I'm the Demon King in Marvel

Chapter 367 Hawaiian Soldier

After being blocked for days, Hawaii's streets fell into an eerie calm.

The residents who had previously been venting their fear crazily had all their energy consumed by hunger. Now they just want to find as much food as possible. How could they have the extra energy to march, demonstrate, smash, loot and burn?
The ships and yachts in the port are all controlled by the rich and powerful. They gather processing equipment and raw materials to create fishing nets and fish in the near sea around the clock.

As they realized that the air quality in the blocked area was deteriorating, and naturally understood the importance of oxygen, the "Hawaii Provisional Council" strictly prohibited everyone from salvaging marine algae. A joint law enforcement team was present at the port every day, and if anyone was found breaking the rules, their catch and salvaging tools would be confiscated.

From this perspective, do you feel that order has been restored in Hawaii?
But do you think that those who can own ships and yachts are ordinary civilians?

Will these upper-class "elite eagles" distribute the precious food they salvage to the large number of civilians?
If they didn't need someone to do the hard labor, they wouldn't even be willing to distribute food to their lackeys!

If only 30,000 people share the supplies that are enough to feed three million people in Hawaii for a month, the food can be consumed for a hundred years without spoiling. What if only 3,000 people share it?

As long as the needs of the Pacific Fleet, a powerful and violent group, are met, wouldn't the remaining amount be enough to sustain the survival of some of the upper class?
After deducting the daily consumption of the Pacific Fleet, the remaining supplies were only enough for the upper class and the powerful to barely survive. Those with less wealth and fame were not even worthy of rations.

Now, Hawaii's top leaders have reached a consensus: ignore the huge number of civilians and let them fend for themselves.

Most of the food and water in the archipelago was controlled by the Pacific Fleet, a small portion was in the hands of rich and powerful people, and a very small portion was snatched by civilians who were quick to seize the opportunity that day. It was snatched back and forth in the next few days and changed hands several times.

No one cared how many people died on the island.

Most people even think that more deaths are better. The more people die, the less food and water will be consumed, allowing the survivors to survive longer.

The most stylish group in Hawaii these days are undoubtedly all the officers and soldiers of the Pacific Fleet, especially the ordinary privates, who even achieved a temporary "class leap".

Because of concerns about mutiny among soldiers, the top brass of the Pacific Fleet had to supply large amounts of food and water every day to maintain the survival of all the soldiers.

In fact, the top brass of the Pacific Fleet are eager to reduce the number of soldiers who consume precious supplies every day, but they dare not take action!

Now the soldiers also know that the weapons in their hands are the guarantee of survival and can help them deal with enemies from all sides.

Fearing that the soldiers would rebel against their superiors, the top brass of the Pacific Fleet had no choice but to grit their teeth and maintain the huge consumption.

This resulted in the soldiers, who were provided with food and water rations three times a day, becoming the most prestigious group of people in the blockade area.

A small piece of bread and a sip of milk can make the male and female stars who were once only seen on the screen kneel down to serve them attentively and enjoy the treatment like emperors on earth.

"Hey, Cook, I played with two more female celebrities today, they are so hot!"

A soldier with unsteady steps walked to the side of the ship and showed off proudly to his colleagues.

"Be restrained, kid. Food and water will become less and less in the future. Storing food and maintaining physical strength can help you live longer." Cook glanced at him calmly.

"Tsk!" Private Tam sneered. "What good will living a few more days do? Aren't we still stuck here waiting to die? We might as well take this opportunity to enjoy ourselves a little more!"

"If we can escape, do you think such a great thing will happen to us?"

The officers and soldiers of the Pacific Fleet in the blockade zone have two completely different attitudes. One is to strive for survival and try every means to escape, and the other is to muddle through and seize the precious opportunity to enjoy it.

This may be their only chance in life to enjoy upper-class treatment.

While the two were talking, a figure flashed across the sky in the distance. It was Iron Man, Tony Stark from the main universe, who used the "time and space machine" to enter the Hawaii blockade zone.

"That's..." Cook's pupils shrank in astonishment. "A steel armor, haven't I seen it before?" Tam said nonchalantly, "The higher-ups have told us not to mess with Tony Stark's villa by the sea, there are multiple steel armors there."

When the Pacific Fleet collected daily necessities from the Hawaiian Islands, it was bound to come into conflict with the islanders. The "Provisional Parliament" also invited Pepper Potts, but he refused.

Everyone knows that there must be a lot of daily necessities hidden in the beach villa, but there are ten steel armors guarding it, so even if the Pacific Fleet attacks with all its strength, it may not be able to gain any benefits.

No one would be so stupid as to risk their life for some daily necessities when the current situation can still be sustained.

If supplies are further consumed to the point where they are difficult to maintain, someone will definitely take risks.

"No!" Cook shook his head and said decisively: "The armor in the beach villa has never left the villa, and the model is different from this one..."

"It..." Cook's pupils suddenly lit up: "It came from outside! It broke through the seal..."

With a "pop", severe pain came from the lower back.

Cook turned around in disbelief, only to see Tam, who had always regarded him as his elder brother and senior, growling at him with a ferocious expression: "I don't want such a good life to end soon!"

"Those female stars, those rich men's women... I haven't had enough of them yet!"

He quickly pulled out his military dagger and pushed it over the side of the ship with force.

Watching the body sink into the sea and being pushed away by the waves, Tam threw the dagger out with force.

After a while, Cook's body was found somewhere else and it became unclear.

People are dying on the island all the time and conflicts are happening every moment.

The most important thing is that the higher-ups don’t care at all.

It's more like the higher-ups are expecting the soldiers to cause chaos on their own, saving them the trouble of doing it themselves.

Haven’t you noticed that all the surveillance cameras on the ship have been turned off on the grounds of “saving electricity”?

As for the radar which consumes more energy, it has been shut down long ago.

At present, apart from a few steel armors in the beach villa on the island, who else has the strength to attack the Pacific Fleet headquarters?

The bigwigs of the fleet all lived in heavily guarded camps on the island, protected by their own "house sons".

All these behaviors convey the signal of "encouraging internal strife" downwards.

Because one less person means less food and water consumption.

After killing the people, Tam looked at the steel armor flying away in the air, revealing a hint of sneer: "Even if it came from outside, how many people can it take away?"

"It's my turn?"

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