China is all set to dramatically develop its footprint within the South Pacific. With its newest five-year cope with the Asian nation, it’s providing safety and financial cooperation to 10 islands of the area
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For 5,000 years East Asian are the masters of the World. Imagine USA as leader of North America and Europe, China is use to own the roles in ancient time. What make the Indian think that they can stop East Asian advance in Pacific?
Back off CCP thugs!
All poor nations want to befriend with rich developed China..
If China offers comprehensive assistance, US shd counter offer but not critical n doing nothing
COMMUNIST China government PROPAGANDA's of INVESTMENT & SECURITY within SOUTH PACIFIC Islands for their Own Business SELF-BENEFITS of "DEBT TRAP" and "MILITARIZATION BULLYING" in the Region against the QUAD & UN. 😷🌏🙏
Some of these neighboring countries allowing china into their country to help them develop in their own country should be extremely careful. Since china knows that they can’t defend themselves, china will just take it, even by force.
God bless China 🇨🇳🙏🏿
Looks like no fish for Australia, the world knows how the Chinese have stolen food from the world for many years. There goes the neighborhood!!
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s not that easy to catch a fly. You open the window of your bedroom and wait by the sill. After about twenty-five minutes of trying to snatch one out of midair and coming up empty, you get smart. You put out a bowl of sugar water and wait. As soon as a fly lands, you snag him. In your cupped hands, the fly buzzes furiously, but you concentrate. The fly settles into your palm. When you’re d
didn’t say anything about the morph being scary. But it is. Suddenly, the ground rushes up at you. You’re shrinking right out of your clothes. At the same time, your bones begin to make this funny crunching noise. It sounds like you’re jumping on Styrofoam. A leg grows out of your stomach! Then another leg! You fall facefirst on the carpet. You try to break your fall with your arms, but they are already turning transparent and papery. You hear an odd humming noise, and you realize that it’s your wings, beating. You can’t see. Or rather, you can, but you see fractured images. You sense something gray and plump and interesting nearby. Thanks to the sticky pads on your feet, you walk right up a wall toward it. Spider! You want it. You want to eat it. Chomp down on that plump, juicy body, and— No! your mind screams. Focus. The spider probably has a web. And you don’t want to get caught. You have a mission. Your wings beat furiously, as if you aren’t even directing them. Zoom—you’re out the window, buzzing in a blur of green and blue. You head back toward the yar, w
Your hamster heart beats furiously. You’re scared. You’re scared of everything. Everything is bigger. Everything wants to eat you. You hide behind what, as a human, you’d consider a large hedge. But it’s only a leaf of a geranium. Morphing Hamlet, Lexie’s hamster, was a weird experience. It was like being put through a meat grinder, minus the pain. Not that you’ve ever been put through a meat grinder. But try hearing your bones crunch. It’s not the most pleasant experience. But you do like the fur. You groom yourself, liking the glossy feel. But you have work to do. You creep closer to hear what Mom is saying to her friend Emily. “I guess I should take a slice of cake to my neighbor,” Mom says with a sigh. “If I don’t, she’ll come over and complain about the noise.” Just then, you smell danger. Your heart beats even faster, and you burrow into the dirt to hide. The ground shakes. “Excuse me! This noise! Very loud!” your neighbor, Ms. Humphries, calls. A ferret is draped over her neck. The neighborhood kids call her the Ferre
But before she can finish, dirt flies and a paw suddenly swipes out. How could you have forgotten that when you see Ms. Humphries, her cat Gingerbread is never far behind? Swipe, claw, chomp! You’re dessert.
curl up under the sofa so that she won’t notice she has one extra ferret. But she doesn’t pay attention to her pets, anyway. Another ferret brushes against her legs. She doesn’t pick it up, doesn’t coo at it, doesn’t stroke it. Weird? Or standard operating procedure? The phone rings. Ms. Humphries snatches it up. “Yes.” A pause. “Yes. I’ll be there. No, I won’t attract attention,” she says, sounding irritable. “No more than usual. This host is apparently an eccentric.” This host. She’s a Controller! You shrink back under the sofa. You hear a creak above you as she sits. You see her fet in thick-soled loafers. She doesn’t move. And doesn’t move.
