Doomsday Mechs: Starting with a Manufacturing Army

An hour later.

Wang Cuiying chopped up furniture in her home into firewood, lit a small fire with a lighter, and started roasting meat.

Looking at the sizzling, oily grilled meat.

As he warmed himself by the fire, Sun Ziwei swallowed hard and looked at his grandmother with expectant eyes.

"Grandma, is it ready to eat?"

Wang Cuiying affectionately patted her grandson's round head and said with a smile.

"Okay, you can eat now."

As she spoke, she cut off a piece that was already fully cooked and gently handed it to her grandson.

"Uh-huh."

Weiwei ate heartily, his mouth and hands covered in grease.

"Grandma, the meat is so hard to chew!"

Listening to her grandson's grumbling, Wang Cuiying smiled comfortingly.

"It's okay, the meat is a little tough, just chew it a bit more."

"By the way, Grandma, where did Grandpa go?"

"Grandpa..."

Looking at the demobilized military uniform that had been used as kindling in the fire and had been burned to charcoal, Wang Cuiying's smile gradually disappeared, and she spoke softly and gently.

"He said he needed to feed Weiwei, so he left temporarily."

"Oh, I see. Grandpa is so kind."

"Weiwei will definitely take good care of his grandparents from now on."

Wang Cuiying was very pleased, "My grandson is such a good boy."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Director Wang, are you there?"

"Huh? It smells so good! Is it a barbecue?"

It was the voice of Brother Dong and his group.

"Milk…"

Wang Cuiying immediately tensed up, fearing that the other party would snatch the remaining food, and hurriedly covered her grandson's mouth to prevent him from making a sound.

"Aunt Wang? Are you there?"

Brother Dong's voice rang out.

"Aunt Wang?"

After calling out several times without receiving a response, Brother Dong had no choice but to leave a message.

"We need a power bank, whether it's charged or not. We'll trade two power banks for a pack of instant noodles. Do you want to trade?"

Instant noodles?

Wang Cuiying didn't believe it.

This group of people clearly wanted to trick me into opening the door so they could steal food from my precious grandson.

Seeing that there was still no response from inside, Brother Dong and his group had no choice but to leave.

"Brother Dong, why don't you break down the door?"

On the way out, the younger brother swallowed hard.

"That barbecue smells amazing, we haven't had it in ages."

"Are you an idiot?"

Brother Dong patted his underling on the head.

"Do you even know what time it is now? Do you think there'd be any barbecue available? If there were, wouldn't we have eaten already?"

"What's inside..."

He sneered, "Who knows what they're roasting inside? But I heard that some people in the neighborhood have been starving lately and will cook anything."

Upon hearing this, the underlings finally realized what was happening and couldn't help but shudder.

"That old woman and her whole family are weirdos. They're capable of doing something like this. Didn't they cheat us out of so much food? And they've finished it all so quickly?"

Who cares?

Brother Dong ignored him and urged him on.

"While some people's phones are dead and they don't know the news, let's split up and quickly collect power banks. Then we can go find Jiang Yi to exchange them for food and drinks."

"What if they don't give it to us?"

"Can't you just rob someone? Now you want to be a moral paragon?"

Although the community group chat is very active, it's actually just a few dozen accounts sending messages.

Most people's phones were already out of power, which gave people like Brother Dong an opportunity to start thinking of ways to get power banks.

……

Although Jiang Yi's building was severely entangled by mutated giant ivy, many people still came to exchange items due to the huge profits involved.

Jiang Yi had five R-type robots guard the door.

By continuously collecting power banks, he had collected more than a hundred in less than an afternoon.

Doorway.

"Brother, are you really not going to get rid of your ex-wife?"

Brother Dong was carrying a large bag of power banks, containing more than fifty of them. After the transaction, he looked at Jiang Yi and asked him a question.

"After all, she's your ex-wife; there's still some affection between you."

"I won't ask for much, just give me back the money I spent on her food for these past few days, and I'll bring her over to you, how about that?"

Brother Dong was still somewhat unwilling.

"What would I need those worn-out shoes for?"

Jiang Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Didn't she tell you that she slept with a black man and even had an imported black baby?"

"Damn it! They actually lied to me that they were adopted."

