Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 802: Opening a Can
Tony Stark didn't spend much time on the stupid and rough Iron Monger, let alone polishing it carefully, because he knew very well that this thing could only play a role against primitive demons at most. Facing the mysterious army.
Not to mention the artillery fire that directly vaporizes matter, the support firepower used by a single soldier alone is not something that Iron Overlord can withstand.

This is not a matter of simply increasing the thickness of the armor, and as a bipedal mecha, the armor is inherently limited in that it cannot be stacked infinitely. Therefore, Tony Stark's main focus is currently on designing a more powerful missile. In his opinion, this is the weapon to exchange for peace.

The three tactical mushrooms left a permanent sore on New York, and the far-reaching impact would last for decades or even longer, leaving Tony Stark with lingering fears. Therefore, he wanted to design a powerful missile that could replace the tactical mushrooms, a missile that could change the situation of the battle with just one shot, a missile that would make any enemy think twice before seeing it.

Not many people know about his idea at the moment because he plans to give everyone a surprise.

Obviously, the gears of Iron Man's destiny have begun to turn, and fate has already marked a price for him in advance, but he doesn't know it yet. Only by experiencing it personally will he remember it forever.

Tony Stark is still too naive now. He thinks that powerful weapons can solve all problems. However, he does not know that what most people need is not weapons, but food, water, work, and home.

The authorities are no longer willing to spend money to help the victims. Even providing only bread and water is a considerable expense. This part of the expenditure is additional, so it needs to be transferred from other places. This is equivalent to moving other people's cheese, which naturally causes more and more controversy.

The congressmen were running out of shoe leather, and the patience of millions of refugees was reaching its limit, so they simply relaxed the restrictions and allowed these people to return to New York.

This is naturally related to the operation of capital. As an international metropolis, New York has its own money-making aura. Every day of shutdown causes losses in the billions, so it must be put into action. Whether it is a factory or a dock, enough manpower is needed to operate it and continue to bring in a steady stream of money for capital.

As for the safety of these people, they don't care and it's not important, at least not to them.

Even if these people know that New York is not suitable for survival now, they have to go back because that is where they have everything except their meager savings.

They also know very well what losing everything means in America. It means their lives will become hell and their lives will enter a countdown. This is the fate of bankrupt and defaulters in America.

The actual situation was much worse than they had imagined, as many banks and companies took the opportunity to declare bankruptcy in order to get rid of bad debts and defaults.

Entry to New York was not allowed before, so these poor guys had no chance to withdraw their savings, let alone ask the company for compensation, so their home in New York became their only hope.

It’s okay for those who have a home. Even if it has been robbed, at least they don’t have to sleep on the street with their buttocks covered. It’s miserable for those who live in Manhattan, because it has become a restricted area. There is radiation everywhere. Any living thing there will either die or mutate.

And even if they were allowed in, they wouldn't be able to find their homes mixed in with the ruins, which meant they had nothing left.

Although the government is recruiting workers to build the isolation wall and quarantine zone, the number of people that can be hired is limited, and they mainly hire strong adult males because they are the biggest destabilizing factor. As for the others, they can only wish for themselves.

But there were hundreds of thousands of people who had lost everything, and they couldn't just be left to die, so the workers, who couldn't bear it, took their tools and quietly made holes in the newly repaired isolation wall.

"Hurry up, you must come back before dawn, otherwise we will seal the cave entrance." The fierce-looking worker said rudely to a group of tightly wrapped people in front of him.

These people wore masks and gloves, and covered their bodies with as many clothes as possible, not daring to show any gaps even if they were sweating profusely. They nodded, then crawled into the narrow hole, and quickly dispersed to search for valuable things in the ruins. No one was a fool. They ventured into the contaminated area not to eat or drink. Besides, what was there? Nuka-Cola, Green Glow Beef, or Radiation Burgers.

US dollars, gold, and jewelry are their targets.

The entire Manhattan district is right there. No one can tell exactly how much wealth is buried there, but a simple calculation will reveal that it is a number in the billions.

Under the temptation of huge profits, even though they know there are dangers, there is still a steady stream of people drilling through dog holes and entering the contaminated areas to search for valuables, just like their ancestors who went to America to pan for gold, and the workers guarding the dog holes also unceremoniously extort money from them.

With such a big commotion, it’s impossible for the construction site’s management to not know about it, but they are paid so much that they have no chance of making this matter public.

So every night there would be people wrapped tightly up sneaking into the contaminated area through holes in the wall, looking for treasures in the ruins. There were many examples of people getting rich overnight, and this naturally attracted more and more people to join in, forming gangs of all sizes, and soon formed an industrial chain, a dark industrial chain.

Gang No. 9 is made up of ten workers living in dormitory No. 9, which was converted from container No. 9. They were also the earliest hole diggers, so they developed rapidly and soon gathered a group of workers who could dig ten holes a night and repair them perfectly before starting work at dawn.

However, they were smart and did not succumb to the temptation and become gold diggers in the ruins like other workers. Eventually, they were forced to live in an isolation area due to their deteriorating health. They were not greedy and just carried steel pipes to collect tolls.

A roll of US dollars or a gold ring can be used as toll, but a box of canned food is definitely not acceptable.

"Beat him for me!" said the bald, bearded leader of the Number 9 gang with a tattoo of the number nine on his forehead viciously.

The two burly workers did not hesitate and started fighting with each other, but it was more of a show of force.

They are just trying to scare people, and their main purpose is to make the other party pay. But if they refuse to pay, don't blame them for being rude. After all, if they don't take any action, who will pay the toll obediently in the future.

"I swear, this is definitely not an ordinary can, it's very valuable!" The rubble scavenger who was held up with his toes not even touching the ground was an old man who looked to be in his fifties. He was wearing a homemade protective mask, and his anxious voice changed tone at this time.

"If you lie, I swear I will stuff this thing into your anus!" said the leader of Gang No. 9 viciously, and then asked his subordinates to get the tools.

Broken can openers, axes and electric saws were scattered on the ground. At this moment, the circular saw used to cut steel bars on the construction site sprayed out one-meter-long sparks, but only left shallow marks on the cans.

Even though his IQ was not high, the leader of Gang No. 9 knew that he had picked up a treasure this time, so he generously let go of the old man who could hardly hold the gold bar in his anus.

It took a day and a lot of wasted circular saws to finally open the can.

(End of this chapter)