What time is it? How long have you been in the morph? You only have two hours! You watch as a shadow moves slowly across the floor. How can you get out of the house without her noticing you? The shadow touches the toe of her shoe, and she gets up. “Time,” she mutters. She stumps around the room, and you creep forward to watch. She slips into her coat, picks up a nearby canvas tote bag. She starts for the door and opens it. You can sneak out! You dart forward, but she suddenly spins around. “Ferret Lady,” she murmurs. “Travels with a pet all the time.” And before you can move or react, she reaches down and sweeps you up in one hand. She pops you into the tote bag! She zips it partly shut. You can stick your nose out, but that’s all. You’re trapped, and the clock is ticking! Ms. Humphries tosses the tote bag in the front seat of the car. You hit your head on the door handle. The car jerks forward. You try to work the zipper with your
close for comfort. The car stops. Ms. Humphries slings you over her shoulder. You poke your nose out. You’re in the beach parking lot. She’s going to The Sharing meeting! At least the rest of the Animorphs will be there. Ms. Humphries plops the bag down on the sand. She trudges off to speak to a knot of people by the voleyball net. Ten minutes left. You wiggle your nose through the opening, thrashing your head to widen the gap. The zipper gives a bit. Not much. Not enough. You hear Cassie’s voice nearby. And then you remember that you can use thoughtspeak! <CASSIE! CASSIE! IT’S ME! I’M IN FERRET MORPH!> “What?” you hear Cassie say. “I didn’t say anything,” someone replies. You realize that Cassie can’t thought-speak back. And she can’t talk out loud, or it will look suspicious. <Cassie, I’m in a tote bag lying on the sand. I can’t get out! My morph time is up. I
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Rachel has taken your complaint about feeb morphs and run with it. The plan is to collect wild creature morphs at The Gardens. Since Cassie’s mother works there, you can get behind the scenes and try to acquire some truly fierce DNA.
That is, if you don’t get caught. You meet up with all the others at The Gardens. “Okay,” Cassie says, after you get your admission tickets. “Just stay close.” You follow her into the main building. It’s been fashioned into a rain forest, with animals in their natural habitats. Cassie leads you through an unmarked door. You stop, confused. Suddenly, you’re in Industrial City. Gray walls, concrete floor. After the sights and sounds of the rain forest, the contrast makes you dizzy. Cassie points to the doorways. “These lead to the exhibits,” she explains. You nod, but you can’t quite imagine opening one and popping in to say hello to a tiger or a grizzly bera. “How do you guys feel about gorillas?” Cassie asks. You think she’s kidding. But she hands Marco an apple, and before you know it, he’s actually touched his huge gorilla called Big Jim. He acquires his DNA. This gives you all courage somehow. One of you came close to a wild creature and
Hey there,” you say softly. You shake the tree branch a little. Somewhere you’ve read that giraffes feed on treetops. You don’t think they attack humans—you hope. The giraffe takes a delicate step toward you. It passes by you, so close you can smell the dusky fur. You put out a tentative hand and touch its flank. The giraffe stops moving. So this is it, this is the trance. So strange that you can put such a large, strong creature to sleep. You close your eyes and concentrate. When you’re done, you pat the giraffe gently. “Thanks,” you say. You slip back inside the corridor. That encounter went so well that it gives you confidence. You continue down a sloping ramp. When you come to the next door, you open it and slip inside. You’re in a savannah. Dry trees, sand. Hot, but a dry heat. You don’t see the animal at first. You hear it. ERRRR-UP! EURRR-UP! RRR-UP!
The cry raises the hair on the back of your neck. It is close to human. The animal is wavering on long front legs. The fur is sandy-colored and coarse. You don’t think you’ve ever seen an uglier animal. “She should be down by now,” a voice says. Quickly, you crouch down behind some food bins as the door opens. Two white-jacketed workers come in. “Takes a few minutes,” the other one says. “We better wait until she’s completely out.” “Are you kidding? I wouldn’t go near a hyena otherwise,” the other man says. He peers into the enclosure. “She’s down.” “Okay, let’s go. The vet’s waiting. Oh, darn. I left the stretcher by the elev
Hey!” one of them calls. “Stop!” the other one says. They toss aside the stretcher. They start to run toward you. You could wait and think of a story. But it seems easier just to run.
You sprint around a corner—straight into a security guard. “Whoa,” he says. Two strong hands grip your arms. “Where are you going?” The workers come up behind you. They’re both out of breath. “Tried to break into the hyena habitat,” one of them says, gasping. The grip tightens. “So what’s your name, kid?” You think about telling the truth. Well, not the whole truth. But at least saying that you know Cassie’s mom. The only trouble is, that might get Cassie in trouble. And it could bring too much attention to the others. So you say nothing. He frowns. “We got reports of vandals in the park. Come along with me.” He marches you down the corridor into a small waiting room. There are two policemen there. Great. Just what you need.
