I, Superman, the Supreme Commander

Chapter 196 The change is too fast to adapt

"Mario Bros., here I come again!"

The Bull Gurg's loud voice rang out outside the door, and everyone in the base could hear it.

"There's what you want."

Facing the newcomer, Mario Hughes didn't even raise his head, but pointed to a pile of supply boxes in the corner of the warehouse, his brows still furrowed.

He seemed to be troubled about something.

Gurger opened the supply box, grabbed a machine gun, weighed it for a few times, and praised: "Brother, the quality of your equipment has been a bit too good recently. It's almost as good as the official ones in the hands of the law enforcement team."

"Could it be possible that you dug up some great treasure from the ruins?"

"No. Brother, why do you still have such a sad face? You've been doing well lately, eating and drinking well."

Facing the confusion of the big guy Gurge, Mario just sighed, "Don't ask, it's nothing. Take your goods and get out of here. By the way, the Viper Gang that has been rising recently is very dishonest, you should teach them a lesson."

"Okay, leave it to us."

"Fakecoin pool! Are these gangs who like snakes all sick? They always do nothing!"

Gurg left with a group of strong men, cursing.

Mario continued to look out the window at the busy members of the Mutual Aid Association for the Weak with a worried look on his face, not knowing who to tell about his troubles.

He was worried not because the mutual aid association was not developing well, but because it was developing too well.

Only three months later, the abandoned area where the mutual aid association was located has been completely transformed.

The floor structure was reinforced, the walls were renovated, electricity and water were available, and it had its own independent generator and water purification system, allowing them to live a comfortable life that they had never dared to imagine before.

All of this was brought about by a boy named Clark Kent.

"Brothers and sisters, there is a saying in my hometown. If you want to get rich, you must first... ahem, farm first."

"Everyone, work hard to build the hydroponic room, so that we can have fresh vegetables to eat in the future!"

The black-haired boy stood in the crowd, making an impassioned speech and directing the young people to work together. He seemed to have endless energy, always full of vitality and enthusiasm.

His sunny and warm spirit infected the people around him, and the children in the mutual aid society were willing to follow his instructions and work.

Since demonstrating his superb mechanical skills and being appointed by Mario as the second-in-command of the foundry (Mario is the first-in-command), Clark has frequently given Mario suggestions on upgrading and renovating the area where the mutual aid association is located.

Sometimes, he would even act first and ask for Mario's approval later, and would use the materials he could mobilize to carry out the work. When Mario found out and wanted to investigate, he found that the work had been completed, and it was done well and beautifully, without bringing any additional burden to the mutual aid association.

The power system, water purification system, base automated armed turrets, guard robots... were all created in this way.

Recently, Clark has started to lead everyone to tinker with food production. First, he built a cockroach breeding room and an earthworm breeding room, solving the problem of eating meat. Then he started to use what is said to be soilless cultivation technology, farming in the basement.

I don’t know how they got some strange seeds, called sweet potatoes, potatoes, pumpkins, corn, cabbage... Mario had never heard of them before.

What's even more incredible is that this guy actually grew it using water extracted from the wastewater in the bottom nest that was full of radiation and toxins.

"In fact, wastewater can theoretically be filtered using an ultrafiltration membrane that only allows water molecules to pass through, thus isolating most toxins..."

When asking about the principles of the water purification system, Clark said something that Mario couldn't understand.

Damn, why is there such a big gap between people?

After all, I, Mario Hughes, have worked as a construction site technician with a technical priest for several years!

Mario clearly felt that there was a certain knowledge gap between himself and this black-haired boy of unknown origin, just like the difference between a half-baked person who had taught himself a few books and a scholar who had received a systematic and complete education.

But after getting to know him for a long time, he could see clearly that Clark had a simple mind and did not have any bad intentions.

Therefore, although he often does various "unruly" actions that go against the unspoken rules of the Underhive, Mario is very tolerant of this young man and even can't bear to let the innocent heart of this pure boy be tainted by the filth of the Underhive.

Everyone in the Weak Mutual Aid Association likes this enthusiastic, hopeful and always energetic young man from the bottom of their hearts.

And willing to follow his actions unconsciously.

Mario was very pleased, and felt that he finally had a successor. Although Osside was not bad, he still had a gap in hard power.

Now with Clark taking care of the internal affairs and Osside taking care of the external affairs, Mario doesn't have to worry about many things in the mutual aid association.

The mutual aid association has been expanding in scale, growing in strength, and improving in living conditions. In just a few months, it has undergone a complete transformation.

It has become a powerful force in the bottom nest, and other forces dare not bully it at will anymore.

The mutual aid association moved out of the shadows and acquired a piece of land in the core area of ​​Dichao, where it operated shops and restaurants, selling local specialties such as dried earthworms and cockroach cakes, which were quite popular.

All of this is inseparable from the black-haired boy with a mysterious origin.

Osside came in from outside pushing the goods and saw the black-haired boy with eight octopus-like mechanical arms on his back and an auxiliary technology helmet on his head. He looked a bit like a technical priest of the Mechanicus.

The difference is that Clark does not have those messy inscriptions, seals, religious ornaments, and his body has not undergone inhuman transformation. He is more like a normal mechanic.

After making a series of great contributions to the Mutual Aid Society for the Weak, Clark became the second most important person in the society after Mario. He was in charge of several departments including casting, medicine, and production, and had his own exclusive laboratory.

Clark spends most of his time in the laboratory every day, conducting various mysterious research that outsiders cannot understand.

Every now and then, a new product is introduced to enrich the mutual aid association's inventory.

Osside often had to run errands for him, purchasing various mechanical parts and pharmaceutical raw materials from other gangs and forces, and even purchasing some living things for Clark's experimental research.

The most common scene he saw when he arrived at the laboratory was Clark concentrating on research at the laboratory bench.

"Clark, here's what you wanted."

"Just put it in the corner. Thanks, bro."

"You're welcome. May I ask, what are you doing? This looks like the power armor that the Upperhive masters wear?"

Osside looked at the mechanical armor on the shelf in front of Clark curiously. It seemed very powerful. Boys always have no resistance to such things.

Clark gave a thumbs up. "You have a good eye. Yes, this power armor of mine is specially made for children. It's almost done, you can help me test drive it then."

"no problem!"

Hearing that he was a test driver, Osside smiled happily.

At this time, an armed young man ran in hurriedly from outside.

"Oh no! The leader has been surrounded by various gangs!"

"What?!" Osside was shocked.

Clark frowned and said quickly to Osside, "This is an emergency. Put on this power armor and go to the rescue."

"Didn't you say it wasn't finished yet?"

"It's not finished, but it's enough. Stop talking nonsense and put it on!"

Clark grabbed Osside's collar and stuffed it into the power armor. The components inside the power armor automatically extended and buckled onto Osside. The mechanism deformed, closed and locked. When Osside came to his senses, it had already been put on.

"Go boy! You've been strengthened!"

Pulsing flames spurted out from the engine port of the backpack on the back of the power armor, carrying the confused Osside away.

"I haven't learned how to drive yet-Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"