In order to calm public opinion, Thomas Ball was kicked out of the Department of Homeland Security, his rank of general was stripped, he was demoted to general, and he joined the Security Council.
After learning the news, Ball sat alone on a bench facing the sea in his mansion. The weather was cold, the sea was rolling with gray and white waves, and the sea wind blew past his ears like a roar.
People from the Department of Homeland Security sent secret agents to turn his palace-like mansion upside down under the pretext of investigation. The little wife was frightened and returned to Mangxing City under the pretext of filming a movie. They took away a large amount of precious jewelry and works of art and never returned home.<
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He knew that they were looking for "information", and of course he would hide this fatal thing that could cause an earthquake in Gaia's political world. This information was like a time bomb. He was chosen by the mysterious organization to detonate it, so he kept
Indecisive.
"Fuck!" He rubbed his temples helplessly with his hands. Now he felt that his head was like a ball of paste. The long and arduous time and space battle, as well as tobacco, alcohol and women, the chaotic life had long eroded his once steel-like strength.
body.
Originally he just wanted to finish these few years, squeeze out David Dewey, and finally retire as the director of Gaia's Homeland Security Agency, and then he could enjoy the happy years of his later years in this picturesque palace on the island. He finally
Free——
"I really underestimated this dog..." he cursed angrily, "If I had known better, I would have just found an opportunity to kill him!"
He was scolded, but he still lacked the courage to die together. After all, he was still a major general. After a few more years, he would retire with the rank of major general. He would be worse than his superiors and more than his inferiors. He could not trust those weird people with unknown purposes. p>
Now his new boss, General Hassan Taylor, is swinging the club gracefully in the virtual panoramic golf hall in the office.
Admiral Taylor is a strange mixture, just as his mother of Middle Eastern descent gave him all the body, burly, dark skin, large nostrils and dark curly hair, while his father of British descent gave him all the soul,
Always polite in speech, as well as mean and greedy in nature.
"Bauer, you know how difficult it is to be a father of three children."
Taylor gently bent his knees, leaned his back slightly forward in the direction of the ball, and at the same time retracted his hips. He was adjusting the best hitting posture. Thomas Ball, who was on the side, thought this posture was extremely stupid, and he wanted to
He kicked his boss in the butt, but he held back and could only listen to his boss's teachings quietly.
"My wife is very demanding, and she is a woman who demands excessively. She empties me and my bank account. I always have endless bills to pay."
"Oh, women are like this." Major General Power said perfunctorily. He just stood beside his boss without any intention of participating in the game. In his heart, he hated the boring and artificial games played by the rich Gaians.
"She also fell in love with a house designed by a famous designer in a classical style, along with tens of thousands of hectares of land. The previous owner of this house was a collector, and she couldn't bear to part with the paintings and bottles. Bao
Hey, I always need money."
"I've already given you 100 million!" Ball glared at him.
Taylor made an apologetic expression, "This amount of money is not even a red envelope for our safety committee."
Damn it! Bauer cursed in his heart, he dared to openly ask for bribes from his subordinates, he was worse than the Department of Homeland Security.
Seeing that his subordinates were embarrassed and didn't speak, Taylor continued, "I know: you were once the deputy commander of the First Fleet. The most popular people on the front line have never looked down on us rats wearing "mole suits". Homeland Security Department
It is also well known that the oil and water in the world is heavy, but our Security Committee has 59 planetary prisons under its jurisdiction, and we have 58 million slaves working for us day and night. So, Bauer, don’t look long and frown all day long.
Yes, as long as you understand the secret of money circulation, you will be the slave owner of millions of slaves. Learning to embrace gold nuggets in dark corners is far better than being a flashy fighting hero."
"I really don't have that much cash." Thomas Ball shook his head helplessly.
Hassan Taylor restrained his original polite and kind expression towards his subordinates, his dark face turned into a haughty look, and he pursed his thick lips.
Holding a golf club in one hand, he walked up to the tall major and patted his shoulder.
In this way, Major General Thomas Ball was assigned to the most terrifying and remote "Kolyma 59" to serve as the warden.
On the day he was about to go to "Kolyma No. 59" to take up his post, he received a divorce decree from the court. As if with magical powers, his little wife unilaterally completed the divorce procedures with him, and even he
Not even a single signature is needed.
"What?!" Bauer's hands trembled as he held the pages of documents. "A special divorce approved by the Ministry of War, rather than a civil divorce... a special dissolution of a special marriage, what is this?!"
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"All the man's property belongs to the woman..."
He knew that this little beauty had been involved in the entertainment industry since she was 14 years old, and her connections and scheming were beyond the reach of ordinary women, but he did not expect that she would join forces with his enemies and so easily take away everything he had spent half his life. p>
Yes, this is the most complete exile after confiscating his property. They will not allow him to return to Manxing City to live. His burial place is "Kolyma 59" 10,000 light-years away! "These bastards! Those bastards who can kill a thousand swords!" Thomas Ball's emotions finally broke out. He cursed crazily in the office alone. No one came to comfort him. All the major general's followers were so scared that they hid far away.
of.
"The promises of glory and wealth, honors and bonuses, medals and beauties... are all lies!... Blindfold the donkey and let it grind. After the work is done, it can be killed! They treated me,
It's like treating a stupid donkey who has made me do hard work for more than 20 years. If you tell me to get out, get out! Beast! There are no such vile creatures in the universe! Flowers soaked in poison and full of deceitful promises.
I squeezed it dry and thought I was old and no longer of use, so I threw it away!..."
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Ball roared like a wounded beast, and the divorce documents were thrown all over the floor.
"This is what I gained from my 21 years of service in the Gaia Army... except for pain, old age, gray hair and sadness. This world is too cruel. A young man believes in his own ability, works hard, and has a heart.
