Chapter 447 The hard-working pirate

Warship manufacturing is a great test of overall industrial capabilities. Obviously, the African Union does not have such industrial capabilities, and Wakanda only has very developed agriculture.

But it doesn't matter, the Berry Army made a mistake and sent them four ships.

As for the Atlas Group platform, there is no shortage of high-tech, and it will be relatively simple to modify and expand ships.

Using a comprehensive scan, the entire structural diagram of the ship can be obtained. Through analysis and covert support from the Secretary of State, Lear can quickly understand the inner design of the ship.

The modification of the power system is completely assisted by workers and robots, and the entire process is monitored by Lear.

The original engine room was expanded and replaced by an ultra-small SCFR reactor.

Unlike traditional ships, these ships must be equipped with complex power supply lines to power the power armor and exoskeleton, and the main guns have also been replaced with experimental semi-plasma turrets——

It's basically an enlarged version of a plasma weapon.

Bigger coils, longer tracks, more heat resistant and thicker guards, more powerful motors.

What is fired when shooting is no longer plasma, but basically solid-state projectiles, which should increase the speed of the projectiles to several times the speed of sound.

The sound of metal-colliding footsteps came from the ship, which was busy carrying out final inspections.

Most of the workers were local blacks, but more than a month ago they were pirates.

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The end of the exoskeleton arm is equipped with a welding tool, and the skill chip at the brain-computer interface assists in controlling the arm, making the welding stable.

Just looking at the welding results, most people might think that this is an old worker with several years of welding experience, but in fact he was still working as a pirate a month ago.

The last vote stole the Berry Army warship.

Xiao Hei finished welding and opened the mask to breathe.

boom.

There were footsteps behind him, and he turned around and saw the robot that symbolized Lille.

This robot is different from other engineering robots in that it does not carry tools. Instead, it is equipped with high-precision sensors to facilitate the collection of information.

In addition to coming to see the progress of the ship modification, Lille's second purpose this time was to meet this little black guy.

Nominally, he is already the official head of Somalia recognized by the African Union.

"Hello! Mr. Li!"

Somali Xiaohei stood up straight, slammed his exoskeleton near his temple, and saluted Lille.

This little black guy’s name is Abdi.

"I was a little busy before, so I didn't have time to come over and have a chat."

Lear turned and walked towards the stairs, ready to chat while confirming that the ship was ready.

Abdi hurriedly followed, feeling a little uneasy.

Lille walked in front, collecting information while asking: "Are there any abnormalities after the brain-computer interface is connected?"

"No, everything is fine. I think about working when I sleep!"

"That's abnormal, the nerves are extremely excited - you didn't rest?"

Atlas Group’s normal working hours are four days a week, one day for inspecting implanted prostheses and two days off.

Of course, voluntary overtime does exist, mostly among people like Abdi.

They gained a lot and faced great crises.

Abdi obviously didn't think that this was a problem. He was stunned for a moment and said: "But I'm not tired at all."

"This is your nerves tricking you. Using an exoskeleton will give your body the wrong feedback: unimaginable strength and significantly less than normal fatigue. The superposition of the two will produce this effect."

"What should we do?" Abdi looked at his hands.

"Are you listening to this advice?" The robot's eyes flashed, "Just turn up the force feedback. I've already adjusted it for you. There should be relevant tutorials in your operating guide."

Abdi suddenly felt that his limbs had become a lot heavier.

This also raised a question in him: "Isn't it good to keep working? Why do you do this?"

"People need to experience the world firsthand to be considered human. The psychological pressure caused by strangling a person in person is different from commanding a dog to bite a person to death thousands of miles away."

Leer's words made Abdi a little confused.

However, Lille did not explain too much. Courses on philosophy will be online one after another, and they will naturally learn it when they want to learn it.

What he wants to know is Abdi.

"Somalia's excessive government does not recognize you. What are you going to do?"

The transitional government of Somalia was the former nominal government of Somalia.

However, the control power is too weak, and may only be a little stronger than the various terrorists and parties in this land.

