The truck rumbled as it stopped by the side of the road.
A black hair middle-aged man, a woman, a black man, and a blonde man.
They jumped down from the truck and moved the obstacles on the road away.
Gu Qing Shan observed indifferently as they were busily working without making any decision.
He noticed that from start to end, only these four people were working on the road, no one else came out from the small town to help them.
That was a bit strange.
From the pictures he saw from the newspaper, this world seemed to have faced a sort of mutated creature threat and was heading towards ruin.
Whenever a truck went into town like this, the people of the town should be wary or should try to check it out. At least, from their desire towards food and information alone, there should be at least a few people who would come to try and see the situation.
But the reality was that no one came out of the town at all.
Gu Qing Shan stuck close to the wall and silently watched as they pushed the obstacles on the road away.
They seemed quite skilled at it as if they had already gotten used to doing this.
After a while, perhaps because he was a bit tired, the black hair middle-aged man who carried a gun on his back breathed heavily and complained: âI donât want to keep moving these roadblocks around anymore, can someone please find me some more living people pleaseâ
The black man spoke seriously: âDonât even joke about that, old Li, without these roadblocks, we would all be finishedâ
âWe can only hope that God above helps us and let us find some people during later searches. We really are lacking in manpowerâ the blond man also commented.
They stopped talking and slowly stopped working as well.
At this point, the sun had gone down a bit more so the temperature became slightly lower again.
Sunset was arriving soon.
The three men and one woman gathered under the shade of the truck, each lighting a cigarette and slowly smoking it.
The blond man spoke dejectedly: âTonight is going to be another busy night, everyone should take a short rest first, otherwise, you might not lastâ
The man called old Li shook his head: âItâs regretful that we couldnât find anyone to replace us, really unlucky, we finally managed to find two people, but they were girlsâ
The only woman there glared at him and angrily spoke: âSo what if they were girls? At least they could help us cook and cleanâ
Old Li smiled bitterly: âIâd rather eat and live a bit worse if those girls can take up the guns and deal with the monstersâ
The woman refuted: âThose girls were barely old enough to be high school students, the fact that they could keep calm at all was already good enough, and you want them taking up guns to kill monsters?â
Old li shrugged with a helpless expression.
â Iâm hungry, letâs deal with our stomach firstâ
The black man mediated between them without giving his opinion.
The group arrived at the back of the truck and opened the shielding.
Gu Qing Shan hid in the shadow, squinted his eyes, and carefully observed.
There were all sorts of things inside the truck , including food, household items, clothes, and even a living pig.
The pig was gnawing on some white radish.
The four people carried a small crate down from the truck and swiftly pried it open.
Inside, there were various cans of food neatly lined up as well as a bit of alcohol.
In an apocalypse, this was already quite a considerable bit of food.
âI donât really like beefâ the woman complained.
âWe canât help it, we need three cans each, so you should at least eat two, otherwise you wonât be able to replenish your stamina and there would be a problem at nightâ old Li told her.
Hearing that, Gu Qing Shan had a different thought.
In an apocalypse setting, canned beef can be considered a luxury item, yet she was complaining about it.
And these people werenât being stingy with it at all, three cans of food were normally enough for an adult male to feel a bit too full.
Seems like their current state of living could be considered decent.
Fortunately, Gu Qing Shan knew a lot of languages so he managed to tell that they were speaking a sort of less-widely used human language in the 900 million World Layers.
From their earlier conversations, he knew that they were sheltering two young girls who couldnât fight.
And those two girls were kept quite safe.
Gu Qing Shanâs gaze fell onto the gun on old Liâs back and carefully observed it.
This was an old and primitive sniper rifle.
Gu Qing Shan was originally a Mech expert who was able to create the Seraph, a Mech that was considered to be ahead of its time, almost by himself, so he naturally had extensive knowledge of such basic weapons.
The sniper rifle that old Li carried on his back only had the range to attack enemies within 800-1000 meters, and only enough power to damage a small-sized target. It wouldnât be much use against armored Mechs or giant monsters.
It canât even perform a sniping ambush that exceeded the line of sight.
But from how much old Li appeared to treasure this gun, it must have been with him for a considerably long time, or it was his main form of attack.
How weak.
Even when theyâre so short on hands, they still decided to shelter a couple of powerless girls.
This partially proved both their living standards and disposition.
Combined with the box of canned beef as well as the still-living pig on the truck.
This doesnât seem to be too bad of a start.
Gu Qing Shan lightly nodded.
