Chapter 225 Return

Xiao Yang is still on his way back.

When he returned to Kara City and looked at the charred ruins, he was completely confused.

"What happened? Are the little monsters out of control?"

Xiao Yang listened to Jim's story with a gloomy face, pulled out a tattered tiger-skin chair from a pile of broken bricks, and said lightly.

"What about the casualties?"

"45 people died, 18 others were injured, and most of the headquarters building was destroyed..."

"Brother Xiao, Fingel..."

Xiao Yang was shocked. Fingel was related to his technological recovery plan, so nothing could happen to him, so he asked quickly.

"What happened to Fingel?"

"Fingel...it...is dead...well..."

Jessica shed tears unsatisfactoryly, and carefully held the tattered yellow iron lump. All the iron lump's crawler-like legs were broken, and a telescope-like head drooped to the ground, leaving only one Tiny wire connections.

Xiao Yang looked strange, looking at Wali's relatively intact square belly, and then asked with a dark face.

"How long has it been like this?"

"It's been a day."

"Well, in that case, let's just throw it into the trash."

Xiao Yang carried it and walked out step by step. At this time, a lewd voice suddenly came from the yellow iron belly.

"No, boss, I was wrong. I'm fine. I'm not sick. I can fight again. Please don't abandon me..."

"Ah, alive!"

Jessica watched Xiao Yang "cut open" Fingel's belly and "dig out" a mobile phone from inside. On the mobile phone was a handsome man with iron-gray hair wearing a royal horse eunuch uniform, burying his head in tears and crying. She was so sad.

"It's the talking mobile phone I bought from Old Hawke in exchange for art films. It turns out that this is Fingel's true face."

"Humph, it turns out you were lying to me."

I don’t know what kind of alloy or alchemy material Norma used to make Fingel’s body. It’s so hard that it’s so hard. How could it be so easy to break?

"Stop playing tricks and replace the machine quickly. It's up to you to rebuild the company."

Xiao Yang ruthlessly dragged Fingel out. There were still many WALL-E machines in the warehouse. Just find one and replace it with another good dog.

"Ah, it's Wall-E again, boss, can you give me a better opportunity? I represent your face."

"Wall-E is very tough."

"Wally is not handsome enough."

"Wali is quite cute."

"Wall-E is inconvenient."

Fingal clutches a thigh that exists only on screen, weeping like a licking dog. But it does hit the point. Although WALL-E is sturdy enough, it is indeed inconvenient, especially not suitable for production.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yang took out the garbage one by one from the Iron Man mansion.

"Don't say I've treated you badly. In fact, I made this trip specifically for you. Unfortunately, I couldn't find a complete armor, but you have a chance to build one yourself."

"This is……"

Fingel's eyes almost popped out of the screen when he looked at these large and small electronic devices.

"As you can see...high-precision mechanical lathes, fantasy-level 3D printers, cold fusion reactor production lines...as you can see, I picked up the garbage from the Marvel world."

"Sure enough, we have traveled to the garbage dump of the heavens, and everything from the virtual world of literary works has appeared here. No, maybe our original world is also a product of fantasy."

Fingel looked at several pieces of Iron Man's armor that Xiao Yang dug out from the trash. There are also Iron Man comics in the dragon world.

"Well, look at it a bit, maybe this is also a novel?"

A real warrior is someone who still loves life after discovering the truth about the world. Xiao Yang expressionlessly took out a few more computer hosts and handed them to Fingel.

"Take a look at the information here. Iron Man's computer may have design information for the Iron Armor or other advanced technologies. Be careful, what if Jarvis is in it?"

"In addition, these Ark reactors and fuel should be enough to last for a long time, but the production line for new fuel still needs to be repaired."

"Start with simple devices. I need you to help mankind restore industrial civilization. Well, let's start with textile machines."

Xiao Yang thought of the silk threads spun out by those armored caterpillars, as well as the silkworm ice silk he picked up from the Fox Demon No. 1 garbage dump, but has not used it yet.

He had no choice but to find a scavenger who knew how to weave. Thinking of the scene where Shui Duoduo asked for underwear, Xiao Yang was helpless.

"Let's realize the freedom of underwear first. Well, this revival of civilization starts with the underwear revolution."

"This is a big project. I can't do it alone. Human civilization has to rely on itself."

Fingel feels that the efficiency of human beings in inheriting knowledge is too low. Unlike robots, they can just copy and paste.

After Xiao Yang's request, everyone in Zhutian Garbage Recycling Company now needs to take cultural classes, and the results of the cultural classes must be included in the performance.

Fingel has a special night school, but despite this, the speed at which the scavengers learn is still impressive.

At present, the highest achievement of the garbage recycling company was originally the blacksmith Ham of Kerr Town, and this was all thanks to the suffering leaves.

Studies have shown that bitter leaves have memory-enhancing effects.

"I know, so education needs to be done. This is a long-term matter. The garbage world is always full of surprises, isn't it?"

Xiao Yang thought that the escaped bitterness tree sapling had gone somewhere, and he had to find a way to catch it back and contribute to the company's education cause.

One person and one machine watching the busy crowd.

"I think Kra City is still a little too small."

"I think so too."

...

Zhu Tian Garbage Recycling Company built houses in an unsteady manner. Fingel released all the Wall-E machines it collected, and added various superpowers, so the reconstruction speed was very fast.

As for the main body, it was studying and debugging the equipment from Iron Man's laboratory. These equipment had been soaked in water and experienced collisions, so they needed time to repair.

In the shantytown of Kra City, a revenge operation against the Black Sun Cult was underway.

"Go, Black Sun Cult, don't spare any."

On this day, all the gangsters and evil groups in the shantytown were trembling. Under the leadership of Rob, a small electric donkey, teams of evolvers rushed to the various strongholds of the Black Sun Cult and were all being cleaned up.

"No, you can't do this."

As a wooden tower collapsed, several scavengers wrapped in black plastic bags made heart-wrenching screams.

They were fanatics of the Black Sun Cult. They could not tolerate the behavior of these evolvers destroying the holy remains, and immediately attacked Rob and others.

"Hmph."

These believers who were not even Evolvers were instantly burned black by lightning.

Rob looked at the other believers. Fortunately, the remaining people realized the preciousness of life when Black Sun fell to the ground, and all of them were trembling with clear minds.

"Boss, the remaining strongholds have been eliminated, and the dishonest ones are dead. It's a pity that those priests have escaped long ago."

"Hmph, they ran fast."

This was not beyond Rob's expectations. In fact, after Bulma died, these dogs ran away immediately. This operation is to eliminate all the remnants of the Black Sun Cult and tell everyone that the recycling company and the Black Sun Cult are incompatible.

But this black ball has to be taken back for research.

"Everyone listen to me, once you find the trace of the Black Sun Cult, report it immediately. The Black Sun Cult will be the first target of our recycling company in the future."

"Yes."

At this time, an ignorant subordinate suddenly asked.

"By the way, boss, who is the second target of our company?"

"..."