Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 286 Why do you carve your name on my spaceship?

Africa.

The Kalahari Desert is a semi-arid desert area located in southern Africa, covering Namibia, Botswana and South Africa, with a total area of ​​65 square kilometers.

The harsh natural environment, coupled with the fact that neighboring Namibia and Botswana are well-known small agricultural countries in Africa, have together created a sparsely populated, desolate and bleak scene here, with a population density as low as 1.4 people per square kilometer.

But deep within this seemingly desolate desert lies one of Earth’s greatest secrets, which, if revealed, could unleash a wave of global panic.

"One can per person, no more allowed!"

"Put your hands where I can see them! If you stinking bastards dare to steal cans again, I'll chop off your paws!"

"Line up! If anyone dares to cut in line, I'll make his head explode!"

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In the desert, a huge refugee camp built with walls and barbed wire stands tall.

Here, countless alien refugees, who look like giant shrimps and are about the same size as humans, are queuing up in an orderly manner, waiting for food to be distributed ahead.

It is not volunteers who provide them with the necessities of life, but fully armed soldiers holding tactical rifles.

On the long table, cans of cat food were piled high. This was the food that the soldiers distributed to the alien refugees every day. They were distributed according to need, and each alien could only receive one can per day.

It must be said that this alien refugee camp is huge, with nearly two million aliens living in it, and its population even exceeds that of many small African countries.

Therefore, not every alien refugee can get canned food every day. The United Nations provides a limited amount of food every day, and only the strongest refugees in the camp can enjoy this treatment.

As for the other weak ones, they may only get a share once every few weeks or even a month, and the rest of the time they can only look for leftovers in the garbage dump to fill their stomachs.

But because these alien refugees have sharp mouthparts and powerful digestive systems, over the years, even though they have been eating all kinds of things, their population has not only not decreased, but has shown an upward trend.

The captain in charge of food distribution looked at the shrimp-like aliens in front of him, enduring their foul body odor, and his irritation became more and more intense.

If it weren't for humanitarian considerations and the temptation of high-tech weapons that required alien DNA to activate, he really wanted to shoot all of these guys.

Just as he was thinking this, the opportunity came.

After receiving the canned food, a burly prawn tore it open with its sharp mouthparts and poured all the food into its mouth. Then, he also snatched the canned food from the surrounding refugees, sparking public outrage.

It would have been fine if the soldiers didn't see it, but how could the human soldiers tolerate his behavior when he broke the rules in front of them?

In an instant, countless rifles were raised at the same time, with the cold muzzles pointed directly at the prawn that was snatching the food, ready to teach it a profound lesson.

But the development of events was beyond everyone's expectations.

The shrimps, who were originally in a state of confusion due to internal strife, suddenly rioted at the same time when they saw the human soldiers pointing guns at them.

Instead of retreating as usual, they pointed at the soldiers and cursed at them. Some of them even pulled out alien weapons hidden under their clothes, forming a tense confrontation with humans.

"Sangaofu bitch!"

Seeing this scene, the captain, who was about to go somewhere far away to smoke a cigarette and relax, suddenly became furious.

He suddenly grabbed the CR21 bullpup rifle hanging on his chest, quickly loaded it, and strode forward, firing several shots into the air as a warning.

Bang Bang Bang!
The sound of gunfire echoed over the refugee camp. The captain's eyes widened as he pointed at the group of big shrimps and shouted, "Get back here! How dare you point guns at us? All of your canned food rations will be cancelled today!"

As soon as these words came out, the already tense atmosphere was instantly ignited. The shrimp that snatched the can was even more arrogant, holding a strange-looking alien gun and roaring at the captain.

The roars came clearly into the soldiers' ears through the translation headphones they wore.

"We have over a million people and you're only handing out tens of thousands of cans a day, which is simply not enough to meet our needs."

Upon hearing this, the captain's face turned pale and he hit back unceremoniously: "More than one million of you have invaded our human territory without even saying hello. Not only did we not drive you away, we also provided you with a gathering place and gave you food to fill your stomach. How dare you be picky now? I tell you, eat what you can. If you dare to point a gun at me again, I will shoot you right now!"

However, the prawn paid no attention to the captain's threat. Instead, he approached with his gun pointed, shouting, "A few tens of thousands of cans are too few! If you don't increase the supply, we will rush out of this gathering place and go to your human city to find food!"

"You are looking for death!"

The captain locked his gun on the prawn and had his finger on the trigger, ready to smash the head of this provocative guy at any time.

The other members of the Big Shrimp camp were also on high alert, staring at the humans in front of them. The weapons in their hands began to emit faint energy beams, and a war seemed about to break out.

At this critical moment, a hurried report suddenly came from the captain's walkie-talkie.

The captain looked up suddenly and saw a C-17 transport plane quietly circling among the thick clouds above the refugee camp, which was designated as an absolute no-fly zone.

Immediately afterwards, a black dot fell off the tail of the plane, falling rapidly like a meteorite, and finally hit the ground heavily!
wheelchair?

Just as everyone was full of doubts, they saw two figures falling from the sky at the speed of meteors.

