Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 287 Joe: "I know a good place"

on the ground.

Thanks to the appearance of Old Joe and Rango, the tense atmosphere between the human soldiers and the alien shrimps, which was originally on the verge of a fierce conflict as if it would break out at any moment, has quietly eased a little.

After all, the old shrimp man who was wearing a red jacket and looked like a big shrimp leader was very humble when treating Old Joe and the others.

No matter how dumb these alien refugees were, they knew that the old shrimps were reminding them not to go against humans, so they put down their tightly grasped guns and threw themselves into the daily indispensable joyful ritual.

They picked up a pile of discarded car tires one by one and piled them on the ground. Then, they collected dozens of bottles of glue from some unknown corner and poured them on the tires without hesitation.

Then, the flames were ignited, and the tires instantly turned into raging flames. The billowing black smoke hovered above the camp like a raging black dragon. The air was filled with a pungent burnt smell, and just a slight sniff was enough to make people dizzy.

But to these alien shrimps, this pungent smell was like a delicious delicacy. They lay beside the fire, occasionally sticking their heads out, taking a deep breath, and then their bodies trembled involuntarily, with satisfaction and intoxication on their faces.

The soldiers outside the camp were already accustomed to this kind of scene.

Humans may become dependent on alcohol and drugs, but these shrimp aliens have an irresistible obsession with the gases produced by the burning mixture of rubber and glue.

Once you are infected, you can never get rid of it.

This is also the reason why they strictly forbid these refugees to flee from here.

Once they enter the city, it would be fine if they just steal things, but the scary thing is that they will set fires everywhere just to find the smoke that intoxicates them.

Who the hell dares to let them out?

"You're crazy, why suck on something else but fucking rubber"

The captain of the soldiers who had previously confronted the leader of the shrimp people was now sitting leisurely on a bench outside the camp, with a cigar in his mouth, looking at the prawns immersed in the "world of smoke" with disdain.

He muttered to himself, wondering what Chief Qiao was talking about with that old shrimp in there, and why he hadn't come out yet.

Just as he was thinking about everything, the ground suddenly shook violently, as if an earthquake had struck. Even the soldiers outside the camp could feel the shock.

Then, the prawns who were sitting around the fire and immersed in the smoke were surprised to find that the ground beneath their feet suddenly rose into the air, and they and the fire were thrown into the air.

Before they could cheer excitedly, the burning tires scattered along with the mud and sand, and the flaming wheels hit them hard.

In an instant, the prawns that were originally immersed in the smoke were instantly awakened and screamed in pain due to the burning fire.

The human soldiers on the ground had no time to care about the tragic fate of these shrimps. Their attention was completely attracted by the scene in the air.

After all the dirt and debris above had fallen down, a flying vehicle as black as night and shaped like a peregrine falcon suddenly appeared before everyone.

Its appearance presents a huge triangular outline, which has both a strong three-dimensional visual sense and the beauty of smooth lines. The fuselage is smooth and flawless, and except for the slightly angular tail, there are almost no extra protrusions.

Looking up from below, this behemoth was several hundred meters tall, blocking out the sky and the sun, leaving only a huge shadow covering the area below.

"Waterfa?!"

The captain was shocked and asked in disbelief, "When did these alien bastards hide a B2 bomber in the ground?!"

"It doesn't look like a B2, sir. It just looks like one. How can a B2 be so big?" a soldier nearby responded quickly.

An ordinary B2 bomber is only more than meters long, but the aircraft in front of us is at least meters long. Calling it an aircraft seems a bit narrow, and it is actually more like a spaceship!
Just as everyone expected, this aircraft that looks like B2 is exactly the one that Rango and others found in the old shrimp man’s tunnel. It is a spacecraft that serves as the starting key for the space mothership and can travel in the universe!

At this moment, inside the spacecraft, Rango was holding a shrimp claw, tapping and sliding it on the light and shadow projection screen, and chatting happily with Old Joe beside him from time to time. The atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.

Rango gazed at the Prawn Refugee Camp below through the projection, feeling a mixture of emotions in his heart.

What a commotion. I originally thought they were here to quell the unrest, but in the end they did nothing and got a spaceship as soon as they arrived.

Even outside the earth, there is a space carrier that can accommodate millions of people waiting for him.

"Thanks, bro~"

Rango turned around and nodded sincerely to express his gratitude to Christopher, the old shrimp man lying behind him, who was already dying.

Christopher seemed to have not yet recovered from the previous incident. He looked ahead with empty eyes and was indifferent to Rango and Old Joe's pointing and talking.

