!" "Do you fucking think this is a Western tourist group? Why don't you get on the bus quickly!" "Sister, don't be slow!"

Lin Zaishan and Schwaronson appeared from behind the big tree and followed everyone to the transport vehicle in a swagger. A militant nodded his head one by one and counted the number of people who got on the vehicle. He pushed Lin Zaishan hard, "22", and then touched Schwaronson's shoulder, "23, ha, this muscle is really strong."

Lin Zaishan climbed into the car, and found a corner of the smelly and stained carriage to come and "Asian squat". Schwaronson threw a strong man next to him to the side and sat down next to Lin Zaishan.

"I don't know why, but I always shouted to 2 in my life. It was No. 22 just now. No wonder others always call me a second person." Lin Zaishan sighed.

"Can I understand the second-hand man as cool and wise?"

"On the contrary, among the current Chinese buzzwords, the basic meaning of the second-hand guy is stupid and stupid."

Schwaronson pointed to the militant who was counting outside the car, "Like this guy?"

The militant was stunned with his fingers, "Huh? Didn't there be 29 people before? Why are they now 31? Could it be that they were run over from another car?" He asked the militant who was escorting the car next to him, "Are there two people missing in your car?"

"No more, no less!"

"Then why are there two more in my car?"

"You must be counting wrong. It's a good thing to have two more. You can earn two more head fees when you arrive at the location later. If you don't want it, just give it to me."

"Go! Do you think I'm idiot? I've been to high school."

The coolie who was thrown aside by Schwaronson suddenly shouted at the militants who were escorting the car: "Boss, I have a situation to report."

"You'd better say something useful and don't waste my time."

"These two guys were hiding in from other cars. I haven't seen them on the road ahead." The coolie reported without hesitation.

It doesn't matter if his reminder is that all the coolies in the car noticed Lin Zaishan and Schwaronsen at the same time.

Lin Zaishan suddenly raised his hand and said, "Boss, I

There are situations to be reported."

"What's the situation?" The militants who were escorting the car seemed very impatient.

"Boss, your pants door is open, and you can see the red underwear and the mighty peanut seedling from here!"

"Damn!" The militants who were escorting the car immediately turned around and lifted the zipper.

At this time, a whistle sounded from afar, and the convoy escorting the coolies started.

The militants who had finished rectifying the trouser door had already forgotten about Lin Zaishan and Schwaronson's affairs, closed the car door and got on the big iron lock. Then they climbed to the ceiling of the closed carriage, held the assault rifle and started cigarettes.

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As soon as the car door closed, Schwaronson captured the arm of the coolie who reported them, exerted a little force. The latter was so painful that he called Mommy, "I dare to say bad things to my superiors, and dare to say that I am new. It seems that the impression I left in the days I spent with everyone before." Schwaronson's fingers were embedded in the flesh of the coolie's arm.

"Boss, I will never dare to do it again."

"I haven't beat people for three minutes, so someone's skin is itchy and I'm going to beat me." Schwaronson made a fierce look. In fact, he didn't have to pretend at all. Just his scary body and vicious look after makeup, just glaring at others would be enough to scare the timid one to death.

Lin Zaishan pretended to advise: "Gabriel, today is the Sabbath, so don't beat people up." Gabriel is the pseudonym of Schwaronson as agreed just now.

"Well, Lucifer, your suggestions have always been very useful. For your sake, I have been circumventing his life." The devil's name shows that Lin Zaishan is also rampant. However, this name was not what he wanted, but Schwaronson temporarily decided to help him with the purpose of scaring people.

Everyone in the car knew they were going to be sent to be a coolie, and they were more or less worried about their future and destiny; but they didn't expect to meet two bold madmen, Gabriel and Lucifer, and they all kept their distance from them.

The convoy continued to travel for more than 4 hours, from Highway 40 to No. 64, from east to north. The road became narrower and narrower, and the jungle became denser. From time to time, mutant beasts rushed out in groups to bite the convoy. The militants obviously had long been accustomed to this, hiding in cars and shooting with guns, and they were too lazy to even pay attention to the corpses of mutant beasts all over the ground.

Although the carriage was closed, with only tiny gaps in the corners; Lin Zaishan felt keen and still looked at the route of the convoy and the situation outside clearly while closing his eyes and resting.

Another hour and a half later, the convoy arrived at a service area. Of course, this service area was also occupied by Bison Bill's men. The convoy leader was released after passing the command. The convoy was suspended on a huge parking floor, and the coolies were continued to be locked in the transport vehicle. The drivers and militants rushed to the shops on the side of the road to buy cigarettes, snacks, wine and drinks, leaving only a few people to guard the vehicle.

Schwaronson pulled into the gap and peeked into his eyes, and said softly to Lin Zaishan: "It's shopping time now, what do you think?"

Lin Zaishan understood what he meant: "The opportunity should not be missed. Should we take the opportunity to leave?" He thought for a moment and replied decisively: "There is an old Chinese saying that if we don't enter the tiger's den, how can we get a tiger's son?"