Brother Dong cursed, realizing that Xu Qingqing was completely useless to them.

"Take it."

Jiang Yi took the box of instant noodles and a dozen bottles of mineral water that Xu Wanqing was carrying and handed them to Brother Dong and his group, and then took the power bank.

Brother Dong took the instant noodles and bottled water, glanced at the living room inside, and couldn't help but swallow hard.

There is electricity, food, and water.

To be honest, he really wanted to just start snatching it.

However… he felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the several fresh corpses not far away in the corridor.

After all, if someone dares to exchange things so openly, it's hard to say they don't have some powerful means to back them up.

……

First floor.

A middle-aged man returned home carrying seven packs of instant noodles and three bottles of mineral water, excitedly preparing to feed his wife and children.

The door, which had been tightly closed, was now ajar, and faint sounds could be heard coming from inside.

He opened the door and took a look.

His eyes widened in horror as he saw his wife and children lying in a cold pool of blood.

The ground was covered in flowing blood.

His wife's eyes, fixed on the doorway, seemed to be meeting his own, conveying a sense of sorrow and regret that she died with her eyes wide open.

The sounds of rummaging through the kitchen clearly indicated that someone had broken in while he was away and killed his wife and children in an attempt to steal their belongings.

The middle-aged man roared, threw the food and water in his hand on the ground, and rushed inside.

"Fuck! I'm going to kill you!!"

However, after several days without food or water, how could they compare to those who survive by plundering and extorting every day?

Despite the opponent being only one person, they still easily achieved a counterattack.

A few minutes later.

The thief who broke into the house hurriedly left with the food and water the middle-aged man had exchanged for.

The middle-aged man, stabbed multiple times, struggled to crawl out of the kitchen. He paid no attention to the food and, bleeding profusely, made his way to his wife and children.

He forced himself to hold the two cold corpses, one large and one small, tightly in his arms, tears gradually blurring his vision.

Consciousness gradually faded away.

"Wife, son..."

The four short, fading words became his last words in this world.

Even so, he had no regrets as his consciousness plunged into complete darkness.

At least, at this time, the fact that they can still be together as a family is enough...

……

"That's enough, it's no longer needed."

Upstairs, Jiang Yi stopped what he was doing after collecting more than three hundred power banks.

He said calmly and coldly.

"This event has now come to an end."

"Why should I? I came all this way, do you know how dangerous it is out there?"

"Exactly, can't you be a little more lenient?"

"Please, our family is starving to death."

The people in line were dissatisfied and swarmed around them.

Some people may appear to be begging for mercy, but in reality, they are still coercing others.

They simply wanted to force him to compromise by having more people around him.

"Even if you don't replace it, at least let us charge our phones, or could we borrow your generator?"

"Yeah, we can borrow it, right? We'll give you the money if necessary."

Faced with these increasingly excessive demands.

Just as Jiang Yi was about to have the robots drive them away, a thin middle-aged man suddenly stood up, leading six people to block his way and angrily rebuke everyone.

"What are you trying to do? Are you trying to drive someone to suicide?"

He pulled out a switchblade and glared fiercely at the crowd.

"He's the one who said he wanted to change things, what business is it of ours? He should keep his word."

"Okay, come up here and tell me, and I'll show you what it means to keep your word."

The gaunt man turned the blade around, bent over slightly, and looked ready to fight to the death.

The crowd that had gathered looked at each other in bewilderment.

Although there were many of them, very few of them dared to risk their lives.

So everyone started begging for mercy again.

However, Jiang Yi still refused.

He understood that being a good person wasn't easy, and that he couldn't save everyone he tried to save.

The thin man also used force to threaten everyone to get lost.

A dozen minutes later, the crowd dispersed.

The thin man, who had been carrying a bag of power banks but hadn't managed to exchange them for food or drinking water, finally put away his knife, turned around, and smiled gently.

"Mr. Jiang, we'll be leaving now. If anyone causes you trouble in the future, just let us know. If we have the ability, we'll definitely help you deal with them."

"Who are you...?"

Seeing the group of people who were about to leave and had no other desires, Jiang Yi frowned slightly and called out to them, somewhat puzzled.

The gaunt man at the head of the group chuckled.

"We live in Unit 3 of Building 8, the same building you saw last night besides You Botao."