Just a few minutes ago, in the tunnel where the spaceship was secretly hidden, Rango used shamelessness and verbal threats to seize ownership of the spaceship from Christopher, and filled the fuel tank with the fuel he had collected over decades in an attempt to start the spaceship.

When the old shrimp man saw this scene, he immediately made a few sarcastic remarks.

Any weapon on their planet, including spacecraft, requires the DNA of the shrimp to activate, and humans on Earth have no chance of controlling it.

However, as soon as he said this, he suddenly felt his arm lighten.
When he looked down, his entire arm had been cut off at the root and fell into Rango's hand.

This guy was also considerate enough to use thermal vision to flatten the prawn's wound. Before the blood could flow out, the wound was ironed together.

Later, Rango actually used his arm to successfully pass the DNA test and start the entire spacecraft.

"Damn Earthlings."

Christopher stared at the backs of the two people in front of him with anger in his eyes. These humans not only treated his people as refugees and kept them in captivity, but also deducted their food and living conditions, ignored their physiological needs, and now openly robbed his spaceship.

This was a plan that I had been planning for decades, but it failed so easily?
"what?"

At this time, Rango's questioning voice came from the front.

Rango was holding the old shrimp man's arm and clicking on an icon on the projection, but the screen did not respond.

"Could it be that the machine has crashed?" Old Joe's eyes widened and he suggested, "There's no place to take pictures of this machine. How about restarting it and trying?"

"No way, such a high-tech thing could crash?" Rango scratched his back with his shrimp claws speechlessly.

Fortunately, just when he was full of doubts, the old shrimp man behind him started to show off again.

"That arm has lost its activity. Our planet's system can automatically identify it." The old shrimp man said proudly, "Do you think you humans can steal our planet's weapons so easily? Only people from our planet can use all the functions of this spacecraft."

"Qiao!" He pretended to be polite at first, then continued in a sincere tone: "We have known each other for a long time. We have been friends for ten years, right?"

"Do you remember? When you four knights first came to the camp, I specially sent two female tribesmen to entertain Quagma. Pete wanted to eat charcoal-grilled shrimp claws, so I simply chopped off dozens of tribesmen's arms for him to grill and eat."

"I really think of you as my friends, trust me, OK?"

When Lao Xia talked about the touching parts, he even shed tears.

He said fondly: "I just want to take my people home. We have had enough of the refugee life."

"You can go to the breeding room in the camp and see that our people can only rely on dead cattle and sheep to extract nutrient solution to breed the next generation. They are getting thinner and thinner, and some are not even as tall as you humans."

"Believe me for the last time, Joe. When I return to the mothership, I will never point the weapons on the ship at you humans. I will take my people to other galaxies and find a planet suitable for our survival!" Looking at his sincere look, Old Joe couldn't help but sigh and pushed the wheelchair forward.

"Christopher"

Joe looked down at the old shrimp man lying on the ground, looking at him with tears in his eyes, and sighed softly: "I hope you can understand that this is not a question of trust."

"Your Shrimp Star mothership is equipped with weapons that far surpass human technology. Even if you personally have no ambition to invade the Earth, what about your people? Can you ensure that they have no ambitions either? For the safety of mankind, I must minimize this risk."

"But."

"No buts!"

The old shrimp wanted to argue a few more words, but was interrupted by Old Joe in a harsh voice.

Compared to the other three of the Four Horsemen, Joe may have many shortcomings, but his bottom line is far higher than that of Pete and Quagma. He always adheres to his professionalism and is committed to maintaining the peace and tranquility of mankind.

He looked at the old shrimp man with a sharp gaze and said in a deep voice: "Whether it is this spaceship or the mothership in space, from now on, they have nothing to do with you big shrimp people. They will be requisitioned by the wooden house to protect the earth from the invasion of alien civilizations."

"As compensation, I will contact the United Nations and reallocate you to a more suitable place to live. Stop indulging in those unrealistic fantasies, old friend."

The old shrimp fell into a long silence after hearing this, and then he said seriously: "Without active DNA, you can't use the weapons of our planet at all. Don't try to win over my people, they have only endless hatred for humans."

"I will take care of this myself." Joe's attitude remained firm.

Seeing this, the old shrimp man's eyes showed a trace of frustration. He said softly: "Our tribe prefers a hot environment, preferably with pungent smells and abundant food sources. Of course, the most important thing is that there can be no humans nearby."

"These are not problems. I will start choosing a new habitat for you when I get out." Old Joe smiled and stretched out his hand, looking at Christopher on the ground.

