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Warehouse, warehouse, and more warehouses.
Li Xiaomin hauled a truckload of scrapped Synthetic Humans to a temporary logistics point on the outskirts of Shangjing, where they had taken over a tool manufacturing plant, commandeering the storage room. Li Xiaomin poured the discarded robots from the metal carriage into the warehouse, where they clattered down, piling up like a mountain.
He saw neither repair shops nor mechanics, yet he was amazed to see squads of "Elite Soldiers" cheerfully leaving the station unscathed, following their built-in navigation chips back to their units, ready for the next round of combat.
It was miraculous, but Li Xiaomin had no time to ponder; he understood during the Rat Tide that everything about Nestor Corporation was magical, and all he had to do was to work diligently.
This half year Li Xiaomin felt fulfilled: driving, working, earning money. Life was that simple. But war, well, that was something else.
