Handong: Sha Li wants political achievements? I'll shut down the entire province.

The drone dragged the thief away into the night sky, its propellers tearing out violent air currents.

The strong wind, carrying a strong smell of aviation kerosene, flowed through the huge underground ventilation shaft.

It sped along and crashed directly into the Lingxiao Heavy Industry Logistics Base, which is 100 meters underground in Handong.

"Boom!"

Dozens of massive turbine engines roared wildly, their deafening roars slamming against the titanium alloy walls.

The entire underground base was trembling, and the air was heated to nearly forty degrees Celsius.

The strong, pungent smell of heavy-duty engine oil mixed with the high-temperature ozone smell of welding sparks.

It felt as suffocating as a giant pressure cooker. Taking a breath felt like my lungs were filled with rusty iron filings.

Chu Yunfei, the logistics supervisor of the heavy industry, was wearing a tattered vest stained with black engine oil.

He stood imposingly before the massive cast iron main pipe, like a dark and menacing god.

His thick arms were covered with bulging veins, and large beads of sweat streamed down his muscles.

"The hydraulic rod of the No. 3 magnetic levitation valve is leaking oil again!"

Chu Yunfei kicked the iron frame next to him, causing wrenches and screws to fall to the ground.

He glared with bloodshot eyes and started cursing at the engineers under his command.

"I'll dismantle these retired military troop transport mechs and use them as logistics transit depots for you!"

"If you can't get into the same city within half an hour by noon today, I'll stuff you all into a pipe and beat you out like meat chops!"

The engineer was so frightened that his legs trembled violently, and cold sweat soaked through his work clothes.

He nodded repeatedly, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty, swallowing hard as he desperately tried to turn the valve.

In front of them.

The crisscrossing, spiderweb-like underground supersonic pneumatic pipelines have been fully completed.

Chu Yunfei used the most ruthless methods of a rough military man to forcibly build a logistics network for Handong.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Every three seconds, a silver-white metal capsule appears.

It was ejected from the mothership at a terrifying speed that broke the sound barrier.

The airflow violently rubbed against the walls of the cast iron pipe, producing a sharp and piercing hissing sound.

on the ground.

This is a resettlement community for ordinary people in Guangming District that has just been renovated.

Old Wang, who is over sixty years old, is sitting cross-legged on a sofa with a constant temperature of 24 degrees Celsius.

His calloused hands trembled as he tapped the "Lingxiao Life APP" on his wrist.

The old man's stomach was growling with hunger, and his shriveled stomach walls were slightly contracting and rubbing against each other.

A small stream of sour, bitter liquid gushed out, choking him and causing him to gag twice.

He quickly tapped the screen twice.

I ordered a bag of Lingxiao premium mutated rice, plus two alloy screws for fixing water pipes.

The system settled the bill, and I only spent one dollar and two cents in total.

The order was just placed.

Only twenty-five minutes had passed.

The silver alloy receiving compartment in the corner, which was connected to the sewer, suddenly lit up with a ring of green light.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

The hatch opened automatically under the drive of a hydraulic push rod, and a silver-white metal capsule was ejected.

Old Wang didn't even bother to put on his slippers.

Barefoot and flushed, he collapsed in front of the receiving compartment.

The muscles at the base of his thighs trembled with excitement, as taut as a fully drawn bowstring.

He pressed the unlock button, and with a "hiss," the capsule released a burst of decompression vapor.

The specially supplied mutated rice inside even carries the icy chill of an underground cold storage.

That domineering, pure grain aroma instantly filled the old man's nostrils.

Old Wang took a deep breath of the rice aroma, and his eyes instantly turned red.

He turned his head and glanced at the provincial news channel playing on the holographic television on the wall.

News footage showed a large supermarket in neighboring Jiangnan province being smashed to pieces by starving people.

For the half of the rotten cabbages that rolled out from under the shelf, covered in green mold.

A dozen or so people from other provinces, their eyes bloodshot from exhaustion, wrestled together like starving wild dogs.

A gaunt middle-aged man was kicked and knocked over on the muddy and broken glass-covered floor tiles.

The ribs struck the ground with a sharp, teeth-grinding "crack."

He was in so much pain that his whole body was shaking violently, and his upper and lower teeth were chattering wildly, making a "clucking" sound.

The man was so hungry that his stomach was churning with acid reflux, and he opened his mouth wide.

With a "vomiting" sound, a pool of yellowish-green bile was vomited out.

Even when he was in so much pain he was about to die, he still clutched that half-rotten leaf tightly in his hand.

The nail crevices of all ten fingers were scratched by the floor tiles, bleeding dark red streaks, yet they refused to let go, even in the face of death.

In Handong.

For poor people like Old Wang, it only takes one yuan and two mao.

They enjoyed the airdrop treatment that even emperors of the old era could not enjoy.

The contrast, like a sledgehammer, instantly pierced Old Wang's heart.

He was trembling all over, and his knees buckled.

With a "thump," he knelt firmly on the cold floor tiles.

He banged his forehead against the ground repeatedly, staring at the indifferent holographic portrait of Yan Qingfeng on the wall.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Even if he bumped his forehead and bled, he didn't feel any pain.

"Lord Yan is a living bodhisattva! Lord Yan has left a way for us poor people to survive!"

Old Wang cried out in a hoarse voice, his face covered in tears and snot.

This fanatical faith, nurtured by welfare, has taken root in the very pores of every member of the lower classes in Handong in a completely morbid way.

The scene then plunges once again into a heavy industrial logistics base 100 meters underground.

Chu Yunfei's rough, large hands slammed hard on the cold, cast iron main pipe.

"Buzz—"

The low-frequency hum of metal vibrations spread along the massive pipe, making his palms tingle.

He pulled out a crumpled, cheap cigarette from his pocket.

He rubbed the lighter with his thumb, which was covered in black grease, and with a "click," a flame shot up.

Chu Yunfei took a deep breath, the pungent smell of the cheap tobacco filling his lungs, making him squint comfortably.

The elevator behind made a dry, grinding sound.

Security Minister Zhou Yuan, wearing military boots, slowly walked out.

"Crazy Chu, you've made quite a commotion with that lousy pipe you've been using."

Zhou Yuan's rough voice sounded particularly jarring amidst the roar of the turbine.

He patted Chu Yunfei's sweaty shoulder, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty excitement.

"Just now, Master Yan spoke up on the top floor."

Zhou Yuan lowered his voice, "They say the water in our Handong pool is already overflowing. It's pointless to just eat our own people."

Chu Yunfei exhaled a thick, pungent cloud of white smoke, which swirled and twisted under the spotlight.

He grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, his eyes flashing with the ferocity of a hungry wolf.

His gaze was fixed on the massive main pipeline that stretched straight to the edge of the Jiangnan province border.

The muscles on the surface of his thigh twitched twice with excitement.

The fighting spirit in his blood instantly boiled.

"Minister Zhou, please go back and give a message to Master Yan."

Chu Yunfei slammed his hand on the cast iron pipe again, his rough voice deafening.

"Take our Handong's blood vessels, for example, they're all completely unblocked. All we need is for Master Yan to nod his head..."

Chu Yunfei paused, his tone revealing a cruel desire to drain a living person dry.

"These tubes of mine can be inserted directly into the necks of people from other provinces first thing tomorrow morning and drain every last drop of their blood!"