Qin Shi stepped into the C-3 logistics warehouse. Its enormous alloy gates stood open, revealing an interior as vast and high-ceilinged as a factory.
Rows of towering alloy shelves formed a forest of steel, piled with ammunition crates of various sizes, energy battery packs, and sealed supply containers.
Automated mechanical arms glided silently along their rails, precisely grabbing and transporting cargo.
"As expected of Fortress City, which holds seventy percent of the Western Front's advanced resources."
Qin Shi stood tall at the entrance and looked toward the requisition counter, where a fairly short line had formed. It consisted of junior officers and technical sergeants.
"Boss, I could've handled the line for you."
"Then people would think I was some rich kid sent here to pad his résumé."
Qin Shi and Long Qiuyuan joined the end of the line.
He could tell that not everyone accepted him as a First-Class Combat Hero.
Perhaps it was because he was too young and his rank too low.
Many senior officers in Iron Thorn Fortress City regarded him with skepticism and scrutiny.
Using his powerful mind, Qin Shi could faintly sense those subtle fluctuations of emotion.
"Come on, Boss. You drove off Blood River Typhon, a Disaster Level 4 threat! Isn't that enough to convince them?"
Long Qiuyuan muttered under her breath.
"I drove it off. I didn't kill it. That still falls a little short."
Qin Shi shrugged. The military was a melting pot, not an assembly line.
It could temper rough ore into steel, but it couldn't change someone's nature.
Those who had entered the extraordinary realm of Professional Level were all strong-willed people who followed their chosen paths.
They would never casually change their opinions and beliefs because of outside influences.
Unless Qin Shi proved himself through his actions!
Besides, Li