Doomsday Mechs: Starting with a Manufacturing Army

"Grow, keep growing."

Jiang Yi kept urging him on, his words becoming increasingly enthusiastic.

Looking at my hair that keeps getting longer.

He tried pulling out a few strands and found that even though the hair follicle was pulled out along with the hair, hair could still grow back in the original spot.

Faced with such a good opportunity, Jiang Yi naturally did not hesitate at all.

When it reached a length of about two or three meters, it was pulled up continuously, like weeds.

"Ouch! It hurts!! Ouch!!"

The painful cries of the Taiwanese echoed inside the laboratory.

The others, who were tied to the makeshift bed frame, were terrified. Some of them were from Fuji, and some were from Taiwan.

However, due to their long-term missions in the sweltering summer, they all speak some Chinese.

He could naturally understand what had just happened.

Seeing their companions being treated so cruelly, everyone broke out in a cold sweat, their hearts pounding as if they were about to burst out of their chests.

After half an hour.

Jiang Yi had already collected about five kilograms of hair.

These three-meter-long black hairs, though extremely soft to the touch, are an incredibly tough weaving material.

"That's really good."

Jiang Yi stroked the three-meter-long hairs and put them aside.

Turning his head, he looked at the Taiwanese man lying on the makeshift bed, barely alive, his body covered in large patches of decay.

After examining it, he came to a conclusion.

If this person continues like this, he will probably mutate into a zombie.

Without the slightest hesitation.

He immediately lifted the skull he had just opened.

Jiang Yi saw that a new parasite had grown on the brain that had been previously parasitized.

Compared to the original superhuman, this parasite appears somewhat dull in color.

He held a scalpel in his right hand and a utensil in his left.

They cut the lump of flesh off again.

"ah!!!!!"

The Taiwanese man, who had just been weakened by the intense exertion of his physical strength, felt the intense pain in his brain and screamed hysterically in agony once again.

The voice was mournful and desperate.

If there is a place in the world called hell, it is definitely not the poisonous snow flying everywhere, nor the endless hordes of corpses.

Instead, it's this small laboratory.

As is customary.

Someone should interrogate them, using all sorts of coercion and inducement to extract information, and then lock them up.

But this man was different.

Instead of asking you anything, they directly perform brain surgery on you.

They don't care whether you live or die.

A few minutes later.

Jiang Yi successfully removed the parasite that was clinging to his brain.

But at the same time, this person from Taiwan also completely lost his livelihood.

"I'll tell you everything."

Just as Jiang Yi placed the vessel on the table beside him, one of the Fuji men, who was tied to the bed frame, completely broke down and spoke in heavily accented Chinese.

"Please, please let me go! I have a family, I can't die here, please, let me go, I'm a law-abiding citizen."

"Those who understand the times are wise."

Jiang Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.

He would naturally not refuse if someone took the initiative to talk about something.

It wouldn't be bad to extract some useful value from these people before they die.

He rummaged through the toolbox beside him, took out a voice recorder, and turned it on.

"Tell me, what do you know?"

"We've come to the sweltering summer..."

However, before the man from Fuji could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a very irritating male voice from the side.

"Yamamoto-kun! Have you lost all your Bushido spirit?!"

The man with the accent on the motorcycle spoke with a tone full of anger.

"Have you forgotten your beliefs? Have you forgotten your country? Are you going to betray your people?"

The motorcycle-riding man rebuked them with righteous indignation.

However, the man from Fuji was not happy about it.

"Who the hell isn't afraid of death?" he yelled, turning to the motorcyclist.

"Baka! I, a Fuji native, haven't said anything, so what are you, a person from the hot summer island of Taiwan, saying?"

"If you stop me again, you're dead!"

Hearing this, the motorcyclist was incredulous, his heart sinking.

"Yamamoto, how could you say that about me?"

"I've been a Fuji citizen for a long time, I'm a Fuji person now, how can you say that to me?"

"Get lost! We Fuji people also have a homeland. Who do you think you are? You dare to call yourself a Fuji person?"

After saying this, the Fuji man turned around obsequiously, crying and begging for forgiveness.

"Sir, we at Fuji have always respected a principle regarding the heat of summer. Please, have mercy on me."

"Explain things clearly first."

Jiang Yi said calmly, holding the recording pen.

"I'll talk, I'll talk."

Fuji nodded vigorously, then began to explain.

original.

This operation was planned in advance and was specifically targeted at us.

Jiang Yi's dark eyes flickered slightly.

It seems someone is watching him.

In the confession that followed.

We can basically summarize the situation.

That is, Fuji and Taiwan, together with the United States, have begun a final frenzy of harvesting from various countries around the world.

They wanted to concentrate all their power in the United States before the apocalypse caused the complete collapse of human society.

To create an Eden that is different from the apocalyptic natural disasters.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yi couldn't help but scoff.

"Eden? That's quite a bold idea."

"Does the US, the 'beacon of democracy,' even consider its own capabilities before dreaming of building an Eden?"

Information flows very freely online.

After the apocalyptic natural disaster.

The United States quickly concluded that human society would collapse sooner or later, and therefore has been constantly gathering all valuable resources and talents, trying to bring them to the United States.

Even for a large number of people in the beacon country itself.

They simply dealt with it for a while and then just let it go.

To let things live or die on their own is called freedom.

However, this is different in socialist countries like those in Yanxia.

Thanks to its large grassroots workforce and tight organizational structure, its strong mobilization capabilities have made it one of the few countries that have suffered the least damage since the apocalyptic disaster.

"Does this country, the 'beacon of light,' even deserve to be called a beacon?"

After receiving the information, Jiang Yi put the recording pen in his pocket and then stabbed the Fuji man in the head.

They performed brain surgery on the spot.

"ah!!!"

The sounds of pain echoed throughout the laboratory.

"Baka! Baka!!"

"This is mistreatment of prisoners of war! This is a violation of international law in your country!"

"You dare to mention mistreating prisoners?"

Jiang Yi raised the corners of his mouth, a cold glint flashing in his dark eyes, and his movements became even more ruthless.

The violent movement caused the man from Fuji to fall into a coma in less than half a minute.

Jiang Yi slowly opened the skull with his left hand.

At the same time, the scalpel in his right hand plunged into the other person's shoulder.

The intense pain woke him up again.

"Oh, oh, oh!"