Umbrella Corporation

There was originally only a dirt path in the mountain forest, but through the joint efforts of forklifts, excavators, and loggers, it turned into a 5-meter-wide avenue. Lan

This road was originally supposed to be built along the gentle slope up the mountain to this low mountain that towers over the mountains and forests. However, the construction team that originally planned to arrive at the mountainside flatland at night encountered an accident.

A group of Indians wearing T-shirts and long black hair rushed out of the forest and blocked them with a large amount of Indian language and a small amount of English.

Bieber, the leader of the construction team, went up to argue with these people. He thought that he had accepted the official order legally and came here. As long as he acted with emotion and reason, he could trick these not-so-smart native Indians into asking the official for compensation. , you can continue to work up the mountain.

Unexpectedly, this matter was more difficult than he expected. Within a few words of conversation, an excited old man, after listening to the young man's translation, snatched the official document that Bieber had shown and tore it into pieces.

They almost started a fight with this group of natives, and several old guys pulled out double-barreled shotguns from the driver's seat of the construction vehicle.

Bieber was afraid that the matter would get bigger and delay things further, and he was also afraid that the brothers in the team who had been with him for so long would get involved because of this matter, so he managed to persuade them and continued to argue with these native Indians, but his words were not as good as at the beginning. good.

After all, those who work in engineering during this period are not inferior to small gangs in terms of fists and firepower, and they will not be merciful when they use their hands. Lan

It really delayed their efforts to make money. When the time comes, they will beat dozens of natives blocking the road to death and bury them in cement without even frowning. Unless these native Indians have women and children at home, in which case it will be more difficult to handle.

"We all have permission from the government. Get all of you out of here quickly. If it delays us making money, my brothers will not be polite!"

After entering the modern world, there is close communication. Even the reclusive Indians have studied in the city. Even if they are not educated, at least they still know the shotgun.

The young man among the Indians knew the power of firearms. He looked at the excited elders beside him hesitantly and said in Indian language: "Elders, they said that if we don't get out of the way, they will drive us away. Otherwise, we will still..."

"Get out! Get them out of here!"

Before the young man could finish his words, the wrinkled Indian elder waved his skinny fists and shouted at the fat and strong Bieber.

"This is the land we have protected from generation to generation. You cannot trample on this place! Unless you step on my body, God's anger will make the earth burn!

! "Lan

Most of the middle-aged Indians who came around were yelling at Bieber's engineering team in the Indian language. Although Bieber and the others didn't understand, they also knew that these Indians were swearing.

"Farke!"

Bieber took off his safety helmet and scratched his scalp. His face and neck, which had become fat from eating high-calorie foods, turned red and green due to suffocation.

These people are stuck here, and their construction team cannot join, and they may lose their wages. Even if the benefits are improved, the United States is still the same America. If the work is not completed within the specified time, not only will there be no money, but also a large amount of compensation will be paid. Liquidated damages.

Not all of this construction team belongs to him. The brothers in the team all have shares, and they get paid equally.

He might not be able to solve this problem by himself. Immediately, Bieber wanted to give up on civilized solutions. He glanced at the thirty or so Indians and finally asked the boy who could speak English: "I'll tell you last. If you don’t get out of the way once, we will take action!”

When he said this, he deliberately pressed the radio so that his words could be transmitted to all the brothers waiting in the car behind him. Lan

After hearing these words, all the workers in the rear car returned to the car and took out shotguns or bolt-action rifles. A firefight was unlikely, but they had to be used to protect against cold arrows.

If the Indians struck first, they would have reason to fight back.

This tense situation really frightened the young Indian who had been to the big cities. He didn't have the courage to stand in front of the rednecks with an average height of 1.7 meters and an average weight of 180 pounds to stop the car.

He stretched out his hand to pull the stubborn elder, and in a hurried tone, he persuaded the elder to leave.

But it was all in vain. The elder did not leave. Instead, he wanted to rush up and slap Bieber's fat face hard with the stick in his left hand. The young man's expression changed drastically and he stopped him.

The stick that almost hit his nose caused Bieber to back away repeatedly. He straightened himself up and put on his slightly skewed helmet again. His expression was extremely ugly, "Damn natives!"

