r18novel Chapter 96 Insulation
Chapter 96 Insulation
Chapter 96 Insulation
Lowe took a breath, his expression serious, and continued, "You'll see your brothers, their mouths stuffed with the meat they've been dreaming of, their faces beaming with satisfaction, then like fish out of water, convulsing, stuffing themselves to death in the pile of food—"
At this point, however, Luo Wei noticed that the workers' eyes were glazed over, and they were almost unresponsive.
He suddenly realized that in this agricultural world of Abundance II, shrouded in acid rain and industrial waste gas...
The vast majority of low-income laborers have never seen a river in their lives, let alone a lively fish.
For them, "fish" is a luxury concept that exists only in the legends of aristocratic dining tables.
It's as abstract and unattainable as "real meat".
So he quickly adjusted his wording.
Pointing to an old truck not far away, still belching black smoke, he coughed and said, "It's like an old boiler that's been burning low-quality coal ash for decades, with its furnace rusted through, suddenly being filled with the highest grade refined argon fuel."
"It won't run faster because of this; it will only break down because it can't withstand the violent energy burst, causing the cylinders to rupture and the pipes to explode."
Luo Wei's tone suddenly turned stern: "Your hearts are like a rusted boiler. In an instant, it will convulse violently like a jammed gear, and then, in a state of extreme euphoria, it will completely stop!"
This time, a restless commotion arose from the crowd.
Although nobody understands what insulin or phosphate is.
But they can understand "cylinder burst" and "pipe explode".
Luo Wei explained, word by word, "This is called refeeding syndrome. In this damned world, things that are too good are also poison. It's like giving a person who is about to die of thirst boiling water; it will only burn their throat."
Upon hearing this, Buck's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.
He had seen people starve to death and people beaten to death, but he never imagined that eating meat could kill people.
"Then, what should we do? Boss, we can't just watch the workers starve to death, can we?" Old John asked cautiously.
"Of course not."
Looking at the truck full of supplies, Luo Wei issued an order.
"Once all supplies are returned, direct consumption is strictly prohibited. Violators will be prosecuted for theft of military supplies and executed on the spot."
"Old John, you're in charge of overseeing this. Send these high-energy protein bars and concentrated starch blocks into the grinder, and mix them with sawdust, fungal powder, and corpse starch in a 1:20 ratio."
"We'll turn them into a synthetic nutritional paste, that grayish, waxy stuff. It'll definitely taste awful, but it can save lives."
After thinking for a moment, Luo Wei added, "If we follow this ratio, this batch of supplies will be enough for our eastern granaries to last until the next harvest."
The crowd fell silent for a moment.
Then, Buck let out a long sigh of relief, and the desire for meat in his eyes disappeared, replaced by awe.
He originally thought that Lowe's refusal to share food with them was an attempt to use the food as a shackle to strengthen his mental control over them.
Now he understands.
The officer could not only get food from the butcher, but also prevent them from being killed by the food.
This kind of cold-blooded calculation based on rationality is true mercy in the wasteland.
Buck turned around and yelled at his men, "Did you hear me? You all better behave yourselves! Anyone who dares to steal food, I'll kill him with my own hands! This is the boss's idea to save your worthless lives!"
late at night.
The convoy quickly drove into the eastern grain depot, the lower bunker of area D-1.
The door to the secret warehouse opened, and warning lights spun in the darkness.
After getting off the truck, Old John immediately directed the workers to quickly put half of the returned supplies into the warehouse.
"Tear off all the seals from the Ministry of Military Affairs."
"Replace the label with our homemade organic fertilizer. Be quick, leave no trace."
The workers were busy as industrious ants.
Meanwhile, at the junction of the wasteland on the other side.
A more clandestine deal is underway.
Lilith personally led the team.
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The governor's chief bodyguard wore black armor, a breathing mask, and had eyes as sharp as a hawk's.
When she finished inspecting those truckloads of high-quality Grade A military rations that Luo Wei had specially selected, even someone as cold as her couldn't hide the surprise that flashed in her eyes.
She knew all too well how scarce supplies were right now.
In order to successfully meet the tithe targets, even the Governor-General's guards have recently begun to have their rations reduced.
And Luo Wei, the newly appointed supervisor, managed to dig out so much grain during a single visit to the northern granary.
"Is this what you called—scrap?" Lilith returned to Rowe's side and asked meaningfully.
"As the report states, after purification, it is barely usable."
Luo Wei remained expressionless and handed over the top-secret report.
Lilith took the report and glanced at Rowe again.
His gaze was no longer that of someone looking down at someone.
It's not about approval, but rather about recognition.
She didn't ask any further questions about the source, nor did she question the so-called "purification process."
As the governor's shadow, she mostly only cared about the results.
"The Governor is very satisfied with your waste recycling work."
Lilith put away the report.
Then, he left behind the promise that Rowe most wanted to hear.
"If there are any concerns from the Executive Yuan regarding the source of the supplies, or if anyone questions the whereabouts of this batch of waste materials, the Governor-General's Office will handle it."
That's how the deal was made.
From this moment on, the military rations were completely exonerated in terms of law and reason.
They are no longer missing supplies of the Ministry of Military Affairs.
Rather, it was a legal and compliant supply specially approved by the Governor's Office.
Watching Lilith's convoy, carrying the other half of the supplies, disappear into the night, Rowe's tense nerves finally relaxed completely.
He returned to the underground B-3 area, the abandoned transfer station.
It is now considered the garage of Chimera 1.
Father Alpha was circling the chariot.
His long robe, stained with engine oil, swayed with his movements.
"Praise be to Om Messiah—this is a miracle—no, this is blasphemous art—"
The priest was muttering incantations.
Several mechanical tentacles were attached to the armored surface of the tank, conducting detailed inspections.
As Luo Wei approached and took a closer look, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
After consuming the fourth-generation elite hybrid Valken, the Chimera Chariot underwent some changes once again.
A layer of translucent purple crystal coating was secreted onto the originally rough metal armor surface.
This substance is like a living skin, shimmering under the light.
"What is this?" Luo Wei asked.
"Psionic insulating coating!"
A fanatical light gleamed in Father Alpha's righteous eyes.
"That fourth-generation elite hybrid carries the characteristic of 'Warp Shadow' in his genes."
"The tank's bio-furnace digested him, extracted this property, and then coated it onto the armor like a coating!"
The priest, holding up the reading board, exclaimed excitedly, "Do you know what this means, Advisor? It means this car is now a 'pseudo-black hole'!"
"At low to medium intensity psionic detection levels, scanning for it will only return a blank screen. And within warp vision, it might not even exist!"
Luo Wei reached out and gently stroked the cold, smooth purple crystal.
The chariot seemed to sense its master's touch; the compound eyes on the front of the chariot opened slightly, and a low hum came from the exhaust pipe.
Invisible.
In this world filled with psionicists, demons, and all sorts of supernatural detection methods, the strategic value of possessing an assassin vehicle that can "become invisible" is immeasurable.
This is a trump card.
A trump card that can bring down those high-and-mighty psionicists and demons from their pedestals at crucial moments.
Lo Wei pulled out a brass pocket watch from his pocket and snapped it open.
The hands on the watch face pointed to three in the morning.
The darkness before dawn is the deepest, yet also the most serene.
"The supplies have been laundered, the governor has taken care of things, Bill has stabilized, and even the vehicles have been upgraded."
Luo Wei closed his pocket watch, his gaze becoming deep.
"Now, I have food, guns, and vehicles."
"It's time to prepare for the maturity of 'Grey Mule-1' in 23 days, the true harvest that will determine life or death."