He finally made his decision.
On the outside, the blond man gave each person a can of food, then turned around to take a bottle of alcohol and four glasses from the truck.
âDonât drink too much, only one glass per person at mostâ old Li reminded them.
They knocked their glasses together and drank.
At this point, a sound came not too far away from them.
Everyone immediately turned towards the source of the sound.
Only to see a man standing at the burnt door of the building.
âHelp me!â
The man leaned on the handles of the door and breathed heavily.
âDonât move!â
âHeâs not a monsterâ
âStay where you are!â
âWait, itâs a living personâ
They all shouted and awkwardly pulled out their weapons.
Gu Qing Shan just stood still, feeling a bit speechless.
Their reactions were too unprofessional.
With their standard, against a true hitman like Zhang Ying Hao, they wouldâve been killed who knows how many times over.
âHelp meâ
âWhat happened? Whatâs the problem?â the black man loudly questioned.
âThirstyâ Gu Qing Shan replied.
The four of them exchanged glances.
The blond man took out a pair of binocular and carefully observed Gu Qing Shan.
âHeâs unhurt, apparently a bit exhaustedâ
âHis eyes havenât mutated, a normal personâ
The blond man reported to his companions as he observed him.
âGive him some waterâ the black man said.
âBut we already drank all the water we broughtâ old Li refuted.
âThen give him alcoholâ the black man suggested.
âNo, his body is too dehydrated, we need to give him waterâ the woman spoke.
âWeâre too far, give him some alcohol to first quench his thirstâ the black man insisted.
âWe canât, alcohol won ât do anything, it could affect his judgement insteadâ old Li also shook his head.
The blond man joined their discussion: âWhy not? In ancient times, people were afraid that water wasnât clean so they all brewed alcohol to use as regular drinksâ
Gu Qing Shan silently listened to their bickering.
The sun was already going down and night would soon arrive.
If it truly was as they said and there would be a lot of danger at night, being stuck here wouldnât be a good thing.
Do they really have time to waste on something like this?
Gu Qing Shan silently sighed.
âWater, give me waterâ
After saying that, he fainted.
This time, the four people stopped bickering.
âCarry him, weâll give him some water back at the baseâ
Old Li ended their quarrel.
A bumpy ride later.
Someone pried his mouth open and gave him some water.
Gu Qing Shan took a few sips, then slowly opened his eyes.
A 16-17 years old girl was the one feeding him.
âAre you awake? Can you drink water by yourself? âThe young girl shyly asked.
âI canâ
Gu Qing Shan acted like he struggled a bit to sit up from the sofa, received the bowl of water, and drank everything inside.
He felt a bit better.
âIs there any more water ?â
âHereâ
Another girl gave him a plastic bottle of water.
Gu Qing Shan received it, twisted the cap open and drank everything inside.
With enough water, his body could finally recover some strength.
âThank you a lot, for saving meâ
Gu Qing Shan looked at the two girls and smiled.
âYouâre welcome, but we were also saved by othersâ one of the girls told him.
Gu Qing Shan turned to the other direction and asked: âWhich means, you were the ones who saved me?â
Within his vision, the four people were cautiously looking at him.
Gu Qing Shan was a lot more casual.
Since he could already guess their personalities from before, as long as he dealt with them carefully, there wouldnât be any problems.
The blond man openly held a dagger in his hand.
The woman placed her hand close to her chest, apparently also holding a weapon as she stared closely at Gu Qing Shan.
The black man was standing at the front, old Li leaning on the wall on the back with their weapons seemingly relaxing on their thighs.
A decent emergency team.
Gu Qing Shan silently praised.
Seems like aside from how often they bicker, this was still a decently competent team.
At least, judging by a normal personâs perspective.
âYoung man, whatâs your job?â old Li asked first.
âIâm a scientistâ Gu Qing Shan replied.
The group was surprised.
They didnât expect that to be the answer.
âWhere did you come from?â the black man asked.
âFrom the Southeast highwayâ
âThat place isnât very peacefulâ the blond man scowled.
âThat bunch of low livesâ the woman muttered in a low voice, apparently a bit upset.
Gu Qing Shan quickly followed up: âThatâs right , my vehicle was stolen, I had to walk all the way here and almost died in the processâ
âThey didnât kill you?â
âI was in the toilet at the time. When I saw those guys coming from a distance, I buried myself underneath the sand and waited, after a while of searching, they couldnât handle the heat so they took my vehicle and leftâ
âSo you have some wits about you. You said you were a scientist, what do you research ?â
âWeaponsâ
âGuns?â
âNo, a bit more advanced than thatâ Gu Qing Shan replied.
