blackstone code

Chapter 1858 Insecticide

In the afternoon, after two o'clock, the notice from the Ministry of National Defense reached Lynch, and he had to wait a little longer for the paper authorization document.

After all, the process has to be completed, otherwise authorization is waste paper.

Blackstone Security, on the other hand, began to prepare for the next military operation.

As the largest military contracting group in the Federation (including Blackstone Security, Blackstone Aviation, Flight Research Institute and other companies that provide direct or indirect assistance for military operations), Blackstone Security naturally has its own airport.

A large number of bombs with yellow shells are being carefully pushed into the cabin of the bomber. The fuses of these chemical pesticides will be opened after the last refueling in Mariro, and they will enter the throwing bay at the same time.

Now theoretically speaking, they are all extremely safe and stable, but considering the possible permeability of chemical agents, everyone is still very careful.

Everyone is wearing an isolation suit, surrounded by staff who are wearing neutralizers, holding pressure nozzles, and fully covered in isolation suits.

Once a leak occurs, they will conduct harmless disposal as soon as possible.

The Ministry of National Defense sent people to participate in the entire military operation. On the one hand, it was for the report after the operation, and on the other hand, it also wanted to understand the actual effects of these pesticides more intuitively.

The plane took off at [-]:[-], a total of six bombers, and two third-generation fighter prototypes served as escorts, and quickly flew towards the north.

By the time they land, the authorization documents will almost be available.

At this time, in the north of Maliro, a group of militants were moving a large amount of food from the car.

These people are now living in burrows because it is too cold outside.

If it is summer, they will live in a tree house, which is shaded and windy.

But it's winter now, and it's already ten or twenty degrees below zero. Even if you live in a tree house with cold-proof clothes, you can be frozen into a popsicle overnight.

On the contrary, it is very comfortable to be in the cave. The thick and hard soil has become the best defense measure. When the cave is closed, no one can find them.

There is a generator in the cave, and the function of the generator is to provide power for the fan used for ventilation, so that the fresh air from the outside will be sent into the cave through the ventilation pipe.

And send out the excess carbon dioxide in the cave to form an effective air circulation to avoid accidents.

"This is the last batch. There are enough supplies for this winter, and there are still some surplus." A militant had some important parts and tires removed from the truck, while chatting with another small leader sky.

The purpose of this is to avoid damage to parts of the truck in the extremely freezing environment. Now the environment in the north is not optimistic, and there is really no place to repair the broken parts.

The other little boss also nodded, his expression looked a little numb.

"The weather is too bad. We attacked their warehouse this time. They might send someone to find us."

"It looks like I won't be able to go out this winter."

Although the burrow is good, but after staying for a long time, I also think of activities on the ground.

The weather was getting worse and worse, and both of them sighed when they said it.

Soon the parts of the truck were removed, and everyone pushed the cart into the entrance of the cave, and then they pushed a large stone to block the entrance of the cave, and they were killed from the inside.

When the snow falls, the entrance of the cave will be covered with snow, and no one can find where the entrance is.

Life in the cave is very boring. They have dug a lot of space here. Apart from sleeping, playing cards, and smoking, people are constantly venting their primitive impulses.

They arrested a lot of girls, and some of them were tortured to death, so they would go out and continue to arrest them.

During the southward migration of the northern civilians in Marilo, they also played a significant role in harming the local residents.

The little boss found a place to sit down and took out the cigarettes in his pocket. He was playing cards.

A way of playing cards that many people can participate in is a form of gambling.

Money doesn't mean much at this time. Instead, it is the cigarettes that survive the long winter and become the hard currency in the cave.

There is no shortage of high-quality tobacco leaves in Marrillo, and so is the North.

Some of it is grown by themselves, and the Marillo people grow tobacco like an innate talent, and almost everyone can grow it.

There are also some looted from some settlements. Compared with the hard work of planting, plundering is obviously easier.

Everyone has their own storage box, although they are militants, they do a good job of respecting personal privacy.

These processed tobacco leaves are stored inside, which is the most important material for them to spend the winter.

The little boss had one in his mouth, took out five more, and threw them on the stall among the crowd.

He grabbed the cards, glanced at them, and then threw the cards on the ground cursingly, cursing all the time.

He lost, and the five cigarettes belonged to someone else.

Soon everyone around was cursing and cursing, only one person piled up a large pile of cigarettes with a smile and put them in the iron box in front of him.

The game continued again, and people once again vented emotions that actually had nothing to do with gambling winning or losing because of a few cigarettes.

