chapter 102

How to handle the magic crops planted on the farm were still minor problems after all.

At most, they could only be considered a small episode in daily life.

Regarding the issue of that island, although the White-Headed Eagle-led North Atlantic Treaty's so-called military strikes had been delayed, some useless but disgusting tricks came sooner than expected.

On the fifth day after he left the island, he received a message from Zhang Qingshan, the captain of the island's security forces.

Around dawn, island time, hundreds of unidentified people claiming to be natives of the island landed on the island in speedboats.

Their reason was simple: this was their home, and they wanted to move back.

And it wasn't just these people who came; there were also many reporters accompanying them, and the whole event was being broadcast live, visible to the whole world.

The momentum was very large.

Seeing these people getting closer and closer to the island, Zhang Qingshan didn't know what to do for a while and could only send a message to ask Su Yi how to handle it.

If the other party had come to seize the island with weapons, or even directly with warships.

For Zhang Qingshan, dealing with it wouldn't be a dilemma.

He would just put on his powered armor and deal with them.

But they were all unarmed civilians, and it was obviously difficult for him to open fire directly.

Su Yi knew what he meant, and he wasn't so mad as to have people open fire directly on these ordinary people who were being used as tools.

That would be a real disaster.

After a little thought, he issued an instruction to Zhang Qingshan.

Now that things had developed to this point, it was time to give these white-skinned guys a little shock of otherworldly technology.

Compared to magic, a supernatural power that needed to be hidden, Su Yi never intended to hide the powered armor.

He was not only going to use it, but he was also going to show this powerful weapon from another world to everyone for the first time, so that everyone would be shocked.

He originally thought that the first appearance of the powered armor would be to sacrifice the warships of the White-Headed Eagle, but now it seems that he couldn't wait until that time.

However, with a large number of media present, the repercussions might be even greater.

After receiving Su Yi's authorization, Zhang Qingshan immediately ordered the island's security forces to move.

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In the A San Ocean, on the boundless sea.

Dozens of small boats full of people were speeding forward like a pack of wolves on the sea, stirring up white waves behind them.

Each small boat was carrying a dozen or so poorly dressed, dark-skinned natives.

They were driving the boats towards their old home, but there was no excitement or indignation in their eyes.

Instead, they looked a little flustered.

Obviously, the natives, although generally uneducated, didn't mean they were stupid.

Not long ago, they had just received a large settlement fee from the European Union to leave the island, and before they had enjoyed a few days of good life, a group of powerful masters had found them and asked them to go back in the name of reclaiming their homeland.

They were the natives of the island, not the cavemen of the island who didn't know how to use the Internet.

These islanders were well aware of the disputes that had arisen around their old island during this period.

Some enlightened people even felt that the island might trigger a war between the Nine Provinces and the Western camp.

As people in the center of the vortex, the islanders themselves didn't care about any homeland or not.

Not everyone in the world has the same feelings for their homeland as the people of the Nine Provinces.

As long as the money was enough, they didn't care who the poor island was sold to, or whether they could go back in the future.

Therefore, when the European Union offered a sky-high relocation fee, none of these islanders objected, and they happily took the money and moved away.

Now someone was asking them to come back.

Of course, they were unwilling.

When gods fight, these islanders are mortals in the middle.

They also knew that they were weak and didn't want to get involved in this mess.

But they had no choice.

In many cases, this is the case for small people without power or influence.

Whether it was moving off the island or protesting on the island, they had no right to choose. The big shots just frowned and came up with an idea, and then they had to carry it out, that's all.

The difference was that when they moved away, Su Yi, in order to prevent future troubles, specifically required in the island transfer agreement that the compensation from the European Union to these islanders must not be less, but must be given more.

That's why they were able to get such a huge relocation fee so smoothly.

But now that they were being sent to seize the island, the people who sent them were not as easy to talk to as Su Yi.

All they were given were these small, broken boats.

Reward? Of course, there was none.

Their reason was simple.

You are coming to reclaim your homeland, and you still want me to give you money? Giving you some small boats and letting a group of reporters follow behind you to support you is already a great mercy from the masters.

What? You don't want a homeland, you don't want to come back?

Then I have to talk to you about whether the settlement fee that the European Union gave you before was legal.

Under such a harassing operation, it would be strange if these islanders who were forced to return to "reclaim their homeland" were willing.

Several nautical miles behind this group of small boats was a very luxurious yacht.

On the yacht were reporters from well-known media from Western countries.

At this time, they were all wearing casual beach clothes, chatting in groups of three or five on the deck, and tasting snacks.

Long guns and short cannons had been set up on the front deck. As soon as they entered the sea area belonging to that island, they would return to their work positions as soon as possible and broadcast the feat of "islanders who had been unfairly treated and left their homes reclaiming their homeland" to the world.

"Jack, is your drone watching? Where are those dirty islanders?"

A shirtless reporter came to a young man operating a drone.

"Soon, it's less than twenty nautical miles away from that island, and it will soon enter the sea area belonging to that island. I think there should be some action over there too. You'd better let all the reporters turn on their machines, and it's a good time to warm up."

The young man named Jack casually controlled the drone to fly to the island, seemingly not caring about whether this would violate the airspace.

Hearing this, the shirtless reporter immediately stood up, clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, and then said loudly:

"It's coming soon, it's coming soon, everyone get busy, we'll have a party to celebrate after we successfully return this time!"

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