Members of the Order of Truth infiltrated the mines, sparked fights, and more or less caused some disturbances among the miners.

However, in the adjustment process under the personal guidance of Richard, these riots returned to normal little by little.

Then, according to the plan, Richard carried out a lot of processing to pave the way for the next people who would face the Truth Society.

And just like that, three days later.

......

Three days later, late at night.

Most of the Shambhala uranium mine is quiet, while a few are busy. Some of the miners were dealing with the work that was not done as planned during the day, loading a large amount of ore into boxes and transporting it to the processing plant down the hill. There are also miners, preparing for work after dawn, taking the "fire mines" transported by the factory and filling them into the hewn stone holes.

"Whoa, whoa!"

"Bang bang bang!"

From time to time, various noises sounded, spread in all directions in the night, and then slowly dissipated.

In the distance, in a newly commissioned miners' accommodation camp, in a room in the corner, a dozen strong men were sleeping soundly.

This is the member of a newly formed demolition team, led by the most experienced demolition team leader, Didak. At this time, after a day of intense and busy work, they were falling into a deep sleep, trying to recover their strength, and at the same time they were also dreaming all kinds of dreams.

A strong man in the corner, grinding his teeth, grabbed the corner of the quilt and stuffed it into his mouth, obviously eating something in a dream.

A strong man next to him, the muscles on his face twitched constantly, as if he had a stroke. The muscles of the whole body are tense, and the eyeballs hidden under the eyelids are shaking rapidly, and it looks very tense. This is obviously a nightmare, in which you are either being hunted down or being chased for debts.

A strong man sleeping in the middle is different from many people, he looks very quiet, but his thighs are subconsciously clamped, and his body is slightly shaking. The head sleeping on the pillow twisted from time to time, and the brow gradually wrinkled, as if it was looking for something convenient in the dream.

Look for.

Keep looking.

After a moment, the strong man's frowning brows spread, as if he had found a convenient place, and the whole person relaxed. When the clamped legs are flattened, the gate that has been suppressed in the body is released, and the liquid that has been stored in the body for a long time is about to gush out.

Seeing it, the next moment the "flood" will erupt.

At this moment, the strong man in his sleep suddenly noticed that something was wrong, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, and found that he was sleeping on the bed, and forcibly closed the floodgates in his body, because the closing was too urgent, and the whole person couldn't help but tremble.

After that, the strong man held his breath, quickly got out of bed, put on his clothes and shoes, and ran wildly outside.

At this time, it was a heavy night outside. Overhead, like a huge black cloth covering the entire sky, only the far sky, there is a faint starlight through, as if the black cloth is damaged.

However, the strong man was not in the mood to appreciate this, holding his lower abdomen, and ran quickly towards the outside of the camp.

Outside the camp, two hundred meters away, there is a large toilet that has been built, which is where nearly 1,000 people from several nearby camps will go.

The strong man's goal is there.

But halfway through the run, the strong man couldn't help it, and felt that the floodgate in his body was about to be forcibly rushed, so he quickly stopped, unbuttoned his pants, and headed towards the dead grass next to him.

"Whoa!"

Stressful liquid gushed out and whistled down on the dead grass.

The expression on the strong man's face slowly changed from pain to relaxation.

"Bang Bang Bang Bang ......"

Half a minute later, the liquid was still pouring out of the strong man's body, and the strong man felt that it would not be over in another half a minute, so he couldn't help but maintain his posture, turning his head and looking around a little boredly.

His eyes swept across the dark night sky and finally landed on the dead grass in front of him.

As soon as he raised his eyebrows, he saw something in the dead grass, which was shining slightly.

Well?

What is it?

The strong man took a small step forward, getting closer to the dead grass, and then saw clearly. I saw a feather in the dead grass, and it was snow-white, like a duck or some kind of bird. Strangely, the feather was glowing, and it was still glowing with a faint golden light.

Luminous?

The strong man was curious.

If it was a normal time, he would definitely carefully pick up the feather and observe it carefully to see what the situation was.

But in the middle of the night, he was forced to wake up, his brain was a little dizzy, and his consciousness was not fully awake. Therefore, he almost didn't think about it, and subconsciously made a move.

He straightened his waist forward, controlling the fluid gushing out of his body, and poured it down towards the glowing feathers.

"Bang Bang Bang Bang ......"

It was a little off and didn't pour it.

It was a little off, but it still didn't water.

It's poured!

After continuous efforts and many fine-tuning movements, the strong man finally let the liquid successfully spill on the feathers, and his face couldn't help but show a victorious expression. Later, he saw that the feathers that had been doused with liquid suddenly turned red.

Huh? Discolored?

The strong man blinked, but before he could react, the feather had already moved.

"Whew!"

I don't know where to get the momentum, the feather went up against gravity under the impact of the liquid, and rushed like a needle to a place only a few centimeters away from the strong man.

After that, the feather charged up and rushed into the entrance and exit of the liquid, through the narrow passage, directly into the strong man's body.

"Ahh

The strong man screamed well, but only halfway, as if he had been stuck in the neck and stopped.

"Poof!"

Then the strong man fell straight to the ground, grabbed a key part of his lower body with both hands, his face was tense and red, and his whole body began to convulse.

One pump.

Two draws.

Three draws.

......

Slowly, the strong man did not move.

Slowly, the strong man's face lost expression, and even the breath of life became imperceptible, as if he had died.

And so it went for five minutes.

Five minutes later, the strong man's closed eyes slowly opened, and he groped his way to his feet, looking around.

Then he looked at his hands and body, and his eyes were a little confused.

"I'm ......," the strong man said to himself, with some uncertainty in his words, "I am...... Urus?" His name is Lusco Urus.

But as soon as he said this, the strong man shook his head violently again, revealing a solemn expression: "No, no! I'm not Lusco Urus. Hmph, how can I be a poor miner? My name is Bell Chekaf!"

"Yes, I'm Belle Chekaef! I'm an ombudsman sent by Lord Grey Mist to inspect the branches of the Southern Free Commonwealth. The strong man nodded vigorously, his eyes brightened, "Yes, I'm Belle Chekaf, I ......"

But in the end, the strong man's voice froze slightly, his expression struggled a little at first, then became indifferent, and finally the corners of his mouth curled.

"Huh!" said the strong man in a disdainful voice, in a magnetic voice that could not distinguish between man and woman, "I'm not Belle Chekaef!"