Old Joe's body was as steady as a rock in mid-air, with only his legs fluttering in the wind like noodles. However, in the blink of an eye, he landed accurately on the wheelchair and sat steadily.

Then, Rango, who deliberately slowed down, slowly landed on the ground, looking at Old Joe in the wheelchair with strange eyes.

He was planning to protect Old Joe, but this guy was fine after falling from a height of ten thousand meters, and the same went for the wheelchair. What material is this thing made of?
As soon as Old Joe landed, the captain of the soldiers, who had been on high alert before, immediately led the others to salute and respectfully called him "sir".

But Old Joe seemed not to have heard it. He stared at the endless alien refugees in front of him who were pointing weapons at him and others, and slowly maneuvered his wheelchair forward.

Seeing Old Joe, the atmosphere of war that was about to break out froze instantly. Those big shrimps that were originally ferocious and ready to fight suddenly became obedient, and some even trembled with fear, not daring to look directly at the cripple in front of them.

Not long ago, this lame man in a wheelchair dismantled one of their mecha weapons with his bare hands. His strong fighting power has refreshed the worldview of these big guys.

Old Joe stared coldly at the alien refugees and cursed in a deep voice, "You are rebelling! We provide you with shelter and food and drink, but now you not only dare to secretly develop virus weapons, but also dare to point guns at us humans?"

“@#&#……@&@……&&*”

The big shrimp who had previously confronted the captain tried to argue, but Old Joe didn't have any translation equipment, so he naturally couldn't understand what he was saying, and he didn't have the patience to listen.

tear-

Old Joe suddenly jumped up, grabbed Da Xia's gun-holding arm with one hand, and pulled it lightly, tearing his arm apart, and green plasma splashed out.

Before the prawn could groan in pain, Old Joe twisted his wrist and stabbed the broken arm shaped like a shrimp claw into the prawn's neck, penetrating the entire neck, leaving only a layer of shell connected to the body.

"Fuck Fuck!"

Old Joe glared at the densely packed alien refugees in front of him, his voice low and threatening: "As refugees, you should do your duty as refugees! If it weren't for us humans, you would have all died decades ago! How dare you make demands?"

Even though these prawns were armed with weapons that far surpassed Earth's technology, after witnessing Old Joe cruelly executing one of their own kind, no one dared to act rashly. They could only look at each other, standing still and not daring to move.

The more Old Joe cursed, the angrier he became. If these refugees could behave themselves, he might be able to barely accept their existence.

But every day there are shrimps in the camp trying to sneak into the city, causing chaos.

They have no sympathy for humans. As refugees living under the protection of others, they repeatedly kill innocent civilians in the city and are full of hostility towards humans.

If he could go back in time, and if he met the leftist leader who ordered the acceptance of these alien refugees and their good care, Joe would definitely be the first one to twist his neck.

When the atmosphere became tense, Rango did not step forward to steal the limelight from Old Joe, but quietly observed his surroundings.

The refugee camp is tightly surrounded by barbed wire and walls, and most of the houses inside are built with discarded iron sheets and bricks, and many are shacks made of wood and plastic sheets. Garbage is piled up on the roadside, and the air is filled with an unbearable stench.

This is more like a slum in the city than a refugee camp.

The appearance of those alien refugees is exactly the same as that in "District 9", like shrimps that have become spirits.

Here, just as Old Joe was cursing excitedly, the big shrimps seemed to sense something, and the originally crowded formation suddenly made way for a path.

Then, a large shrimp wearing a red vest and looking quite old walked out slowly.

When Old Joe saw him, he snorted disdainfully and stopped cursing. He took out two earphones from his pocket, put one on himself, and threw the other to Rango.

Obviously, this old shrimp was the target of their operation.

"Joe, we were definitely wrong about this matter."

Christopher was very sincere and took the initiative to admit his mistake. "Since those who tried to instigate the riot have received the punishment they deserve, let's let this matter go."

But Old Joe didn't buy his story at all. He asked in a deep voice, "Don't play dumb, Christopher. I'm not here for this."

As he spoke, Old Joe took out a sealed test tube from his arms. The blue liquid in the test tube was flashing a strange light in the sunlight.

When Christopher's eyes fell on the blue liquid in the test tube, his expression froze instantly, and Old Joe's angry voice rang out:
"You'd better give us a reasonable explanation. Who developed this virus targeting humans? Hand over that bastard, or I will exterminate half of your people today!"

Christopher stared at the test tube, and a strange light flashed in his emotionless eyes.

He looked at Old Joe and Rango, and then caught a glimpse of the human army in the distance, ready and waiting. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke: "This is not a virus, but a special fuel."

"Fuel?" Old Joe wondered.

Christopher nodded slightly, then turned to Old Joe and asked, "Joe, can we talk alone?"

Old Joe did not answer immediately, but looked at Rango first. After seeing Rango nod, he snorted coldly and said to Christopher: "Okay, for the sake of our past friendship, I remind you not to try to use any tricks to delay time, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

Christopher smiled, glanced at Rango again, then turned and led them into a tin shed.