At this time, there was no need to talk anymore. He gave these Indians who refused to back down a few times with his fingers, then turned back and climbed onto the forklift. Lan

He patted the impatient coworker on the driver's seat and said, "Drive! Let's see if they dare to stop us!"

The workers who were eager to make money did not hesitate, started the forklift and started moving forward.

As the construction vehicles moved forward again, the Indians screamed louder, and the chirping rednecks couldn't understand them. They felt like they were like a group of monkeys barking randomly.

The forklift gradually approached the Indian elders and the Indians in front of it. These Indians did not just stay there and were hit. They directly grabbed sticks and stones, jumped on the bucket, stretched out their arms and smashed the shovel. car driver's window.

Peng Peng Peng!

winter!

Bieber was stunned and his helmet was hit by a stone. Then the stones hit him one after another, making him scream in pain. 兰

Fury filled his heart. Bieber blocked his cheek with his elbow and yelled into the intercom: "Brothers, beat up these sons of bitches and tie them up. Don't be too heavy-handed, or you will miss out on making money!"

The convoy stopped at this moment. More than 200 red-necked strong men rushed towards the only 30 Indians with sacks and ropes.

The young Indians were afraid of being beaten and left the people behind. The remaining Indians were not afraid, but rushed forward angrily and took out the knives they carried with them.

When the two sides started fighting, it was a mess. Many rednecks could not see the scene clearly. Their bodies were cut by knives and blood was flowing down.

In the end, the battle on the construction site ended with more than a dozen rednecks slightly injured and all the Indians tied up.

"Fuck!" In the melee, Bieber was also hit by a stick. He took off his helmet and saw that there was a crack on the sturdy safety helmet. These Indians really wanted to kill people!

Many brothers were also scratched or stabbed by knives. Fortunately, they were all good at fighting on the construction site, and no one was seriously injured because of the help of many people. However, the injured brothers could not do too heavy work. Overall, this conflict still delayed the construction period.

"Injured brothers get in the car and continue to go up the mountain!"

The convoy began to go up the mountain along the path. Those trees that were decades old were ruthlessly cut down and pushed down.

The Indians who were thrown on the side of the road were still cursing at the invaders. After their hands and feet were tied up, they could do nothing but curse.

The rednecks didn't understand what these Indians were saying. The more they cursed, the happier they were, and they laughed at these Indians who didn't know their own strength.

The convoy soon arrived at the designated location. They cut down trees more fiercely. They could resell these woods to the timber processing factory. 60% of the proceeds from the sale of wood would be used to offset part of the wages of the engineering team, and the other 40% would be the additional income of the engineering team.

The leader Bieber had contacted the nearby timber processing factory a long time ago. After the wood was piled up, the truck would come to transport the wood away, and he would immediately get part of the engineering payment and extra money. This was one of the reasons why he had to complete this project.

The wood in the entire forest could be sold for a lot of money. If he negotiated with the boss of the timber factory, he might get more money. The regulatory departments would definitely not know about the deduction of some of it, which was another income!

More than 200 people climbed to the top of the mountain and set up camp on a relatively flat terrain. Dozens of people took electric saws and axes to cut wood. Bieber took technicians to survey the terrain near the forest to confirm which places could be used to dump garbage.

This low mountain is just a relatively large flat land on a gentle slope. It was chosen as a freight transfer station because it is more prominent than the surrounding area and there is a lake near the flat land.

In the future, a small town will be built here, which will be responsible for the rest and supply point for internal transportation in the United States.

Bieber led people to search nearby, and along the path trampled by the Indians, they saw a wooden house...

"What is this? An Indian's broken house? Is it for this?"

"Is there anyone inside?"

"Whose house is so broken!" Lan

"Will there be any Indian treasures inside?"

"No way?"

The workers who were exploring looked at this wooden house with a sense of age and felt very strange. In a few words, they gave an outrageous but slightly possible guess.

Aren't those Indians trying to stop them from entering this wooden house?

Even Bieber was itching to know what was in this wooden house.

After weighing the hunting rifle he brought with him, he suddenly gained courage and called out, "Let's go and take a look."

