Global Weirdness: People Survive in Ultra

Looking at the Jetton alien kneeling on the ground, Meng Yao, Dagu and Xincheng looked at each other in silence, and they all saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

It seems that the Yabo people did hide some information.

But speaking of it, this Super Beast Factory does not look like a good place.

Meng Yao waved his hand: "Alright, your news is barely acceptable."

He stood up from the bed, pointed at the three stone beds in the dim room, and said to the four aliens, "Three beds, two for us and one for the four of you. Any objections?"

The aliens shook their heads hurriedly.

But it’s strange. Since the Universal Court assigned seven people to this dormitory, why are there only three beds?

Meng Yao glanced at those aliens and did not express his doubts in public.

The Jetton alien stood up from the ground and asked cautiously, "By the way... Master Meng Yao, is there anything that brings you to the Moon Sanctuary?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Yao's thoughts, which had been wandering in his mind, suddenly turned back to the face of the Jetton alien.

"You ask this, are you trying to sell me information?"

Meng Yao walked over.

"No no no! I didn't... Ugh!"

Meng Yao grabbed the neck of the Jetton alien with one hand. Only then did he remember that even those ordinary Ultramen had people buying information, let alone himself?

Besides, no matter how blocked the time and space are, the news on Earth is very blocked.

Isn't my name known to these black marketeers in the universe?

Meng Yao mentioned the Jetton alien, and the X terminal scanned him back and forth. The remaining three aliens could only watch from the side and did not dare to take action.

[There is indeed a communicator.]

Axe finally said.

Meng Yaoteng didn't make a move. He called out to Dagu, "Come over and remove his communicator."

"If he spreads the news, I'm afraid even the Universal Court won't be able to protect us."

Dagu nodded seriously.

After all the communication equipment on the Jetton alien was removed, Meng Yao threw him to the ground.

Free entry and exit is not allowed in the Super Beast Factory. Daily activities can only be carried out in designated areas, and there are very strict time regulations.

In this light, the factory is more like a prison.

"From now on, the four of you must stay with us."

"If I find out our identities have been exposed, you—will die first."

Meng Yao's tone was icy.

The main thing is that it would be difficult to deal with if these four people were killed.

At the moment, we can only choose this crude method.

After dealing with the interpersonal relationships among roommates, the seven of them found a place to sit in the dormitory, while Super Beast Ace stood against the wall like a wooden stake.

"The arrangements for the 153rd batch of workers have been completed. Please be led by the foremen of each dormitory to the workshop for training in half an hour."

"The 153rd batch... is undergoing training."

"No...."

Suddenly, a low broadcast voice came from the wall, echoing in the depressing and dim little room.

Xincheng looked up. He was almost asleep. "What's a foreman?"

The Babar alien raised his head silently: "It's... me."

"How come we don't know when the foreman was chosen?"

Seeing that the evil man Meng Yao was looking at him again, Babar raised his hand and said stiffly, "The foreman had already arranged it in advance when the dormitory was assigned."

"The work arrangements in the Super Beast Factory are very strict, with clear lines of superiors and subordinates: workers, foremen, line leaders, and managers. Above them are the director and deputy director."

Meng Yao nodded: "I understand, foreman."

"No, no, no, you are the boss."

"Okay, then I'll be the leader." Meng Yao crossed his legs and stretched out on the bed. "Then who! Babar, do you know who our line leader is?"

Babar was helpless and shook his head, saying he didn't know.

Meng Yao said "oh", closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Half an hour passed quickly. When the time was up, the dormitory door opened automatically and a red line appeared on the floor.

The red line emits a captivating light in the darkness, extending all the way to the next corner.

It should be a guide line.

Meng Yao shook his head at Babar and the others, signaling them to take the lead, while the latter could only tiptoe and walk out obediently.

"From the looks of you, don't you have intelligence?"

Meng Yao asked Xiao Long Xia: "Why are you still so timid?"

The crayfish gestured with its claws. "You don't know, the Super Beast Factory is said to be owned by the Universal Court, but I heard the factory manager here is completely independent and has his own set of rules."

“Many people who come in either disappear or go crazy.”

Dada's big head also came over and said: "Yes, if 300 trillion is not so tempting, who would dare to come in?"

Is that so... Factory Director...

"What are you talking about? Hurry up and catch up." The Jetton alien suddenly turned around and shouted.

The seven of them, plus the Ultra Beast Ace, walked silently through the dark corridor, their feet making a clattering sound as they stepped on metal plates.

"Where are the people? Why are they so quiet?"

Dagu and Xincheng were the last to walk. The two buddies whispered to each other as they walked, "I remember there were hundreds of thousands of people when we came in."

"Why can't I see anyone now? Is even the road to the workshop completely separated?"

While muttering, it has reached the end.

Steam, roar and a large amount of heat poured out from the room in front of him.

The room was lit only by a faint green light, which made their facial features look strange. In the long and narrow room, there was a wide metal track, which took up almost a third of the area.

There are four workstations on both sides of the track.

As for where the tracks came from and where they went, they had no idea.

The only things that could be seen clearly were the two pitch-black portals on the wall.

“Is this our workshop?”

They walked into the workshop one by one, and only then did they discover a person standing in the dark.

"Everyone, welcome."

His voice was shrill, and although he was laughing, it sounded more like his throat was stuck. "I am your line leader - a Hippolytus."

He shook his big nose and turned around.

"Face-dropping alien!"

Meng Yao exclaimed in his heart.

Isn’t this line leader the Hippolytus who almost wiped out the Ultra Brothers and turned them all into bronze statues?

He is actually the line leader!

Hippolyte gently stroked his long nose, which showed that he was in a good mood at the moment.

"I guess, except for a small number of people, most of you came to the Super Beast Factory just for the sanctuary qualification."

Hippolyte walked back and forth in front of the crowd, saying as he swayed, "Your job is simple: just hammer!"

"Parts that need processing will be continuously delivered to this assembly line. You just need to... well, knock them down to this size to qualify."

Hippolyte made a circle the size of an egg.

"Okay, the job is that simple. The bell rings for work, and the bell rings for dismissal."

"Keep working hard, everyone. I still have other workshops to inspect."

But Meng Yao suddenly raised his hand: "Line leader, what if the parts processing fails?"

He knew how fast the assembly line was.

If the raw materials delivered are not processed in time or the processing fails, will there be any punishment?

Hippolyte glanced at Meng Yao and asked, "Earthling?"

"But it doesn't matter what race it is."

He smiled wickedly: "As for the punishment, it varies from person to person. If you are really curious, why not try it and find out?"