Doomsday Mechs: Starting with a Manufacturing Army

"No, no, help!"

"I know I was wrong. I'll never be a traitor again. Please, please forgive me!"

"I'm not a Lighthouse resident, I'm an Indian. We're all of the same race, we're all Asian!"

"..."

"Back in the Qin Dynasty, Xu Fu sailed east. I am actually a descendant of Xu Fu, a descendant of the Yellow Emperor and the Yan Emperor. We cannot kill our own brothers! Waaaaah!"

"Wow, he's a half-brother."

"I'm here this time to apologize for the invasion back then, but I was dragged into it by the people of the 'beacon of light' and made a mistake!"

Inside the laboratory.

People from Taiwan, people from Fuji, and people from the United States.

Faced with death, they almost desperately try to lie through their teeth.

Almost all three parties involved were trying to find ways to establish kinship and build connections.

However, Jiang Yi remained indifferent.

He felt neither pity nor pleasure for these people.

For him.

Even if these people die here, no one will bother them.

They were simply experimental materials.

Human dissection, parasitism, and all sorts of cruel and bloody experiments.

For Jiang Yi, it was nothing more than a process of cell and tissue fusion and separation.

"Let's put the armor-making stuff aside for now; it's time to look at something else."

Jiang Yi looked at two of the foreigners.

The foreigner on the left at that time was shown with his entire body transformed into countless bees.

The foreigner on the right is making a ball of lightning with his hand.

After thinking for a moment, he walked toward the foreigner on his left.

They heard footsteps approaching.

The foreigner, whose superpower was to transform into countless bees, was in a panic. His once unbreakable will had crumbled amidst the countless bloody scenes.

"Oh no!"

"Fuck you! I want to go home!"

"You are a devil! A devil!!"

He cried out in despair, yet clung to his last glimmer of hope and prayed.

"Oh God, please help me!"

"Andrewwick, right?"

Jiang Yi looked at the nameplate on the bed frame, said something in fluent English, and took a scalpel from the box.

"Your superpower is very interesting. Why don't you tell me what other skills you have, and to what extent they can be used to your advantage? Maybe I can let you go."

"You liar!"

Andrewwick broke down in tears; he simply couldn't believe it.

This person, like a devil, dissected so many people into countless pieces without batting an eye.

They will release him as experimental material.

"I will not betray my Motherland!"

"All right."

Jiang Yi raised an eyebrow. "I admire your courage."

After saying that...

He raised his hand, and the scalpel in his hand gleamed coldly under the light.

Then he swung it downwards with a sudden motion.

puff!

The sharp blade seeped into his flesh, triggering Andrevic's pain receptors.

"ah!!!"

Then, swipe to the side.

A gash appeared instantly.

Seeing that he was about to be dissected, and despite the fact that the other party's words were completely unreliable, Andreevik finally succumbed to intense fear.

"I say!"

In the face of despair and grief, a person's will ultimately be unable to suppress the most primal instincts of fear and the will to survive.

OK.

Jiang Yi slightly raised the corners of her mouth and took back the scalpel.

However, the wound was not stitched up immediately.

His cut just now only grazed the surface of the skin.

It's just a little bleeding and minor injury, and the laboratory's disinfection work is very good, so there won't be any major problems.

then.

Andreevic then began to speak slowly.

His special ability is to split himself into countless life forms.

Of course, the exact number of splits depends on the level of the superpower.

At the very beginning.

Andrewwick can only split himself into two life forms, each life form being half the size of his original self.

Later, it gradually became four, eight, and sixteen.

No matter how it splits, the overall quality remains unchanged.

Later on...

The resulting life forms can then transform into things they have seen before.

It just requires learning.

And Andrewwick, at this stage of division, chose the existence of the bee.

The bee species he chose was a highly venomous one.

If an ordinary person is stabbed, they will die within three minutes due to the neurotoxin.

Moreover, its small size makes it difficult to detect and even less likely to be shot at.

On Andrew's head was a destructive device.

If he makes any unusual movement, the syringes and C4 explosives in the device will explode.

This is why Andrew Vick was simply tied to the portable bed frame, but dared not make any unusual movements.

"It seems to be a very useful superpower."

Jiang Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.

Then he picked up the scalpel again and sat down behind Andrew's head.

"No, God, please no! What are you doing!"

"You liar!"

"Don't worry, I'm just retrieving something; I won't let you die."

Jiang Yi gently tapped Andrew Vic's head, revealing an innocent smile.

"After all, I'm not some kind of devil."

"OK, OK."

With things having come to this point, Andrewwick had no choice but to agree in a trembling voice.

Then, Jiang Yi shaved off a large patch of hair from Andrewwick's head.

He underwent craniotomy.

His gentle movements were certainly not out of kindness.

The main reason is that he had spent a lot of time acquiring hairs with special abilities.

His understanding of whether removing part of the superpowered individual during craniotomy would cause the superpowered individual to become abnormal or die was still incomplete.

After all, the previous one's methods were too cruel, so Jiang Yi thought about it and concluded that the data from the last time was not a reliable reference.

The gestures towards the guy sitting above him seemed genuinely gentle.

Andrewwick's initially panicked heart gradually calmed down.

Although I was still afraid, I had more hope in my heart.

So, this man will definitely save him, right?

After they were rescued.

He had to leave the sweltering summer as soon as possible.

Andrewwick thought to himself.

Then report the situation here to the Secret Service.

Let the beacon of the world destroy this despicable, shameless, and damned nation!

Send this psychopath to hell!!

Despite having a glimmer of hope for salvation, Andrew Vick, who appeared fearful and uneasy, was gradually consumed by hatred.