"They are not worthy of being the official!" Abdi said angrily, "They have been around for almost ten years, but this place has not changed for the better at all!

They are too weak and incompetent, so we can only be pirates! "

So energetic?

Lille thought for a moment, and there was no problem. After all, this kid was only 19 years old.

Yes, this guy named Abdi is only 19 years old.

However, the meaning behind his words was somewhat different. After all, most pirates would not complain so clearly about the government.

If people don't know the benefits of a stable regime, of course they don't care about the stability of the government.

"You don't want to be a pirate."

"Who would want to be a pirate?" Abdi asked, "I know that the outside world looks down on us and thinks that we are a cancer that harms the waterways.

But what else can we do in Somalia besides this? In comparison, we are already the most benevolent pirates, only collecting tolls, not kidnapping, not killing, and almost never attacking.

I know that if piracy becomes rampant to a certain extent, businessmen will gradually tend to use the cost of travel distance to cover the cost of security.

By that time, even pirates won’t be able to do it! "

Lear nodded slightly: "How long have you been doing this? How do you do it?"

"Two and a half, maybe three years." Abdi calculated the time and continued, "I used radio to locate merchant ships."

Leer was really a little surprised and looked back at Abdi.

There are many pirates in Somalia.

There is a technological pirate here, and the outside world may not know it.

Seeing Lille's reaction, Abdi was a little proud: "This will save us a lot of things - in fact, it will save a lot of money.

I keep track of every penny I collect. I know how much I should use to recruit new people and how much I should use to buy guns.

When you make more money than other pirates, you can do more than others. In this way, I opened up a small road.

I told the businessmen that as long as they paid them, they could travel smoothly on this road.

Basically, 99% of the ships will choose to cooperate, and I even have to get the contact information of many captains.

Mr. Li, you really made the right choice by choosing me, because I know what knowledge and rules can bring, unlike other pirates or the incompetent official army.

Those guys will just kneel down and beg the Berry Army to show their favor and give them some benefits, but I..."

"Will you lead your people to the front for me and resist those steel soldiers?"

The two of them walked to the top of the stairs while they were talking.

Abdi paused at these words, but Leer did not stop and walked to the deck.

Abdi is a very smart young man, but smart people tend to have a problem when they are anxious:

opinionated.

It was clear that Abdi believed that Lille needed fighters, people at the forefront of the conflict who would die for him.

But is this what he wants?

Judging from his pause, it probably wasn't.

Lille looked towards the port residential area, and Abdi, who didn't know how to answer, instinctively followed him.

Galkayo has experienced wars, terrorist attacks, and massacres. It is more like a densely populated cesspool and ruins than a city or a port in Somalia.

People like him are thin and short, as if they will be blown down by the wind.

But many people will have a firearm in poor condition hidden in their home - and may one day join the pirate industry in order to survive.

Violence makes people addicted to it. When you look into someone's frightened eyes, when you own someone, it is easy for people to lose control.

With violence as a means of survival, the situation changes.

Abdi is a local resident. He has been stolen from others, and he has also been robbed of other people's things.

Some companions have been killed, and others have also been killed. Maybe one of their friends was killed today, and tomorrow the killer will be on their side. After getting along with them, they will be no different from the friend who was killed.

He hated such companions and himself, but he also felt sad about it.

He wants to live a good life for himself, and also wants to make his own people live a good life.

What's even sadder is that in order to get rid of this situation, he racked his brains to read books, use radio to learn, get some knowledge from chaotic information, and enrich his brain, but all he saw was a fate with no future.

In order to survive, robbery became instinctive, but in the eyes of others, it was robbery. After experiencing such an attack and massacre, he also saw clearly:

Either someone else will find a way around this place, or one day people can't stand it anymore and wipe them out.

Both consequences are devastating to them: it is not sad to sacrifice one's life, but the sad thing is that even one's life cannot be exchanged for survival.

So he made up his mind - in this case, just work hard!

"yes, I."

"Think clearly before you answer. Young people, risking their lives for others is a dead end."