[You think that's the end of it?] No, no, no, there's another chapter! ]

Jigu seems to have been in this base for a few days, and is extremely familiar with the whole part of the base. This base, called the Death Star, is divided into three layers: upper, middle and lower, and three areas: inner and outer center. Three vertical and three horizontal, outlining nine areas. Of these nine regions, the outer regions are the most extensive, covering almost half of the stars. In addition to the inner base, it also includes the exposed buildings, fortifications, and weapon systems of the stars. The inner enclosure area is relatively small, and this area is mainly the living place of the Gree and Cato people, as well as the important place for important materials and brain computer rooms.

Coolie captives like Jigu were placed in the outer areas, and their work was to build various buildings on the base, and some were working in space. However, since space operations are far less convenient than the Gray Giants, the opportunities to work outside the base are rare.

As for the most hidden base center, I don't know where it is. Gigu only knew that in the Nabar factory, everything that was made every day had to be sent to the center of the base. According to Gigu's description, those things looked like parts of some machine. As for what it was for, it was not clear to this water man.

"Here we are."

Jigu took Alan and the others to a gate, his eyes slipped left and right, and said to Allen, "Carry me up." ”

He was referring to the combination lock in front of the door, a height that was really out of reach for him right now. Alan picked him up, and Gigu snapped his six tentacles against the combination lock, and the door automatically parted in both directions. He said with some pride: "These electronic locks change a set of passwords every day, but the passwords are reciprocated according to a cycle of 30 days. Those stupid Cato people don't know that I secretly memorized the password every time so that I could use it now. ”

Hubble, also from Cato, snorted, and closed his palms to wonder if he would strangle the little thing with a mouth full of poisonous water. After thinking about it, forget it, I can't afford to deal with this little thing.

What opened in front of Allen's eyes was a small warehouse, which was actually not small, with an area of hundreds of square meters, how could a space of twenty meters high be called small. But in this Death Star base, which occupies a small semi-star, this little space is indeed not large. The metal cabinet at the mouth of the warehouse is like a pillar against the dome and presses against the ground, which can be used to store things and also act as a load-bearing role.

Alan looked at the warehouse and said, "Don't we have to rush to that factory?" ”

"What's the difference between going like this and sending you to death? To get in, you have to find some disguise. Like a mollusk, Gigu turned his head around as he spoke, and he turned 180 degrees to look at Hubble behind him, and said, "I wonder who you are, even your companions of the Catotes." It's good that way, it's easy to do. It would probably be impossible to swagger into Pierro's madman's factory so much, but if a Gato lord had taken a few of us captives inside, he would still be able to get through the tricks. ”

When Hubble heard this, he muttered, "Here we go again." ”

Alan knew he was referring to the mothership in the first place, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I know you don't like people pretending to be Vashak, but in this case, you have to do it again." ”

Hubble looked away: "You'll have to give me five barrels of ale when you get back." ”

"I'll let you drink enough."

Hubble's face suddenly turned cloudy.

Over there, Jigu had already jumped up and down, pointing at the many cabinets: "Over there is a force lock, we have to put it on ourselves if we take a few pays." Of course, it's good to be like it, and you don't have to really start it; And this one, here's the prisoner uniform, yes, the kind I wore before. Since you want to act, you have to dress up decently. That big man, that's right, you're here. Replace the rags on you, and you're wearing a five-tooth necklace, yes, so we can pretend to be a little bit more like. ”

After a moment of tinkering, Alan and the others changed into the clothes of the captives, and put on a severing lock between their hands and feet. Hubble put on a full set of sophisticated armor, and his Thunder was Orchira's special weapon, which was too eye-catching. So he replaced it with a heavy gun with a pitch-black body, a heavy gun and heavy armor, so that it could afford the five-tooth necklace around his neck. Eventually, Jike brought him a covered helmet, which even those who knew Hubble couldn't recognize him immediately.

"That's fine. Let's go, calculate the time, Pierrot's factory is about to start, and if you cut the queue halfway, it will inevitably arouse suspicion. Jigu shouted.

Pierrot's factory is very different from a factory in the general sense.

The factory has no walls, no buildings, and to put it bluntly, a hall has been carved into the mountain that can accommodate hundreds of people working at the same time. This huge stone hall leaves hundreds of stone pillars as load-bearing, and there is a fire under each stone pillar, which illuminates the hall brightly. Although rudimentary, even primitive, this "factory" is actually located in the Death Star base. The reason for this appearance is just the preference of the Bal people, who calls himself a master.