I know you were called about a disturbance by the snack bar,” the security guard says. “But No Name here was caught sneaking into the animal habitats.” The taller policeman sighs. Obviously, he doesn’t want the burden of some kid. “Let’s move,” he says. They keep you between them as they march you outside to a loading area behind the snack bar. A police van is parked there. On the side of the van are the words K-9 UNIT. “Strange thing, for a kid to be sneaking into animal cages,” one policeman says. “They aren’t cages,” the other one says. “They’re habitats.” “Whatever. Sit here.” The taller policeman puts a hand on your shoulder and shoves you down on a bench. “And don’t think about moving. Princie and Gale won’t take too kindly.”
Two German shepherds bound out of the police van and sit in front of you. One of the dogs bares its teeth. “Stay,” the policeman says, and moves off to go talk on the van radio. You’ve got to get away. In just a few hours, you’re supposed to meet the others at school to invade the Yeerk pool. Your only choice is a morph. But what’s the best way to get away from the cops? You have to make a choice fast, while their backs are turned. You choose:
The hyena morph roars to life—a creature bound by one instinct: To kill. The K-9 dogs take off. They are just a streak of fur. You watch them, considering the chase. But you smell better prey. “What the—” The policeman turns, sees you, and leaps into the van. Locks the door and reaches for a gun. You note this, but you don’t care. It just doesn’t interest you. You lope away, down the path toward the snack bar. People scatter, small prey that you consider. But you smell something better. The primitive urge to have meat is so strong that you can’t fight it. You forget your name and who you are. You pick up the pace as the scent of prey grows stronger. Stop! Your mind screams the word. You’re human! You don’t kill! But the hyena is ruthless and fearless, and doesn’t stop. You hear a loud noise. A siren. People are screaming. Workers are
You hunker down. You’re cornered now. You’ll have to go for the closest prey. Small prey. Light hair grows out of the head. One of the species’s young. She wanders away from her mother. Good. It’s a child! It’s a little girl! No! You can’t fight it! You feel the hyena’s killing instinct, and you struggle. The workers are closing in with the net. One of them carries a tranquilizer gun. He is trying to get clear to aim. The prey toddles toward you. The mother screams. You feel the short hind legs of the hyena contract. The muscles tense. The powerful jaw opens and you let out that inhuman cry. ERRRR-UP! It silences everyone. They all fear you. You own this place. This prey is y
No! With a last, desperate struggle, you take over the hyena instinct. You turn toward the worker with the gun. You feel the burning sensation, and immediately, your legs feel heavy. Slowly, you slump to the ground.
Sting! You’re knocked out. When you awake, you will have to deal with the horror of being permanently stuck in hyena morph, a creature without mercy, a killing m
You reach out and touch the K-9 dog Princie’s coat. The dog closes his eyes. You concentrate. The police have their backs to you. It’s now or never. There’s that strange sensation again, of bones crunching, things growing that shouldn’t be growing. You touch your ears and feel fur. You suddenly drop down on all fours and notice that you have paws instead of hands and feet. And the smell! You smell everything! Food! People! Animals! It’s overwhelming at first. The other dogs cock their heads and look at you curiously. The one called Princie smells you and howls. After all, she’s smelling herself. The two policemen look over. “Hey, Seidel,” the taller one says. “Thought you only brought two dogs.” “Must have loaded a third—hey! The kid is missing!”
The two dogs take off, and you follow, your nose to the ground, then in the air. Incredible. You can smell yourself. You can follow the air currents, know where you walked and stopped. The dogs follow your trail to the admission booth. They circle, and you do, too. Of course you know which way you went. You go in the opposite direction, but the other two take off down the sidewalk. Darn!
You bound up behind them while the two cops hold the leashes. Why didn’t you walk on the sidewalk? That would have confused the scent. Instead, you had stuck to the grassy part near the curb. The dog can smell your trail easily. “They’ve picked it up,” Seidel says. He sounds relieved. More relieved than he should sound, since he’s only tracking a kid. “Chapman says at least one of the kids infiltrated The Sharing meeting,” Finley says. The policemen are Controllers! And they’ll follow your scent straight to your house. To your family. “I reported that kid who was hanging around the dunes,” Seidel answers. “The others are going to pick her up. It won’t be long before she’s one of us.” Cassie. She was the one who’d hung out on the dunes, watching over Jake in his dog morph. Cassie was in danger! You have to warn her. Warn the others.