Although the wooden house looked shabby, the wooden boards were cracked, and the doors and windows were closed, they still knocked hard on the wooden door for safety reasons.

Dongdong...Bang!

The wooden door collapsed with a loud bang after just two knocks, and the dust splashed all over their faces.

"Ahem... I said there was no one in this broken house!"

"Uh, stop talking, look inside!"

Although there was no one in the house, there was a very old and primitive oil lamp in the house. The tiny wick lit up a faint light, illuminating a corner of the wooden house.

The neatly arranged skulls with empty eye sockets were facing the fallen wooden door. There seemed to be resin bonding between the skulls, and they did not collapse due to the vibration of the wooden door hitting the ground.

Several people were frightened by the human skulls piled up inside, and turned around and ran back to the construction site screaming.

Soon after, dozens of people came to the wooden house, and then they had the courage to walk into the wooden house.

After entering the wooden house, the walls were covered with skeletons in various shapes, which was even more horrifying. They did not dare to destroy the scene, and all retreated, cursing at the Indians.

Although they fought and competed maliciously, they were not cruel enough to kill people, and they also arranged the skeletons of the bodies in strange shapes for sacrifice!

Bieber and others quickly came to the gentle slope, wanting to find the abandoned Indian, but when they returned to the gentle slope, there was only the untied rope left, and everyone had run away.

Helplessly, the engineering team had to call the police and ask the police to come to this mountain valley to deal with the matter, and they continued to work.

After the engineering team went up the mountain in the morning, they worked until the evening. There was no entertainment here. A group of grown men would just eat some barbecue, drink some wine, brag, or listen to the radio.

No one mentioned the Indians in the exhaustion of a busy day. Lan

The workers grabbed food between the tents or went to the lake to wash away the exhaustion of the day.

After eating and drinking, most people went to rest, but a few people were still awake to keep watch, because they wanted to prevent the Indians from attacking the camp at night.

The Indians who escaped did think about attacking the camp, but the young man who escaped first persuaded the women and children, as well as the elders of the tribe, after returning to the tribe.

In the end, they did not fight the white people directly in close combat, but used the ancient ritual!

Hula la!

The graves were dug up, and the zombies covered with mud stood up from the filthy soil. One after another, a full six hundred zombies crawled out of the flat ground, some big and some small, and some were not even human.

The Indian elders hid in the trees, throwing stones from a distance, guiding these uncontrolled zombies to move slowly towards the construction team's camp.

The rotten appearance and undead characteristics made them famous in the past barbarian invasion wars, scaring the invaders away.

When the elders were young, they had seen these white pigs being bitten and hacked by zombies and fleeing in embarrassment. After many years of sealing, the zombies were unearthed again. They believed that this time the zombies could still drive these invaders out of the holy land.

With the help of the night, a large wave of zombies staggered towards the construction team's camp.

There were lights in the camp, but not many, and more were fires lit with wood from local materials.

Three or four people gathered around eight fires in different directions, talking about this and that out of boredom. They all had their own hunting rifles or old-fashioned bolt-action rifles by their hands.

Even if they didn't have a gun, they must have a revolver on their waist.

"Actually, my wife called me a few days ago and told me that she gave birth to a son for me... I have to go back to see him after I finish this job." Lan

"Walter? You haven't been home for almost two years, so where did your son come from?"

"That's why I have to go back to see him."

"No, Johnny, don't do anything stupid. After this job, let's go to Las Vegas with the brothers to watch a striptease. We are rich! There is no need to go to jail for that bitch!"

"Wait, there seems to be a sound..."

A few people were chatting near the fire on the east side, and suddenly they heard a lot of footsteps, some light and some heavy, coming from the dark woods.

In order to prevent Indian attacks, their camp was shrunk into a circle as much as possible, with machines on the periphery and a mobile toilet next to them, so the things in the woods could not be their own people.

It sounded slow, and it didn't sound like a wild beast. Lan

"Take a flashlight and look."

The oldest bearded man among the three raised his chin slightly and grabbed the shotgun at hand.

The man in the yellow hat on the left nodded, raised the searchlight at hand and pointed it in the direction of the noise.