Doomsday Mechs: Starting with a Manufacturing Army

Liu Fen was truly unwilling to accept this.

But now, it's no longer a question of whether she's willing to accept it or not.

The troops below, and the officials.

If someone is found to be hoarding supplies, what will happen then?

Without a doubt, he would be executed.

Even though the robot kept knocking on the door, she never responded.

I'm just afraid those robots will come in and film these things.

Bang bang bang!

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Liu Fen, right? Come out here right now, we need to talk to you."

A sound came from outside.

The knocking on the door was like a death knell striking Liu Fen's heart.

A chill ran down her spine, and she trembled so much that even her teeth chattered.

"Open the door! Open the door now!"

The sounds from outside continued to rise.

Liu Fen was at her wit's end when suddenly, a brilliant idea struck her.

It seems like he's thought of something.

His gaze slowly shifted to the bedroom where his nephew lived.

"Nephew, I'm sorry."

Liu Fen gritted her teeth and said it.

Then she looked out onto the balcony, where a thick layer of snow had accumulated.

……

At the foot of each building in the residential area.

At this time, the army was continuously distributing supplies.

Although most of them are dry rations such as compressed biscuits, or some individual rations that are easy to preserve.

But for residents who have long suffered from food insecurity, this is the best food in the world.

"Cough cough cough!"

"Eat slowly, eat slowly, don't choke."

"Hey bro, I'm still hungry, could you give me a little more?"

"Sorry, we're only distributing a limited amount of supplies in the first batch. The rescue teams will continue to distribute them later."

The soldier smiled, but still handed over an extra biscuit.

"Let's wait and see."

"Now that we're here, we will never abandon anyone."

At that moment, a foreigner suddenly rushed out from the back of the crowd.

"Give me something to eat, I'm hungry."

The foreigner spoke in a broken accent.

"Hurry up, or I'll sue the embassy."

"Excuse me, please wait in line."

The soldier frowned slightly, but his tone remained calm.

"Take your time, one at a time, please don't cut in line."

"Give it to me now!"

The blond, blue-eyed foreigner slammed his hand on the table.

He spoke with a stuttering accent.

"I enjoy diplomatic immunity. If I starve to death, you will all go to jail!"

Upon hearing this...

Some whispers inevitably arose among the crowd.

"Oh no, what do we do now?"

"I never imagined that even in the apocalypse, foreigners would still be so arrogant."

"Ugh."

Some people were displeased by the whispers of these people, and one of them immediately rebuked them.

"Are you all idiots? If a foreigner causes trouble, we'll attack!"

"Diplomatic immunity applies to all diplomats of all countries, and it is only granted to certain minor offenses under the law."

"You bunch of spineless cowards."

After saying that, the man rushed forward and swung his fist at the foreigner's face.

"Ouch!"

"You bunch of sick men of East Asia, I'm going to sue you!"

"I'll sue your mother!"

As he spoke, the burly man delivered another elbow strike.

Although he hadn't eaten his fill for many days, his tall stature still gave him considerable strength.

The foreigner was knocked to the ground by a computer, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"ah!!!"

At that moment, a scream rang out.

"What are you doing? He's a Moor! He has diplomatic immunity, you know?"

A dark-skinned, thin young woman rushed out and arrogantly accused him.

"Do you know who he is? He's Prince Moore!"

"Prince Mole? I'm talking about Mole Manor!"

The burly man laughed in anger, then slapped the woman again, knocking her to the ground as well.

Those who were unhappy with the two on the sidelines abandoned their queue and rushed forward to give them a beating.

The soldiers distributing supplies pretended not to see it.

He continued distributing supplies without a care in the world.

This left those who had expected foreigners to gain the upper hand completely astonished.

What's going on? Haven't we always been considered inferior?

Are these people really that brave?

What if this Moor comes looking for trouble again after the apocalypse is over?

Although these ideas exist, they are held by a small minority.

But the officer in charge of distributing the supplies, who was standing on the sidelines watching, couldn't help but shake his head.

"A weak nation has no diplomacy. If it's like that when it's weak, and it's like that when it's strong, then what's the point of our strength?"

He sighed.

But there's nothing we can do about it.

It's always the outsider who knows the best scriptures.

This is true not only in the sweltering summer, but also in Europe.

Those so-called refugees, who commit all sorts of rape and abduction, are not only not imprisoned due to various "saintly" laws, but are also given emotional support.

The reasons that cause these problems in many cases.

Most of them are spineless and have an overabundance of cheap tricks.

The frustration stemming from one's own cowardice leads to hatred that is attributed to others.

"ah!!!!"

Just then, a scream suddenly came from a building across the street, echoing throughout the entire neighborhood.

upstairs.

At this point, the living room door had already been broken into.

In the middle of the living room.

The corpse of a teenage zombie lay quietly in the middle.

Blood was everywhere.

There was a large, bloody hole in his head.

Liu Fen ran out of the bedroom and knelt down to one side with a pained expression on her face.

"My nephew!"

She cried, her voice choked with sobs.

The pain of losing her loved one seemed to have completely broken her down emotionally.

However, she felt a surge of excitement at the success of her plan.

That was Liu Fen's plan.

She portrayed herself as a victim, trapped in her bedroom.

Although they had the intention to distribute supplies.

However, the supplies were kept in the living room, where her nephew, who had turned into a zombie, was always wandering around.

However, he cried.

The security guards, however, gave them expressions as if they were looking at someone with a mental disability.

"If, as you say, you were trapped in the bedroom by your nephew, then what have you been eating and drinking all this time?"

These words stunned Liu Fen instantly, a barely perceptible flicker of panic appearing in her eyes.

"That's because I would sometimes muster up the courage to go out and get something to eat when he wasn't looking."

"Really?"

A squad leader from the security department raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Then why is your nephew's mutated corpse so fresh? It's as if it just mutated; there's not a single sign of decay on its body?"

"I, I..."

Liu Fen, the director of the neighborhood committee, stammered, her poor acting skills unable to hide her panic.

"take away!"

The security team leader coldly rebuked him.

"I really want to shoot this scourge of a man dead."

A moral bottom line is a shackle.

Although he cannot be seen or touched, he exists in everyone's heart.

The security personnel all held the person who caused so many deaths and tragedies through his personal actions in utter contempt.

If it weren't for General Manager Jiang's orders, Liu Fen might already be dead.