âFighter jets? Tanks? Canonsâ the black man tried asking further.
Gu Qing Shan smiled.
So in his perception, those things were already considered advanced.
I can now confirm that the level of technology in this world is not too far from what I had thought.
Theyâve only just begun to study hot weapons for at most 300 years, and their Mechs were still at the opening stages of research.
MechsâŠ
Gu Qing Shan couldnât help but feel nostalgic.
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In the ancient era , personal combat units like Mechs were never really considered by true military experts.
A single ballistic missile could deal with a lot of problems.
And the cost for a single Mech suit could cost up to several thousand ballistic missiles.
Any other weapon was able to do a Mechâs job at a fraction of the price.
Because of this, no one bothered to spend several hundred times the effort to research and create Mech suits.
This was the situation for a very long time.
Only after science had advanced to a high enough degree that the Mech suits were able to show up again in the publicâs eyes with the role of âsuperheroesâ.
As science and technology continued to develop, the problem of the production cost for Mechs was slowly resolved and artificial intelligence became good enough to be used commercially.
A Mech suit could learn everything by itself and complete various jobs in the place of people, thus humanity entered an era of comfort.
As Mechs started to replace peopleâs jobs, another seed of inner conflict was buried among the people, since the rate of technological advancement for each country was different, the types of Mechs that could be created also differed.
And soon, war broke out.
Countless Mechs conducted intense wars of attrition in place of people.
At some point, the situation changed.
People began to notice that when a large number of Mechs are deployed onto the battlefield, at certain points in time, some independent and rare situations would occur.
One of the most notable ones was that the Mechs would perform mutual communication.
They formed a type of mechanical language that humans donât understand, study and copy them among one another and headed towards what was essentially mechanical evolution.
Humans couldnât understand what they were communicating with each other.
But the Mechs could completely understand humans and war.
At the same time, they were connected to the world wide web and were constantly studying, observing every scientific breakthrough and shift in humanityâs social structures.
Everyone felt true terror brought about by their own technological growth.
The wars immediately ended.
From that point onwards, the central autonomous AI of each Mech was erased and made sure that the movement and actions of every Mech must be under the control and orders of a rider or central commanding officer.
This was the famous first Principle of Mobile Mechs: People must take control over every action of machines.
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âDo you know about Mechs?â
Gu Qing Shan awoke from his nostalgia and asked.
âYouâre telling us that youâre a Mech scientist?â old Li asked.
âI amâ Gu Qing Shan nodded.
âUnfortunately, we donât have those things hereâ old Li spoke regretfully.
âWhich means, we canât confirm your identity. We canât trust youâ the woman said.
The blond man also spoke: âIf you belong to one of those damned gangs who was sent to infiltrate usâŠâ
The atmosphere became heavy.
Gu Qing Shan smiled and replied: âProving my identity is easy. I know a little bit about everything as long as itâs a machine, so you can test me on thoseâ
âWhat can you make?â old Li asked.
âWhat do you need?â Gu Qing Shan rolled his sleeves up.
As long as there are enough material and time, I can make any powerful antique hot weapons.
This is exactly my expertise!
His openness and confidence made everyone sigh in relief.
The people of those gangs didnât know much about machines or technology, before this apocalypse, they were nothing but thugs.
Everyone exchanged looks.
âCan you really make anything as long as itâs related to machinery?â the black man asked.
âMaybe not everything, but Iâm quite the mechanical expert, so I should be able to make the majority of thingsâ Gu Qing Shan humbly replied.
Antique machines are quite simple, but I have to consider the fact that there might be things I havenât seen, and since this was the Earth World, there might be a lot of things I donât know the use of that I need to slowly study.
âCan you fix things as well?â the woman asked.
Fix?
Fixing was considerably easier than making something from scratch since the majority of the components are already there and assembled. All he needed to do was identify the problem and deal with it.
Whether it was the truck or their guns, or perhaps even âfixingâ their vehicles to make an excavator that dealt with the roadblocks was nothing but childâs play for Gu Qing Shan.
Gu Qing Shan nodded: âOf course I also know how to fix thingsâ
Everyone exchanged glances again with clear expressions of fortune on their faces.
The atmosphere of the room became even better.
âThank god, we finally got someone who could look into this, our toilet has been broken for a whileâ the black man said
dejectedly. Gu Qing Shan froze.