In order to save his life and at the same time show his sincerity in cooperation, Obersang personally took Fritz unimpeded to the underground warehouse of the stronghold for storing shrimp weapons and technological items, and fought back several people along the way. A confidant who wants to follow.
In front of the closed rusty iron door of the weapons warehouse, Fritz held down the wheelchair with one hand and placed the other hand firmly on the assault rifle at his waist. He threatened softly: "Believe me, anyone who knows about this deal will The fewer people there are, the better. If something unexpected happens, we can handle it more easily."
Because he was eager to obtain the power that the other party said could control alien weapons, Obersang automatically filtered out the threat in these words. Instead, he took out the key and opened the iron door, displaying all his years of hard work in front of him. In front of Ritz's eyes.
"Please take a look, here is all my collection." Seeing that he had not finished speaking, the other party walked around the room as if there was no one else around. Obersang glanced around the wall, and the tables were neatly arranged. The alien weapons were well maintained and looked extremely powerful at first glance. He said helplessly: "Unfortunately, they are just collections to me."
"Don't be so pessimistic, Mr. Qiao. As long as you help us sincerely, powerful power will naturally reward you in full."
After wandering around the room that was comparable to a small shrimp-man weapons expo, Fritz returned to the wheelchair and patted Obersang on the shoulder with satisfaction and made a few requests.
First of all, he wanted to take away a batch of these shrimp weapons and technological products. Even if he didn't explain the reason, he believed that with Qiao's intelligence, it would not be difficult to guess that they were for research purposes. As expected, the other party had no objections. He only thought about it for a few seconds and then readily agreed to the condition.
But the captain's next request was a bit difficult to handle. Fritz wanted Obersang to prepare a safe house that was secretive enough for him and the soldiers of the Immortal Army. The location was preferably within or near District 9 for convenience. They contacted each other immediately.
After hearing this, Boss Qiao stroked his beard and thought about it carefully, then patted his head and thought, isn't the best option for the safe house that this kid mentioned, the gang stronghold they are in now?
Thinking about it, even if I gave him another choice, the other party would still stay here and not leave. Because it is well known that Obersan Joe is the number one talker of the underground forces in Johannesburg and is also the MNU's official collaborator. As long as Fritz does not make too much noise, he can help the former suppress the matter.
When they provoked other gangs, they put the blame on the MNU mercenaries. As for offending the MNU or people with official background, it would be easier to deal with it. Just pour all the dirty water on the small gangs in the ninth district that can be easily eliminated, so that the best detectives can find nothing to investigate and easily clean up. Get rid of suspicion.
After all, not many people would doubt that the underworld forces in District 9, which have the deepest connection with MNU, would go out of their way to help MNU’s enemies. Even if clues were discovered, Obersang did not think that a ghostly existence like Fritz would be exposed. Some third-rate mercenaries caught on.
What a terrible guy, Obersang thought in his mind.
He had been plotted against him from the beginning - if he didn't want to help him, what happened tonight would definitely be spread to the ears of MNU's top brass. Not only would he not get the power he had always dreamed of, but the gang he had worked so hard to manage would also They were beaten to death by the mercenaries who came in groups to clear the door.
In fact, the moment the man who called himself "Fritz" put the gun to his head, apart from unconditionally accepting the former's request, he actually lost the right to choose.
Help or die, it's that simple.
"I agree to your terms! I will provide intelligence and resources for all your actions. As for when things are done..."
Perhaps foreseeing his fate of being thrown away like a rag in the future, Ou Baisang opened his eyes wide and shouted sternly: "You must keep your promise! Otherwise, even if I risk my life, I won't." Make it easier for your boss behind the scenes!"
"A very reasonable request, Mr. Qiao."
After calling several team members over the radio to carry the weapons, Fritz pushed the boss's wheelchair and vowed: "You can rest assured that no one who does business with us will ever regret it."
"Because those who regret it are dead."
After adding silently in his heart, the captain handed over Obersang and his wheelchair to the care of his subordinates, and he quickly devoted himself to the renovation work of the underground space of the stronghold, just to provide more than 100 people living in the base as soon as possible. The subordinates in a foreign land prepared a place where they could sleep peacefully.
When the sun rose above the horizon again, Captain Fritz, who woke up early because of the success of his plan, walked outside the stronghold with coffee in hand and saw several ugly prawns fighting for a can of cat food. His strong curiosity made him couldn't help but open his pocket, took out a few chocolate bars and threw them away from a distance, secretly observing the reactions of these shrimp people.
"Kakuka, wow, wakuka..."
The shrimp men, who were focusing all their attention on the cat food cans, were obviously startled by the unknown objects falling from the sky, and they started shouting in an alien language with unknown meaning.
One of the timid ones jumped directly. With a body that was stronger than humans, it jumped more than ten meters away in just the blink of an eye. It looked at the ground with vigilant eyes, not even packaging. Tear open chocolate bar.
After realizing that the dark things were not grenades or dangerous items, several shrimpers immediately stepped forward and ate up the few chocolate bars in the chaos without noticing at all. The canned cat food on the side had been secretly taken away from the scene by the guy who was afraid of jumping far away.
"Well, the physical strength is very strong compared to ordinary people, but the mental level is not much different from that of a seven or eight-year-old human child and lacks independent opinions. However, there are also some smarter individuals, which is in line with the mainstream view in this world.' Shrimp Man The social organizational structure is similar to that of ants and bees, with a clear division of labor and the command of the leadership to form cohesion."
After observing a simple but profound social experiment at the expense of his own breakfast, Captain Fritz immediately took out a small notebook and recorded his findings and thoughts.
At the end of this page, the captain held the pencil in his mouth and thought for a moment, then quickly filled in all the blank spaces with the official language of the empire before closing the notebook with satisfaction, humming a little tune and returned to Obersang's stronghold. , planning to ask the logistics soldier for a few more chocolate bars to fill his stomach that was growling for the sake of the empire.
At this time, if anyone who is proficient in Imperial Language reads the contents of the notebook, he will definitely be able to understand that what Fritz wrote on this page is more like a diary than a note. Some.
"It's January 15th, the first year of the Imperial New Calendar. The weather is fine, so it's time to go out and relax."
"Humans in this world seem to think that the leadership of the shrimp people has been wiped out due to disease and several riots, but my intuition tells me that there must be a very small number of leaders alive in District 9. If nothing else, next we will Our mission should be to find these leaders and capture a few to hand over to professionals for study.”
"Presumably with the protection of His Majesty the Emperor and His Majesty the Pope, the issue of the troop garrison that worried me the most was successfully resolved last night. And through the news broadcast on TV, I learned that the relations between human countries in this world are not harmonious. There are even occasional disputes, which makes me feel extremely lucky to be born in the empire."
"I hope this good luck will continue to accompany us. Long live the Empire and long live Your Majesty."
Lewen
