"Wow! Those are mechs!"
In the crowd, Posion King exclaimed as he looked at the pile of scrap metal that used to be mechs. However, he quickly expressed disappointment, "What a pity, they've all become scrap metal!"
"Don't worry; I'll give you what I promised!" Xiao Feng patted Posion King's shoulder and smiled.
Then he turned and said to Wang Qiang, "Wang Qiang, take Posion King and his invented gas canisters, drop them from the sky!"
"Ah, this..."
Wang Qiang suddenly felt uneasy.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Feng asked in confusion.
"Is it really necessary to kill everyone here? Most of the people in the shelter are ordinary folks," Wang Qiang said.
At this moment, Xiao Feng also couldn't help but feel conflicted. In the post-apocalyptic world where life was so fragile, such wanton slaughter seemed somewhat inhumane.
