Military women have opened their boxes, from taking care of brown-striped tobacco trees to selling them at daily prices. Finally, as usual, they complained about the local political circles that "there are a lot of land prices, labor, transportation and local taxes in brown-striped tobacco trees … in fact, they can’t make much money."
Unlike the Vimia Front, when the Tiger-Clan Army was autonomous, the Tiger-Clan Presbyterian Church was established and the political team was different. K778 was sent by the central government and had different interests with the local garrison and migrants.
On the surface, the three forces are strangling each other.
In fact, there is no Presbyterian church of its own population to support a large number of tiger-beetle migrants, which can serve as a buffer zone when the central team disputes with the local garrison.
To be honest, whenever I hear such news, Jia always thinks that this session of political and military circles sucks.
But he doesn’t know what to do.
"What’s the noise outside the door?"
The female soldier listened and shook her head twice. "Some females want to leave K778," he whispered. "Have you heard about the parasite?"
When ng woke up, he didn’t know that the general parasitic body Princess Shirley appeared on the K778 planet. He didn’t log on to the major news networks or go to the forum to watch, but he was listening to others.
"Isn’t it rumored?"
The military woman said, "What do we have from local political circles?"
The resident corps does not need to be responsible to the local political circles and does not want to be responsible to the people seeking help. Their duty is to maintain the peace of K778 and resist the invasion of parasites.
Seeing that they were not nervous, Jia asked, "Really?"
"The Male Insect Association is ready to send the male insects and children away in batches," said the female soldier. "No matter whether the news is true or not … they are even more nervous than we are on both sides, exaggerating to say that they are going to prepare a three-day and three-night entertainment planet pass for the male insects and children."
Jia can understand the tension of the male insect association.
If the general parasite really arrives, let alone how many male worms and most children die, it is absolutely impossible to live.
It’s not about strength.
This is the food chain level
The "logistics chief" suddenly came from the end of the tobacco yard, and a dignified and strong recruit came running with a bowl. "The logistics chief’s logistics chef actually took something smelly to cook soup."
He ran with a bowl in his hand and suddenly rose.
The soup in the bowl bumped and spilled on the floor.
Gale frowned and looked at the bold recruit. He crouched down to pick up the bowl, and his hand was about to touch the moment. He stopped and lazily kicked the broken bowl where whole pieces were missing to one side.
The military female logistics chief wondered, "What is it?"
"Can’t you see? Take a good look." Gary pointed to the ground and gave off a purple-green foggy soup. "Gregory, you have to get busy."
Gregory, the logistics chief, has just brought Jia a box lunch from the kitchen. No matter how bad he wants, he can’t let the boss lose his temper. He is absorbed in distinguishing chaotic soup and ingredients in a hazy purple-green fog
"One, two, three, four." He spoke faster and faster, and his face turned from red to livid. "It’s not bad to be in charge of cooking soup today … this is broth, not noodles … treating maggots as beef offal."
Chapter 8 Chapter 8
Hesitate for a moment (catching insects)
He came later than Jia.
On the 7th, Alexei, a parasite of No.100, was arranged to go with them. They crossed the barren Xinghai, Aleck kept his cold posture, and never made moves to exchange skills with the parasites. During the day, he appeared in the corridor and bedroom, and at night, he quietly opened the training ground door to test his strength in recent days.
He doesn’t want to become a little punk when we meet next time.
Alek sweated and wiped his belly sweat and lay in bed on a cold night. The distant city reflected light to brighten the night, and the aircraft engine roared. They landed in the port of K778.
The harbor was full of smoke, brown streaks of smoke, and brown fog hung like a long spike on everyone’s forehead. For the first time, Alek saw parasites doing business with local vendors enthusiastically. They did not hesitate to take out their miserable bills and buy a lot of brown streaks of smoke.
Alek walked out of the aircraft and walked into the front of No.7 along the traffic trench.
"You can’t taste it, can you?"
Parasites have no feelings for most foods. Although alcohol and tobacco can stimulate their senses, not all alcohol and tobacco can play the same role.
Parasite No.7 opened his backpack, and two low-level parasites were specially responsible for packing brown-striped cigarettes for him. He said, "It is because you can’t taste it that it is particularly precious to taste it."
The origin of brown-striped tobacco in Weimia front has fallen into the hands of parasites.
But they don’t know how to plant and are not good at processing the brown-striped tobacco wood in the origin of tobacco, and they are actually taking care of it until they are dying, and planting a dead one and surviving a few excellent ones is a direct tribute.
Where is the spare capacity for the rest?
So there was a very funny scene, in which the parasites in control of the origin of brown-striped tobacco snapped up the brown-striped tobacco in K778.
In the Woods and hills, however, there is a breeze blowing, as if the wings of birds could not be seen at first sight; Severe frost has beaten weeds and exudes an indescribable melancholy smell. Alec has been stained with alcohol and doesn’t want to commit another crime of smoking.
At the gate of the aircraft, he watched the new shopping demand surging out of the dark crowd. The parasites had strong individual strength, but they did not cultivate perfect manufacturing bodies and industrial bodies. It was in line with the "friendly trade" agreement signed by the Emperor Worm and Cali.
It was dark around the port, and the lights were obscure.
Alek saw a group of black figures surging in the distance, and they rampaged across the driveway.
"They started to give us bad meat!" A voice shouted angrily, "master the port!" "
"Bad guys …"
"They can eat parasites! Blood sucking worm! "
"They also took our brown striped cigarettes to sell us money to be popular and spicy …"
A few people in the vicinity frequently looked back at No.7 and gathered up their belts, and ordered the low-level parasites to help them take back the brown-striped cigarettes. Alek saw the head of the port in a hurry and was in charge of the port security, blocking the way of the crowd.
The person in charge of the port waited until people were quiet and said, "Su-quiet! Stop talking now! I’ve made it clear, but what injustice you’ve suffered? I’ll appoint a Committee to investigate the situation of other jobs. Gregory, tell me what problems you’ve encountered … "
Gregory motioned for his own people to put the stinky soup. He stepped in the soup pot to see the dirt spilled all over the floor. "Every day, the port is responsible for delivering food. Tell me what this is."
It stinks.
"Send him to the supervision office!" The people behind booed.
Another wave of shouting silenced the words of the port manager.