Master Pierrot said that such an environment was the most suitable place for him to work on Agareth, and that it was only in similar circumstances that he could concentrate. But the Bal people, who chattered all day long, really couldn't see when they could concentrate, but he came with the fire demon Berukei, and at that time Beruké only threw down one sentence: "Do as he says." ”

So there was such a factory.

Although the environment of the factory is primitive, the equipment is not primitive at all. From small smelting furnaces to laser cutting machines, from tractors to construction vehicles. There are also unnamed machines, the crystals on which glow red, green, and green, and the ground is occupied by large and small cable ducts. The small ones are as thick as arms, and the big ones are as straight as elephant legs, and you have to be careful with these cables when walking in the factory. Even if the Cato people stumble, they would have to be scolded by the master, not to mention the captives, who would be lightly beaten if they were caught.

Since it was a factory, it was naturally a place to work, and four or five hundred captives worked here day and night every day. The captives were of a wide variety of races, mostly humans, and were mostly Union soldiers. On the Death Star base, there were two thousand captive coolies, a quarter of whom took turns serving in the factory, while the rest were scattered throughout the base, building alien nests like worker ants.

But work is work, but no one knows what kind of work they are doing. Since the working hours and types of work are often disrupted, the last time I was assigned here I could be responsible for assembling parts, and the next time I was assigned to smelt steel and iron. It can be said that there is no pattern at all, and even the most careful person is difficult to figure out a clue. I only know that this factory is open day and night, and the coolies who enter the factory every day to serve are divided into two groups, working in turns, and have to work for 12 hours without rest.

Every day, there will always be tractors to bring in a large number of materials, and there will always be large and small parts that do not know what role to be transported out. The whereabouts and functions of these components are very mysterious. Even though Pierrot, the so-called master, likes to talk to himself, those who have been in this factory many times only know that these parts are finally sent to the center of the Death Star base. But what it was used for, there is no way to know.

When Hubble came to the gate with a swaggering escort of Alan and a few other fake captives, Pierrot was cursing. Due to his high-pitched voice and constant scolding, he quickly attracted Allen's attention. The Bal man was as thin as the trunk of a dead tree, and his bare skin outside the black robe was dry and covered with body hair that didn't know whether it was thorny or stiff. The head was surprisingly large, oval, with three round eyes and dark vertical stripes in the center of the pupils. The two long, pointed ears trembled with excitement, and not a single hair on the wrinkled head was as ugly as it could be.

He also had a pair of twisted and deformed hands, the arms were long and thin, but the palms were unusually fat, and the three chubby fingers had black hook-like nails, God knows how such a pair of three-fingered fat hands could afford to carry things.

"You're late?" The guard at the gate, a barbarian warrior from Cato, stepped forward to investigate. Seeing the five-tooth necklace around Hubble's neck, he was not as afraid as the other Cato, but his demeanor was more respectful.

Following what Jik had previously taught, Hubble spoke: "These captives took advantage of the chaos to escape, and it took me some time to get them back. ”

"Oh, I know." I did hear about captive violence before. The guard didn't suspect it.

Hubble was about to step forward, but the guard stretched out his hand to stop him: "My lord, please hand in the work number." ”

Jike was in a hurry, and Alan looked at him. The Shuimu could not explain in detail at this time, but this number was the number of each captive, and he had to hand it in when he entered the factory to facilitate the verification and assignment of work. In other areas there is no such regulation, only when entering the factory in Pierrot it is strict. It's been more than 30 days since he last came to work in the factory, and Jike has forgotten about this little thing.

But now, this little thing is enough to expose them. After all, they're not really captives, where did they get the coder. The guard pressed again, Catherine had quietly grasped the handle of the snake scythe, and Alan's hand fell on the bloody knife wrapped in layers of cloth. If the deeds are revealed, then there is only one way to go, and they are ready to break through. Pierrot suddenly cried out, "What are you doing!" If there are workers, hurry up and get me in, I need people here. Damn, can't you just find me something with more strength and a more flexible head? Gotta use these idiots! You, you, yes, you're talking about you, big man. I see that you have a lot of strength, so you can roll over and work for me. ”

The guard was embarrassed: "Master, they ......"

"Shut up! Don't you stupid pig know that a second of me is more precious than your time in a year? So don't waste my time, or I'll make you look good! The balman, with his big head, hooked Hubble with his misshapen hand, "Come here, get these things over there for me!" ”

He gestured to a pile of parts on the ground.

Alan nudged Hubble quietly from behind, who snorted heavily in his helmet, apparently unhappy with Pierrot's attitude. But he still took Allen and a few people, ran into the guard, and walked straight towards the Bal people.