radicalducati Chapter 31 Looting the Parking Shed
Chapter 31 Looting the Parking Shed
Li Bin's words, "One should always be wary of others," became the final commentary of last night.
But as it turns out, violence is sometimes the most efficient means of maintaining order.
All night long.
Apart from the occasional screams and muffled thuds of heavy objects falling to the ground in the distance, the door of dormitory 305 was not even subjected to a single tentative knock.
The screams of Zhao Gang and his group were like dead crows hanging at the village entrance, scaring away all the evil thoughts that were stirring around them.
The sky was just beginning to lighten.
Jiang Ming kicked Wang Yang, who was still snoring, to his feet.
The group pushed the surviving electric scooter and the recovered "Little Turtle King" downstairs.
As soon as I stepped out of the dormitory, a whiff of air mixed with the smell of engine oil and burnt food hit me.
The area around the parking shed was as lively as a demolition site.
A dozen or so people were gathered there, holding wrenches, hammers, and even stones, smashing the electric bikes indiscriminately.
"Depend on!"
Zhong Chengyu, with his sharp eyes, pointed at a boy who was putting his hand into the electric scooter's seat compartment.
"They're taking the batteries out!"
Those people weren't very skilled, but they pried open the seat, cut the wires, picked up the heavy battery pack, and ran away, not caring at all whose car it was.
After all, in this world without electricity, a large-capacity battery is essential for survival at night.
"Old Jiang, how about we go and take a few back as spares?"
Li Bin pushed up his glasses, looking at the "energy blocks" being taken away one by one, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
That light bulb last night gave him a taste of success.
If we could get more large batteries, they would be a valuable commodity, whether for lighting or other electrical appliances in the future.
"Okay, let's go."
Jiang Ming parked the car on the side of the road, picked up the black iron longsword, and walked over.
Wang Yang and Zhong Chengyu exchanged a glance, then immediately pulled out the screwdrivers and pliers they had scavenged yesterday from their bags and rushed into the bike shed with a roar.
The few people who were working hard paused for a moment when they saw Jiang Ming and his group coming over.
Some people recognized these faces.
Especially the man carrying a sword and a shield.
"Go over there."
A boy nudged his companion with his elbow, subtly making way for an area filled with brand-name electric scooters.
No one spoke.
No one dared to ask "Why?"
This is the "privilege" that was earned in last night's fight.
Jiang Ming didn't rush to remove the battery with Wang Yang and the others.
Instead, he walked to the very back of the carport and reached out to grab a piece of rusty metal windshield.
This thing was originally meant to protect the charging socket area from the rain, but now that it's out of power, it's not very useful anymore.
"Sizzle—"
A sickening metallic tearing sound rang out.
Jiang Ming used his arm strength to tear the more than two-meter-wide piece of sheet metal off the shelf.
Wang Yang, who was prying open the seat of an electric scooter nearby, was dumbfounded.
"Old Jiang, why are you taking apart this piece of scrap metal? You can't eat it, and it can't generate electricity."
Jiang Ming ignored him.
He threw the sheet metal on the ground and then picked up a few pieces of discarded wood that someone had thrown there.
On the retina, a pale blue dotted frame is flashing wildly.
【Rusty corrugated sheet metal】+【Discarded solid wood planks】+【Rusty iron nails】=【???】
No drawings are needed.
As long as there are enough materials, anything can be made.
Just as Jiang Ming raised his sword, preparing to cut the sheet metal into the appropriate size.
A series of orderly footsteps came from the direction of the dormitory building.
"Hey, you over there, stop for a second."
That bureaucratic tone, with its slightly affected airs, sounded particularly grating at that moment.
Jiang Ming's sword didn't stop.
With a "snap," a neat notch was cut into the sheet metal.
He then turned his head to the side.
Seven or eight boys were walking this way.
They were all wearing dark blue uniform jackets with eye-catching red armbands on their cuffs, printed with the words "On Duty" in yellow.
The leader had his hair slicked back, his clothes were neatly ironed, and he was holding a megaphone. Although it wasn't powered on, he was holding it with great flair.
Student Union.
No matter when, this group of people can always organize themselves the fastest and try to apply the old rules to the current environment.
"Excuse me, I am Du Beichen, the Minister of Discipline of the Student Union."
The man with the slicked-back hair stopped two meters in front of Jiang Ming, his gaze sweeping over the sheet metal on the ground and Wang Yang and the others who were removing batteries behind him.
"The school is now in a state of emergency, and all supplies must be allocated centrally."
Du Beichen pointed to the battery in Wang Yang's arms.
"Unauthorized dismantling of public property is a violation of the rules. However, considering the special circumstances, as long as you hand over the materials and join the student union's mutual aid team, we can let bygones be bygones."
He paused, then raised his chin.
"We need students with fighting spirit like you to work together to maintain campus order."
Wang Yang stopped what he was doing.
He held the heavy lead-acid battery and looked at Du Beichen as if he were an idiot.
"Hand it over? Or let bygones be bygones?"
Wang Yang picked at his ear, turned to look at Li Bin, and said, "Old Li, did I get earwax all over my ears this morning? What did this bastard just say?"
Li Bin didn't reply, but silently placed the two batteries he had just removed on the ground and began to stretch and warm up.
Zhong Chengyu was even more direct. Holding the rebar in his hand, he took a step forward and blocked the group's path.
The atmosphere froze instantly.
The officers behind Du Beichen were a little nervous, and their hands reached for their waists—where rubber rollers and riot control forks were clipped.
"Hey student, I'm talking to you."
Du Beichen frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with Jiang Ming's disregard. "By joining the student council, we can provide safe accommodation and food distribution rights. This is for everyone's benefit."
Jiang Ming finally straightened up.
He didn't even glance at Du Beichen, but simply shook his head at Wang Yang and the others.
"Did you hear me?"
Wang Yang chuckled and patted his round belly. "We're used to being carefree and can't stand being managed. You should leave your 'safe haven' to someone else."
"you……"
Du Beichen's face darkened.
He didn't expect these people to be so ungrateful.
In this chaotic time, so many people were crying out for the student council's protection, yet these few people refused?
"OK."
Du Beichen nodded, straightened his collar, and said, "Since you're unwilling to cooperate, don't blame the student council for not warning you if anything goes wrong later. Let's go!"
He waved his hand, turned around, and left with his men.
No conflict occurred.
Du Beichen is not stupid.
Jiang Ming's equipment and the dark red bloodstains on his sword were warning him: this bone is not easy to chew.
They quickly turned their attention to a few lone students on the other side of the bike shed.
After a few threats and inducements, the students obediently handed over their food and bottled water and followed Du Beichen into the dormitory building.
"Tch, what is this?"
Wang Yang spat at the backs of those people, "They're still putting on airs even at a time like this. They really think they're someone important."
"They have a numerical advantage, which will be a problem in the future."
Li Bin made a judgment based on the sight of the group of people's backs.