You take that sweatshirt all over the neighborhood, rubbing it against trees and sidewalks and grass. Soon, you see the cops and the K-9 dogs again. The dogs are barking, running from place to place while the cops strain to hold on to the leashes. You keep hidden and watch the cops get thoroughly confused. They give up, and you trot back home. Time is almost up. You morph back into human form in your garage. You hurry inside to call Cassie. But everyone has left already. If you rush to the school now, you could blow their cover. There’s got to another way.
You leap over a wall. It’s so easy, since your legs are so long! You find yourself in a savannah habitat. That’s good. You start across, hoping to make it to the other wall. If you can get over it, the exit it just steps away. Then, you hear a roar. You’ve leaped into the lion’s den. Both your giraffe instincts and a book you vaguely remembered called Those Amazing Animals of Africa suddenly remind you that lions are the main predators of giraffes. A full-grown male lion springs.
It’s getting late, and you’re freaked. Cassie is in danger. Should you head over to school to try to hook up with the others? You can’t stay here while the other Animorphs put their lives on the line. There’s a suspicion that’s been nagging at you. During the chase, the policemen looked very nervous at the parking garage. They muttered about Visser Three. What if something strange is going on there? It’s only a little bit out of your way, so you decide to investigate the garage before heading to school. The garage is used during the day for city government workers. Right now, it’s pretty deserted except for a security guard. You duck behind a car and wait until he heads down the ramp toward the entrance. You’re about to explore when you see the guard wave in a large black van with tinted windows. Curious, you watch as the van heads up the ramp. Instead of parking, the van pulls up directly in front of the elevators
get out. You recognize Jake’s brother, Tom. Controllers! Someone pushes a button to summon the elevator. You know you have to follow the group, but you can’t stay in human form. Tom would recognize you. You have to try a morph. But what should you choose? You have to make a decision fast. You choose:
It’s not a cat,” someone says. “It’s not a dog,” someone else observes. The Controller who seems to be in charge turns and gives you a dismissive glance. “Catch it. I’ll throw it down the shaft.” Busted! You can’t react, or they’ll suspect something. “Wait,” Tom says. “I’ve seen that animal. It’s a ferret. Belongs to Humphries. Maybe we shouldn’t touch it. Chapman said to take no chances.” “All right.” The other Controller turns back, already bored with the conversation. You’re safe—for now. The elevator indicator lights up the sublevel floor. It’s as far down as t
But then you hear the screams. Human cries of anguish. Suffering. And you pick up a horrifying familiar smell. Taxxons. You don’t want to see what’s ahead. You don’t want to move. Dread fills you. It’s so much more enormous than being afraid of a test, or the dentist. You’ve only hesitated a moment, but the Controllers have disappeared around a turning. You dart forward. The first thing you get hit with is how huge the space is. It’s maybe three times the size of the mall. And it’s all completely open, and carved out of rock and earth. There are still enormous pieces of earthmoving equipment down there, as though the space is constantly being expanded. You notice other staircases winding up and disappearing. There must be secret entrances all over town! The Yeerks are much more numerous than any of you imagined. Then you notice the cages. They are filled with humans and Hork-Bajir. Women, children, men. Some of them are screaming. Some of them just sit numbly. Taxxons and Hork-Bajir patrol outside the cages. Occasionally, one of the Hork-Bajir lashes out with a tail blade and rattles the cage. The humans shrink back, and the Y
As you watch, one of the Hork-Bajir opens a cage and leads out a woman. She struggles, and the Hork-Bajir casually holds a bladed wrist to her throat. You have no doubt he would slash her in a second. The Hork-Bajir leads her onto a pier. It goes out over a pool that looks as though it’s filled with moving sludge. He forces her head under the surface. When he jerks her head back up, you see a gray, slimy thing finish slithering inside her ear. The woman doesn’t struggle anymore. And then you see Tom again. His head is bent over the pool. The same slimy thing slides out of his ear. Immediately, he begins to scream. You can’t hear the words, but you can imagine. The Hork-Bajir puts a blade to his throat. It takes three of them to get him to a cage and throw him inside. You feel sick. Sick to your bones. You can’t fight this. You should turn around and go back up while you can. Wait to fight another day. Because it’s hopeless. You didn’t think it was possible. But you want to give up.
China massive fishing.
US engineers the 3 islands chains to encircle China in addition to choke point at Malacca.
China's move are to expand its footing in the Pacific to break the CHAIN & man-made military bases close to the choke point to response quickly to any blockage by US.
China does not want to be a sitting DUCK.
China is a great country, all that the sufferers in these exploited lands ask is that you don't abuse us in the manner of the West. Hopefully your extended hand is not patterned after that of the " Confessions of an Economic Hitman" illustrated by a true to life American operative. Let your efforts be truly one of winning hearts and minds.