"I understand! This time, let's make some contribution to the promising profession of coolie."

In just a few seconds, the two exchanged and reached an agreement, and decided to stay and hang out to the destination to rescue more coolies.

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After 15 minutes, the convoy continued to set off on the road. The jungles on both sides were taller and dense, covering the sky and the sight on the road became worse and worse.

Schwaronson retracted from the gap and whispered: "I know where this is. This place was originally the Grand Canyon National Park Airport, known for its beautiful natural scenery. The meteorite explosion destroyed everything here."

Lin Zaishan said: "What I feel strange is that this place does not look like a place with treasures. If camping before the end of the world, there would be a market; but what's the name in the end of the world?"

Schwaronson leaned into his ear and whispered, "Za Lin, don't you know? The meteorite explosion created a lot of new substances."

"I know this, crystals, Sam particles, etc. are related to meteorite explosions."

"In addition to those, in certain areas where conditions are suitable, meteorite explosions also transform certain surface substances - mainly some rocks - into a special composite metal. This substance not only has superior strength and performance, but more importantly: they absorb and carry the energy brought by a large amount of meteorite explosion like crystals, and are essential materials for making advanced weapons and equipment."

"That is, the mines in the apocalypse are not mainly mining steel or gold, but mining this new material caused by the meteorite explosion."

"It should be said that it is a new material series. The terrain near the Grand Canyon of Colorado meets a variety of conditions, so it has become a rich mine for new material. I bet that the destination we are going here is 100% mine."

"Will this new substance be buried very deeply? Do you have to drill down thousands of meters at any time?"

"It's not necessary at all. Although I didn't see you in person, according to the information of the Knights of the Apocalypse, the location of the new material storage is very shallow and can be mined by hand."

"I think we can take time to complete a few mines and earn some extra money." Lin Zaishan joked.

"Zhalin, if you are interested, I will write you into my partner." Schwaronson seemed very serious. "But we cannot adopt coolie or slavery as it is currently popular, which will be opposed or even attacked by the Knights of the Apocalypse and other people with a sense of justice."

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The convoy went forward for another hour and stopped at a place called Grand Canyon Village. All the coolies transported on the car were driven out.

Lin Zaishan and Schwaronson took the opportunity to quickly observe the surrounding situation. The entire Grand Canyon Village was transformed from a tourist attraction into a cargo transfer base, with dozens of trucks parked. They were transported from the northern mountain.

The ore that came is packed and loaded here, and then transported to other places through Highway 64 for smelting or selling. A newly opened road after the end of the world leads to the mountains to the north. This mountain road is paved with sleeper tracks, and trucks filled with ore run on the tracks, and militants are escorted on each vehicle.

"Everyone, lined up in two columns and walked along the mountain road!" a leader ordered with a loudspeaker.

The coolies are not well-trained troops. They have been slowing down for a long time and have not stood in two neat columns. There are a few stupid people who are still wandering around the periphery of the queue.

Seeing this, the leader of the militants was furious and rushed over, pulled out his pistol, and shot two "bang" on the spot, smashing the heads of the two disobedient coolies into pieces. The coolies immediately stopped the noisy and stood obediently.

"If you want to survive, you have to obey the orders! Otherwise, what awaits you will die tragically beyond your imagination! Have you all heard it clearly? Very good, then let's go,"

Under the threat of the gun, the coolies marched along the mountain road towards the depths of the Grand Canyon.

The terrain in this area is large in height and fluctuates, and the jungle density is uneven. Due to the gathering of a large number of people and the frequent military driving, the number of wild animals nearby is relatively limited, which basically does not pose a threat to humans. In order to prevent coolies from escaping and staff from stealing precious ore, a strong watchtower on both sides of the road is built at every distance. There are militants on the tower carrying sniper rifles and heavy machine guns eyeing the abnormal situation around.

After advancing 3 kilometers, the Colorado River was suspended, which was suspended as an ore transportation channel. A circular platform with a diameter of about 3,000 meters was developed opposite the river. Hundreds of coolies were digging and picking up various ores on the surface with tools such as axes and chisels and containers such as baskets. In the center of the platform, there was a camp with a side length of about 100 meters. Around the camp was a 10-meter-high wooden wall built with logs, and a sentry tower was about 30 meters inside and outside the wooden wall. In addition, in the mining area outside the camp, there were also sentry towers built at the critical location. All sentry towers were guarded by militants, and some were even equipped with small cannons.

The militants escorted Lin Zaishan and other coolies to cross the river from the shallower water, crossed the busy mining site, and prepared to enter the wooden camp.

A little boy, who was only about fourteen years old, struggled to carry a basket and dump the ore inside into the rail truck. The foreman who was in charge of guarding this area waved the whip in his hand and drew a blood mark on the boy's back. "Little bastard, you are too slow!"
To be continued...