If you are kind, your dreams will come true. As a result, the world always opens the arms of success to the most shameless people! I am really unwilling to be used and abandoned like this..."
Major General Thomas Ball finally took his entourage on the long journey to "Kolyma 59", where he was still a warden after all. In Star City, he has been reduced to a useless person.
A beggar might be silenced by all parties one day.
The moment he set foot on the long-distance official starship, he was still decisive and resolute. After suddenly losing all his emotions and property in Gaia, he felt relieved inside.
He has not looked back, just like he abandoned everything in Plato. Perhaps, he will always be the young man with a pure heart, wearing a loose bun, looking at the distance of the sea with eyes full of hope and dreams. Except for dreams
, nothing.
"We are here specifically to detain the 'abandoned children of Gaia', which are genetically modified humans and various cloned artificial humans in Gaia's various military laboratories."
After arriving at "Kolyma 59" in the "Gould Asteroid Belt", the staff here, a black administrator who looked tired and helpless and had lost his vitality, made a brief briefing to the new warden.
In the introduction, he called himself "Murphy" in a weird high-pitched voice.
"The history of our prisons began more than 200 years ago, when human genetic modification technology was being used in commercial activities, mainly to sell genes to modify their children to a group of young parents who did not know how to live or die, so that they could dream of having genes better than their own.
More beautiful offspring, hey... It’s still the same old routine, how about giving birth to a baby more beautiful than Plato’s child? Many young couples have become addicted and use their offspring as customized bags or clothes, but at that time
There were a large number of commercial laboratories with poor technology, which produced a large number of genetically defective humans, which caused huge trouble for a while. The coalition government used all genes to screen out all humans who had been artificially edited, and sent them all to this place for birth control. This group of people became
Known as the 'abandoned children of Gaia,' from now on, our interstellar prison has been specially used to detain genetically modified people."
"Didn't the Platons use breeding marriage to create the most powerful warriors? How can we Gaians lag behind? But we use government laboratories. Civilian genetic modification is prohibited by law, but military use is not included. After all, the law
They are here to manage ordinary people. The army is not governed by the law..." Every time this fat administrator took a step, the fat on his body would tremble. His eyes were empty, and the vitality of life seemed to have left him.
He showed the warden that on both sides of the building, which were more than ten stories high, there were small transparent glass-like rooms in which all kinds of people, or in other words, various humanoid creatures, were imprisoned.
Thomas Ball and his group, wearing the uniforms of the Prison System of the Security Committee, walked in front of the mechanical corridors of these small rooms. These corridors will be automatically removed when not in use. When these people are imprisoned, there is no way to escape because there is no escape.
"path", all single cells are like hanging in the air. Even if the cell door is opened, they will fall from a height of more than ten meters.
Bauer looked at the world with doubtful and unfamiliar eyes. He was now the supreme ruler of the world - the King of Prisons.
"This is a berserker who wants to imitate Plato's knights, but look..." Murphy pointed at a man walking back and forth. He couldn't actually see any external environment inside, but Ball still met his eyes.
He had a beast-like look in his eyes, "As a result, he used too much force and became bloodthirsty. His physical strength and combat power could exceed those of Plato's knights, but he was unable to control them. He would even kill his own people at any time."
Thomas Ball gave another habitual sneer.
"This kind of warrior is physically close to a zombie, completely unafraid of death, but mentally deficient."
"Ah...this is a multi-arm gunman."
"This is a real zombie warrior. Even if his head is half blown off, he can still complete the mission, let alone get shot."
"Oh! I didn't expect that they have quite rich imaginations." Bauer turned and said to his subordinate Mimir, and the loyal blond young man also followed.
"I think they are very sad, but we are much better than them!" The young man expressed his opinion frankly, "Because it is of no use, it will be discarded as garbage."
Bauer continued walking in the machine corridor and fell silent.
"Warden Bauer, this is our factory. Every planetary prison is a huge factory!"
Murphy took the warden and his team to the core area of "Kolyma 59" - the water concentrate energy block box factory.
In advance, everyone was required to wear special protective clothing, like a silver coat.
"The world is always beyond imagination, as long as you are willing to explore." Ball said softly with his blue eyes wide open. When he wanted to live a life of wealth and prosperity on his paradise island, he had no idea that 9,800 light years were ahead.
This is the scene on an asteroid outside.
This is a huge and terrifying factory, with countless mechanical arms and conveyor belts. The special ore delivered one by one on the conveyor belt is as clear as crystal, but the density is extremely low. Afterwards, they fell into the furnace one after another, and were
A special ionic state is burned with a radioactive flame, and then the whole body is melted into a flame-like liquid to form a thin shell.
The workers in the factory are these genetically modified human prisoners. They wear special leg and hand collars to prevent them from escaping. They also carry a pot-lid-type mind controller to prevent these berserkers from going wild.
The red light spots on it are flashing, indicating that they are operating normally. Under the control of brain waves, they can be confused and only know work, work, work——
"Why don't they wear protective clothing while working?" Bauer noticed that they were exposed to a radioactive working environment throughout the entire process. It is not a secret that the transport box of "water concentrate" contains radioactivity, so that huge energy can be sealed in
Among them, people who are exposed to such large doses of radioactive materials for a long time can easily suffer from chronic radiation syndrome.
"This special protective clothing is too expensive and needs to be replaced every hour. This has a great impact on the cost control of the entire factory." Murphy's eyes looked like nothing through the goggle-style protective shield.
Lifeless dead fish eyes.
"We all know that human beings are the most worthless things in the world, let alone genetically modified humans in the laboratory." Murphy explained slowly.
Thomas Ball listened and remained silent.
"Ah! It turns out that this world is a prison, a prison of hard labor." Mimir next to Bauer heard his lord sigh.