In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

"What did Old Qian say?"

Su Ran frowned slightly and tapped the table gently.

"Director Qian said that even if all the machine tools that can be operated are running non-stop right now."

The workers work in three shifts, ensuring the machines never stop running even when people are resting.

Mo Yun took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked directly at Su Ran.

"But we can't keep up with the demand for raw materials! Special steel, crystal nucleus guide tubes, wear parts for high-precision machine tools... we're all in dire need!"

"Brother Su, Director Qian asked me to relay your exact words."

If we can't come up with a solution, and continue messing around like this, we'll only last two months at most!

The remaining weapons stockpiles will be completely depleted, leading to a total supply shortage!

Su Ran was silent for two seconds before speaking in a deep voice.

"I'll handle this."

"What should we do?"

Mo Yun was taken aback, his brows furrowing.

"Our production capacity is almost at its limit, and at the same time, we don't even have rice to cook."

"If there's no rice at home, we'll go outside and get some."

Su Ran looked up and fiddled with the global map with her fingers.

"The world is so big. In the early stages, we were just using readily available strategic reserves, like picking watermelons directly."

But now, I'm bringing back sesame seeds too!

As he said this, a glint flashed in his eyes again.

"Furthermore, it's not impossible to rebuild production lines directly overseas and resume operations on the spot, such as the Somme military industrial city in France and the Ruhr industrial region in Prussia."

He thought for a moment, then grabbed the military overcoat from the back of the chair.

"Old Mo, I'm leaving this to you!"

I'll go find Lao Qian and Lao Li to discuss it.

……

Europa region, ruins of Paris.

Outside the No. 03 outpost supply base established by Daxia.

Martin, wrapped in a stiff old military overcoat, mingled in the middle of the column.

He hunched his neck, his peripheral vision quickly surveying the surrounding defensive fortifications.

"Next!"

French with a Bactrian accent blared from the loudspeaker.

Martin stepped forward and stood in front of a silver-gray scanning cabin.

Blue light swept down from top to bottom.

"Body temperature 35.8 degrees Celsius, no infectious disease detected, no fluctuations in arousal energy," a mechanical voice announced.

Behind the registration desk, a Da Xia sergeant took out a form.

"Name. Occupation before the disaster."

"Martin. Before the cataclysm, he was an infantryman in the 4th Regiment of the French Foreign Legion."

Martin answered in fluent English, his legs naturally together and his back straight.

He demonstrated the tactical skills of a veteran in just the right way, neither overly flamboyant nor cowardly.

"Give it a try."

The sergeant raised his eyebrows and pointed to the shooting test target on the side.

"Five bullets, one miss and you're done for."

Martin walked to the firing position and picked up a training rifle loaded with crystal cores.

He took a deep breath, deliberately slowed down his aiming motion, and suppressed the instinctive urges from his muscle memory.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

Five shots fired in quick succession.

Three nine-ring rings, two eight-ring rings.

Excellent level of ordinary soldier.

The sergeant glanced at the scoreboard and stamped the form with a red seal.

"Good foundation. Old Zhao, take him to get his equipment. Tier 2 standard."

Old Zhao, a soldier from the Great Xia Army in charge of distributing equipment, walked over and slammed a heavy black crate at Martin's feet.

The box latch popped open.

Inside lay a brand-new Tier 2 Crystal Core Rifle, its surface gleaming with a cold metallic sheen. Beside it were three high-explosive fragmentation grenades and a set of individual tactical vests.

So... it was sent directly?

Martin's pupils contracted.

How much weaponry did the Great Xia actually stockpile?

These weapons were distributed to civilians like cabbages!

"What are you staring at? Listen to the rules."

Old Zhao kicked the box, unsurprised by his naive and unsophisticated demeanor.

"The guns and equipment aren't free; consider them a loan from Great Xia."

Your Hunt Points account has been activated.

"Within three months, hand over ten second-tier mutated beast cores, and this gun will be truly yours."

He met Martin's gaze with a grin, his tone revealing a fierce and ruthless nature.

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you die."

The Great Xia Society will send people to collect the body, and while they're at it... collect the guns too.