Myth Invasion: I Kill the Gods on Earth

A worker wiped his sweat and said: "Boss, you have been working hard for three hours. Sit down, smoke a cigarette and drink some water!"

"Fuck your mother," Lao Wang, who was covered in sweat, turned around and cursed: "If God comes and the Great Steel Wall is not built in these three hours, you don't have to die, do you?"

The worker was speechless for a moment and could only whisper: "Usually when you do projects for others, you never do it yourself. Even if you do, you only work for one hour and rest for two hours..."

"Can it be the same? This is building a wall for my own home!" Lao Wang looked up at the Great Steel Wall as if he were looking at his own children: "This is for my own home."

As a last resort, a soldier shouted with a loudspeaker: "Those who work at high intensity for two consecutive hours must come down and rest for half an hour!"

"This is an order!"

"The project is important, but it's not worth it to work so hard! If the gods don't come, I, the Daxia people, will be exhausted, and it's not worth it!"

"Lao Wang's team, come down. There's no need to move around for now. Sit down and drink some water to relax!"

"Don't tell me that. If something happens to one of you, I, as the person in charge of this area, won't be able to reap the rewards! Come down! Otherwise, I'll go up and kick your ass!"

At the same time, another banquet was going on.

The banquet was not large, with only a dozen people, but all kinds of exquisite and luxurious food filled the table.

The guests at the banquet wore expensive suits and moved elegantly. While sipping red wine and cutting steaks, they laughed with each other and discussed the pleasing numbers one by one.

"Haha, I've made a lot of profits here." The middle-aged fat man smiled and said: "Mr. Carnegie, where are you?"

"General Mike is really a genius!" Mr. Carnegie laughed: "The ticket price alone has already paid for itself."

"I never thought it would go so smoothly. Those rich people are more happy than I expected."

"In just one night, most of our tickets were sold. The rest of the people are also working hard to raise money. It is estimated that they will all be sold out in three days!"

"Although many people have lost everything, for us, we have already made back our cost just from the ticket price!"

"And now, there are still so many people giving us free mining and free construction for 200,000 tickets... Hahahaha, everyone, cheers!"

Mr. Carnegie raised his glass high.

The others also laughed and raised their glasses. Even the old man at the head of the table smiled and raised their glasses, and then they all took a sip.

On the wall, a huge display screen with a length of five meters was showing pictures from various places.

There was a ragged woman with her daughter, all covered in gray, digging for ore in the mine.

The dull dust made her breathless and even her hair turned gray.

But she didn't stop.

The daughter on the side was coughing: "Mom, Mom, I want a mask..."

"Be good, bear with me..." The woman looked distressed, but continued to work without raising her head, "Masks cost money... We have to work hard to earn points now, plus the money we have on hand. ...My good daughter, be patient and work harder!”

"Mom promises to send you in!"

The woman said, but her voice was trembling.

Even if these two women work hard, how can they compete with those strong men? How can they all go into the shelter?

She had already secretly put her points card in her daughter's bag.

The man with chapped lips was covered in sweat and wearing a helmet. Even though his hands were bleeding, he didn't have time to change a pair of gloves as he struggled to carry the excavated sand and gravel in the Rocky Mountains.

There are countless people lining up in long lines at recycling centers with their cars, selling everything in their homes and their cars to consortiums at low prices, just to collect money in exchange for tickets.

Every construction site and mining site is crowded with people. People don't even have time to breathe, and they don't even dare to sleep. They are all working hard.

After all, while you are sleeping, others are working!

You have to risk your life to get in!

Of course, there are also mostly armed security personnel patrolling, but in theory, these armed personnel are not forcing them to work, but just to prevent someone from rioting.

After all, a free country is still very particular about freedom. It’s okay if you don’t buy tickets, and no one will care if you don’t work. It’s just that you can’t get free tickets, so you can’t get in.

"Rumble..."

Among the countless surveillance images, no one was chatting, only the sound of trucks roaring and equipment running.

"boom!"

The sound of a mountain explosion came, and a mine was blown open in the picture. Several men who could not escape were directly blown to pieces.

"ah!"

"help me!"

A man whose arm was blown off was lying under the huge ore, looking at his compatriots with a painful expression.

"quick!"

The crowd shouted and ran towards him.

The man looked excited, but the next moment, he was stunned.

The people with dull expressions didn't even look at him. Instead, they wielded pickaxes or drove mining trucks and rushed towards the blasted ore behind him.

"Help me!" the man shouted in pain, blood flowing from his broken arm.

But no one looked at him.

There was a boy who couldn't see it, but as soon as he got up and was about to go over to help, he heard his father scolding him: "Don't meddle in other people's business. You delayed saving him, and you can't get the tickets later. Can he pay for it for you?" "

"Work quickly!"

“As long as we perform well and add in the $10,000 we already collected, it’s still possible for us!”

"Survival is the most important thing now! His arm is broken. Even if you save him, he can't do any work or enter the shelter! You will die with him because of wasting time!"

The young man was silent for a moment, then raised his pickaxe and hit it on the ore in front of him!

"Rumble..."

A forklift suddenly drove towards the man who was trapped under the ore.

"Great," the man's eyes were excited: "Thank you, thank you, save me..."

The mine cart stopped in front of him, and the driver inside was silent for a moment: "How much money do you have on you?"

For a moment, the man with the broken arm was silent.

"Oh, I don't have money, it's okay...I will help you get rid of this stone."

The driver sighed, and the forklift roared again, slowly shoveling away the huge ore that was holding the man down.

The forklift roared away with the huge ore, leaving only the man whose head was crushed by the wheel.

The driver's expression was blank, and he didn't even bother to look back. After all, he originally wanted this huge piece of ore that could settle hundreds of points.

At the banquet table, the juicy beef was brought into the mouth, the sweet wine was crystal clear, and the clinking sound of the knife and fork against the plate was clear and sweet.

Mozart's melodies echo gracefully.

"When will General Mike come?" The middle-aged fat man said with a smile: "This bottle of wine is specially opened for him! My family has collected it for more than a hundred years!"

"I have to thank General Mike properly this time."

Others laughed in response.

"Yes, thanks to General Mike, otherwise we would have such a good idea?"

"Other than General Mike, who would have thought that building shelters in these last days would be such a lucrative business!"

And right now.

"Tap tap tap..."

General Mike walked quickly into the conference hall.

"Mike, why are you here?"

The middle-aged fat man laughed and immediately stood up to pour the wine: "Mike, come on, this is the best bottle of wine in my family's collection, specially opened for you!"

Mike silently took the wine glass and glanced at Fatty, or in other words, at the huge monitor that served as the background wall behind Fatty.

He looked at the people on the monitor who had to work desperately in order to survive, and even suffered casualties from time to time, without saying a word.

The middle-aged fat man patted General Mike on the shoulder and raised his glass: "Thanks to you this time, we can reach this point!"

"This cup is to show my respect for you!"

The fat middle-aged man raised his wine glass high and prepared to clink glasses with Mike.

But the next moment.

"Wow!"

Mike poured all the red wine in the glass directly on the middle-aged fat man's face.

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