The fan above the head was whirling, and there was something wrong with one of the fan blades, which kept touching the pipes, but no one went to fix it.

The cold air from outside will pass through the boiler room, and at this time, the hot air is already blown out.

Everyone wears very little, and the temperature under the ground is already quite high due to the heat of the earth, so they don't feel cold even if they don't wear much.

It's just a little stuffy, and I kind of want to go back to the ground.

Humans are not earthworms after all.

This is happening in many places, this is their winter, and they don't crawl out of the dirt until spring.

In the past two years, I have gone crazy almost every winter, because it is too depressing.

The sky gradually darkened, and the smell of dinner began to waft in the cave. Potato stewed wheat, with some dried messy meat and grease, was very fragrant.

Everyone put down the things in their hands and started to eat, which is one of the few happy times in the day.

At this time, bombers were loading live ammunition at an airport south of the center line of Mariro.

The safety of these insecticides was opened and buckled, and then filled the bomb chamber.

Once the insecticide bomb is out of the bomb chamber, the safety will be fully opened, the inner wall will be broken before it hits the ground, and the chemical reaction of the filling will begin.

When it hits the ground, the fuze is impacted and starts to work, and a very small amount of explosives will split the bomb, ejecting the contents inside and spraying it to a farther place.

Due to its destructive nature, the airport was almost emptied.

In addition, two more bombers flew in later, carrying a large amount of neutralizing agent.

Once an accident occurs, it can be handled at any time.

At [-]:[-], although the sky is not completely dark, it is almost the same.

But the whole world doesn't look dark, because it's snowing, and the snow can reflect the light very well. It's dark, but it doesn't look so dark that you can't see anything.

Fighters and bombers took off one by one and headed north.

Some of the Marillians farther away looked up at the planes heading north.

They didn't feel much. The warehouse was attacked some time ago, and not only the interests of the federal people were lost, but also theirs, and more directly!
Marillo is not suitable for growing food, so the federal people don't buy food here. The food is grown by the locals themselves.

Since the Federals advocated the centralization of agriculture, the grains were all kept together.

What they stole was the rations of ordinary people.

Now that the federation's retaliation is coming, these Mariro people not only don't feel that the federation is going too far, but they feel that they have let out a bad breath.

When people's living standards are lowered enough, no matter of national righteousness, ethics, or morality, they will not be able to shake their pursuit of putting survival first.

After seven o'clock, the militants who were full and lying on the ground chatting with others all looked up at the ventilation pipe, and there was a buzzing sound inside.

The ventilation duct is like a sound collector, and the sound waves are constantly reflected back and forth inside, and finally this opening enters the cave.

"It's the sound of a bomber!" A militant who had been bombed twice explained.

But then he laughed, "Even if they blow up everything here, they won't be able to hurt us!"

Everyone laughed out loud after hearing this. People who have never lived here don’t know how hard the moving ground is!

Soon the buzz died down, there wasn't even a bang, and people continued with what they were doing.

They didn't know that above their heads, there was a fragment of an insecticide bomb, which had been completely shattered, and the intense chemical reaction caused yellow smoke to be continuously produced in the surrounding snow field with an area of ​​nearly a thousand square meters.

These yellow smogs are not as active as ordinary smog, but after reaching a certain height, they stop rising and start to spread around!

An air intake hidden under a bush with only dead branches was gradually covered by smoke. The suction from the exhaust pipe sucked a large amount of yellow smoke into it.

The pipes passed through the boiler room to heat up, and the color of these yellow gases faded a little, but came alive!
After another long passage, an exit appeared in front.

Part of the smoke continued to go further along the pipe, while the other part was discharged along the gap and the fan below.

At this time, no one looked up. If someone looked up, they would find the abnormality of the exhaust port.

But nobody does that!
At this time, everyone was full, blood sugar began to rise, and drowsy. Except for a few people who were still playing cards and focused on the cards in their hands, everyone else seemed to be asleep.

The little boss looked at the cards in his hand and became more and more anxious. He kept losing.

This made him very upset. People always feel angry when they lose, and everything is not pleasing to the eye.

His scalp was very itchy, and it was getting more and more itchy. He scratched hard, but the more he tried, the more itchy!
The unhappiness of losing the cards and the itching of the scalp spreading to his body made him scratch a few times as if in revenge, but he froze for a second.

He felt wet, and something... hairy on his hands.

He retracted his hand in front of him, and looked at it under the dim light!
I broke out in a cold sweat!
(End of this chapter)