Farming Life Starting in Africa

The machine base slowly sprays out elastic vinyl chloride resin, which begins to be stacked and shaped layer by layer.

In a short time, a lifelike human face base slowly took shape inside the machine's chamber.

The crowd watching intently was filled with amazement. This cutting-edge technology, which overturned their understanding of the world, made them very curious about its final effect.

Once the face base is formed, the suspended mini spraying module immediately starts automatically and begins to apply color in orderly layers.

It meticulously simulates the rosy texture of real skin, the varying shades of blemishes, and the crisscrossing capillary patterns beneath the skin.

After the coloring process is completed, the machine automatically starts the constant temperature drying mode, and the mask is about to be set.

Everyone crowded around the machine, peering in disbelief at the mask that looked almost like real skin. They all wanted to witness firsthand just how incredible the mask's effects were.

Brian turned to look at Mia beside him and joked with a smile, "If we could make two masks out of this, could we go back to America and live a normal life?"

Upon hearing these naive words, Tang couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Don't be dreaming. If you really go back to America, are you planning to wear a mask on every day?"

While we were chatting, the hum of the machine gradually stopped, and the mask was completely finished.

All eyes were on Rosen, waiting for him to speak first, since it belonged to him.

Rosen shrugged nonchalantly. "Freshly made masks, anyone want to try them on first?"

The words had barely left his mouth when Roman's eyes lit up. He reached into the machine's compartment first and deftly pulled out the mask. "Let me do it! Nobody knows this better than me. Leaving the police station stuff to me is fine!"

Seeing Roman's excited expression, Brian didn't say anything to dampen his enthusiasm.

When it comes to familiarity with the police station, no one in the room can match him, this former police officer.

Roman was his childhood friend, and Brian was too lazy to embarrass him.

But the gossipy Taiji wasn't going to put up with him at all, and immediately laughed and teased, "You're so familiar with this place, you don't happen to be spending a lot of time in the police station, do you?"

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a little amused.

Roman isn't a police officer, yet he, a Black man, knows police procedures and layout like the back of his hand. Without a doubt, he's a regular at the station.

Faced with the teasing, Roman wasn't embarrassed at all. Instead, he laughed heartily and took the joke in stride: "Of course! I'm a regular at police stations. I've been to every police station in Texas, big and small."

While showing off, he looked down and carefully examined the mask in his hand.

His intense curiosity had long since overshadowed his slight discomfort, and Roman couldn't wait for the smell to dissipate before putting the mask on his head.

In an instant, the strong smell of plastic filled his nostrils, making his nose itch slightly and making him want to sneeze.

Once the mask was completely fitted to his face and scalp, a magical scene unfolded.

Just moments ago, Roman, a dark-skinned Black man, transformed instantly into a brownish-skinned Brazilian Pado mixed-race man, with a perfect switch in facial contours and skin tone.

The only flaw is his bald head, which looks particularly abrupt and strange.

Seeing this, Mia immediately took out a wig, realistic eyebrows and a small mustache from the bag she had prepared beforehand, and stepped forward to begin applying simple makeup to Roman.

As she meticulously pasted in the hair and adjusted the details of the face, comparing it to the original photo of the police chief on her computer, she casually asked, "Roman, are you going straight to the police station tonight?"

Roman was taken aback, his face full of surprise: "So soon? Today?"

Brian, who was watching nearby, couldn't help but laugh out loud. He patiently explained, "What else can we do? It's nighttime now, most of the officers have already gone off duty for their shifts, and security is at its most relaxed. You don't necessarily want to go during the day and openly meet and greet that chief, do you?"

Roman sighed upon hearing this, "Alright, alright, I'll do as you say. Mia, hurry up, this smell is a bit overwhelming, I'm about to sneeze."

Brian thoughtfully stepped forward, ready to block the spit that was about to hit his wife, and casually asked, "How's the breathability of the mask? Does it feel stuffy?"

Roman raised his hand and touched his cheek repeatedly. The mask fit well and felt realistic and delicate. "It's alright, not stuffy at all. It's like having an extra layer of skin on my face. The comfort level is pretty good."

After he finished speaking, he subconsciously grinned, and with a slight twitch of his facial muscles, the mask was instantly torn open, revealing a clear crease and a distinct nasolabial fold. The flaw in the mask was instantly exposed.

Taiji, who was standing nearby, immediately noticed this detail and frowned, reminding him, "Don't make any big expressions! This mask isn't foolproof; any big facial movements will give you away. Also, try not to speak if you can. Your voice is rough and deep, completely different from the chief's delicate voice. You'll easily give yourself away if you open your mouth."

Roman immediately cleared his throat, deliberately lowered his voice, and pretended to be hoarse: "Cough cough... I know, I know, I'll just say that my throat is inflamed and uncomfortable today, and I'll talk less."

Brian was still worried and reminded him again, "It's best to keep quiet and make as little noise as possible. The chief's voice is much higher than yours; the difference is too obvious."

Upon hearing this, Roman immediately grinned mischievously and replied with a lewd expression, "I know, I know, he's more meticulous than me in every way, he can't compare to me, haha..."

The moment that unexpected dirty joke came out, everyone present rolled their eyes, speechless. Only Brian was used to Roman's indiscriminate use of crude language.

Night fell over Rio de Janeiro, the city's neon lights stretched along the coastline, and the evening breeze, carrying the salty scent of the sea and the heat of the street air, stirred up a sense of unease.

Brian and Tee drove Roman to the police station to retrieve the money jar.

The others didn't join in the fun. The police station looked deserted at night, but there were actually quite a few police officers on duty, with security guards and patrol personnel on rotation both inside and outside.

After all, their boss Reyes has put all his money here, so what's wrong with working overtime? They'll definitely get a bigger bonus.

If Roman's disguise is exposed, even if all of them rush over together, it will be a drop in the ocean, and they will have no way to rescue him from those police officers.

Instead of creating chaos, we should just go about our business.