The old man sighed inwardly. Although he failed to achieve his wish, it was not bad to be able to find a better place for his people to live.

Moreover, when he made his request, he specifically emphasized two points: one was that the food resources were abundant, and the other was that it was far away from humans.

As long as they hide a batch of weapons and give them enough time to develop, perhaps within a few decades, they will be able to counterattack humans and become the new masters of this blue planet.

Thinking of this, he felt much better and raised his hand to hold the arm that Old Joe extended.

next second...

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, his only remaining arm was torn off by Old Joe!

Old Joe threw the severed arm to Rango behind him without even looking at the old shrimp man.

As he slid his wheelchair, he said, "Rango, we are running out of time. Use this arm to try out other functions of the spacecraft first."

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Not long after, the human soldiers from the outside world witnessed a shocking scene that they might never see again in their lifetime.

A row of gun muzzles suddenly extended from the front of the spacecraft that was originally suspended in the air. Then, countless brilliant purple rays shot out from it, like the touch of death, turning the prawns in the refugee camp ahead into living targets.

Once hit by these rays, the shrimps will be instantly annihilated into molecular state, as if they had never existed, and disappear into thin air between heaven and earth.

Then, a missile-like throwing weapon slowly rose from the mechanical frame under the spacecraft.

Witnessing this scene and thinking of the amazing power of the beam weapon before, the soldiers on guard outside were suddenly awakened. Led by the captain, they quickly ran away in an attempt to escape from this potential explosion center.

But fortunately, this missile-like thing only showed its head and then shrank back.

Not only did the soldiers on the ground breathe a sigh of relief, but even the tense bodies of the old shrimp people on the spaceship relaxed.

At such a close distance, if the missile explodes, not only will all two million people in the camp be killed, but the spacecraft itself will also be doomed.

Rango shrugged in boredom and threw the shrimp claw he had just torn off aside casually.

Less than a minute after the arm was separated from the old shrimp man, it was denied access by the spacecraft system. It seems that controlling this spacecraft is much more difficult than they imagined.

"How about we chop off the arms of these prawns and give it a try?" Old Joe continued to make his suggestion as if he was talking about something very ordinary. "One arm can be used for one minute, and there are nearly two million prawns underneath."

"Well, I'm afraid not." Rango thought for a moment and shook his head. "Do I have to carry thousands of prawns with me every time I use the spaceship? This is too troublesome."

As he spoke, a brilliant idea suddenly flashed through Rango's mind. He turned his head and looked at the old shrimp man who had only two legs left and a look of despair on his face.

After a while, outside a room in the camp that was sealed tightly with wooden boards.

Countless prawns were looking angrily at the prawn embryos that the soldiers were taking out.

They were furious and wanted to take up arms to resist, but the destroyed hilltop in the distance was like a silent warning, so they dared not act rashly. They could only watch as the human soldiers forcibly took away their newborn cubs.

Rango, who had just sent out a small nuclear explosion with one finger, proudly boasted to Old Joe: "Since we can't control these big shrimp adults, we can just start with the babies. Just like in the movie "A Clockwork Orange", we should instill in these little guys things about obeying human values ​​every day and train them to be obedient puppets. If that doesn't work, we can just tie them up with chains, so that we can always control the weapons and spacecraft in our hands!"

Hearing this, Old Joe couldn't help but pursed his lips, and looked at Rango with eyes full of relief and admiration: "Kid, you have finally grown up. I seem to see the shadow of Pete in you."

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Rango was speechless, then asked curiously: "Where are you going to place them? I have to remind you that these guys' hatred for humans is obvious."

"Haha, don't worry, don't they like places with high temperatures, lots of smoke, and far away from humans? I just happen to have a good place for them."

Old Joe patted his chest confidently, a smile as if he was just born on his face.

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a few days later.

Old Shrimp Man Christopher looked around blankly. The temperature here was suffocatingly hot and the air was filled with a strong smell of sulfur, as if the whole world was shrouded in a huge crater.

On the ground, white smoke was rising from the cracks, and just smelling it made me feel dizzy and want to faint.

He vaguely remembered that he had just taken a nap in the camp, and suddenly he felt a strong sense of falling. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in this strange place.

Moreover, not only himself, but also more than one million of his clansmen were brought here.

However, before the old shrimp man could calm his people's panic, a huge shadow suddenly enveloped their heads.

The old shrimp man looked up and then shouted out the only human language he had learned.

"Fake!!!"

A vicious dog with three heads, as big as a mountain, was staring at them hungrily!
(End of this chapter)