Brother Jiu's sigh made the two people who had come with him a little indignant. But because of his high standing, they could not say much. They merely bottled up their frustration, eager to see what the wooden crates contained.
San San's vehicle soon arrived. It was a heavy-duty truck equipped with mechanical arms. The tarpaulin over its cargo bed could be raised and lowered, making it ideal for transporting supplies and large Insect Race corpses.
Compared to the heavy-duty truck, the few things in the kitchen were nothing. The mechanical arms extended and swiftly grabbed all the wooden crates onto the truck, then raised the canopy.
The vehicle sped all the way to a scrap metal recycling center. The place was spacious enough, and it had enclosed warehouses.
The truck drove into one of the warehouses. Everyone turned on the lights and unloaded the crates. When they opened the first crate, everyone present drew in a sharp breath. "This... is a Critical Illness Recovery Pod?"
Critical Illness Recovery Pods were among the hottest commodities on the market. Countless people were waiting in line to use them.
When they opened another crate, everyone was even more astonished. It contained Tissue Repair Fluid.
That was another highly sought-after item, the companion fluid for Critical Illness Recovery Pods. There were no quota restrictions on it, but it was a consumable.
There were also Nanorobots, sterile basic operating tables, and other items, all among the most sought-after goods on Xingzheng Star.
Then there were two crates of food: rice, flour, dehydrated vegetables, and meat, along with two crates of Energy Blocks.
The Chen Family had seen the world. Before the war, these things would not have amounted to much. The two Critical Illness Recovery Pods were the most expensive items, but even those