As soon as he entered the house, Rango was a little surprised by the scene in front of him.

The room is filled with various mechanical tools and even electric robotic arms. It is like a small repair factory.

But Christopher did not introduce the surrounding environment. Instead, he walked straight to the door, closed it tightly, bent down and lifted a piece of black plastic sheet on the ground.

A dark tunnel entrance suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Once you get inside, you'll understand everything." Christopher looked at Rango and Old Joe.

Rango shrugged and went down first. He had passed through the Nine Layers of Hell without any damage. He couldn't think of any threat to himself in a tunnel built by alien refugees.

The tunnel was narrow and dark, and the air was filled with a pungent stench. When Rango descended to a depth of about 100 meters, he stopped.

In front of them, a high-tech mechanical hatch door suddenly appeared in their sight!
Christopher stepped forward and inserted his claw-shaped hand into a circular groove in the hatch.

Accompanied by a slight sound of electric current and the roar of mechanical operation, the hatch burst open.

When Rango and Lao Qiao stepped into the cabin, an alien spaceship that looked like a B2 bomber appeared before them!

"The so-called 'virus weapon' you mentioned before was actually the spacecraft fuel that I collected and mixed over the years. But due to some unfortunate accidents, it was mistaken for a weapon by a few undisciplined rioters and was secretly taken outside."

Christopher walked to the front of the spaceship, his eyes full of memories.

"Forty-six years ago, my planet was invaded by foreign enemies. In order to continue our bloodline, we built ten interstellar motherships for migration. But one of them encountered an accident while passing through a wormhole, ran out of energy, and eventually ran aground outside the earth."

"In order to recharge our energy, we need to absorb light and heat energy from the stars for at least several decades." He shook his head helplessly, "So we can only stay on Earth temporarily."

"And this small spaceship is the key to launching the mothership!"

Christopher's tone was full of excitement. "The mothership's energy should be fully charged now. As long as I start this spaceship and return to the mothership, I can restart it. It is the crystallization of the technology of my planet and has many capabilities that you can hardly imagine. When the time comes..."

At this point, he paused, and then continued, "When the time comes, I can use it to take away my kind, these two million so-called 'interstellar refugees'. We will go find a new, habitable planet."

"Joe! My friend!"

Christopher looked at Old Joe with sincere eyes and said, "Give me back the test tube, Joe. With it, I can take our tribe away and won't cause any trouble to you humans anymore."

Old Joe stared at Christopher expressionlessly, and remained silent for a long time without saying a word.

As Christopher became increasingly anxious, Old Joe suddenly asked, "Are you sure that once you drive this spaceship back to the space mothership, you will only use the mothership to take your people away, and will not use its weapons to destroy humanity and invade the earth?"

"This... How is this possible?" Christopher swore hastily, "Believe me, Joe, we are so grateful that you accepted us. How could we repay your kindness with hatred and invade your homeland!"

"Yeah, that's true."

Old Joe shrugged, seemed shaken, and slowly handed over the test tube in his hand.

Seeing this, Christopher hurriedly reached out to take it. However, just as he was about to touch the test tube, Old Joe's hand suddenly retracted!
"Hahaha"

Old Joe pointed at Christopher, turned to look at Rango, and laughed. "This guy avoided my gaze at least five times. He really thought I would believe his nonsense. Hahahaha..."

Rango also smiled and shook his head, obviously sneering at Christopher's nonsense.

How could they easily hand over an interstellar mothership that could travel through wormholes, make interstellar jumps, and was equipped with countless weapons that surpassed human technology to these shrimp aliens who had been lingering on Earth for decades?

In fact, from the moment they stepped into this underground passage, everything here had nothing to do with this group of giant shrimp aliens.

“This spaceship is pretty cool.”

Rango stroked his chin, his eyes fell on the spaceship that was used as the key to the mothership, and he praised it highly. "Although these prawns are ugly, their aesthetic taste is still good. You watch here, I'll make a phone call and ask Moffitt to come and move this treasure back to my house."

"you!!!"

Christopher was stunned when he heard this, then he suddenly blocked the spaceship and shouted angrily, "This is my spaceship! Mine!"

"Your spaceship?" Rango raised his eyebrows slightly, with a playful smile on his face. "Then why don't you try calling it and see if it will answer you?"

The old shrimp man Christopher was suddenly speechless, his face turned red with anger, he widened his eyes and stared at Rango, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"Since it doesn't agree, it's mine." Rango raised a finger and gently pushed Christopher aside. Then he opened the door of the spaceship and prepared to go in to find out.

But at this moment, the old shrimp man raised his claws angrily and anxiously, pointed at the hull of the spaceship, and shouted loudly: "My name is engraved on the spaceship! It belongs to me!"

Rango looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, he saw a cluster of gilded patterns on the side of the spacecraft.

He sneered at the sight and shot out two blazing rays of light, instantly shattering the pattern into pieces.

Then, Rango turned his head and shouted at the big prawn: "How dare you carve your name on my spaceship?!"

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(End of this chapter)