Chapter 1212 - Armored Nightmare
In a valley roughly 370 kilometers from Mogadishu, four enormous tents stood in neat rows. Each large tent covered more than three hundred square meters. Rain hammered against the camouflage-patterned yellow-and-white tarpaulins, roaring like a waterfall.
Anyone inside who spoke too softly would have trouble being heard.
Yet inside one of the large tents, a deafening roar was echoing.
The voice was loud enough to begin with, but it had also been amplified through a loudspeaker, so even the people outside digging drainage ditches in the pouring rain could hear every word clearly.
"...Who bought these cameras? Why is the quality so terrible? Have I docked your pay? How dare you try to fob this garbage off on me? If anyone doesn't want to work anymore, then get lost!..."
"...My God, you big idiot, what on earth happened to you? Where's your right foreleg? Where did it go? Who ate it? Was it you? Give it back, give it back—good heavens! You stupid, useless lump! Get someone over here and take this idiot's measurements. I can only find it in my conscience to do this as a form of waste utilization!... What are you standing around for? These big idiots are nothing but kittens in front of me! Come on, sit! Lie down! Roll over! Meow twice! That's right, you can't meow. Your voices are simply awful. In the next version, I'll develop one with a skylark's voice and make it sing My Heart Will Go On for me..."
"...Idiot, are you trying to get yourself killed? If you die, I won't pay you a single euro—not even half a cent..."
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Not far from the large tent, several Black laborers who did not even have raincoats wore nothing but oversized underpants and went bare-chested.