Coal, firewood, and a little gasoline, and the furnace blazed to life. The firelight illuminated the dark basement, radiating heat as the temperature in the enclosed space steadily rose.
As he flew along, Su Ming had witnessed plenty of misery. Quite a few people had frozen to death silently in their own homes, either because snow had crushed their houses or because the power had gone out.
The United States' power supply was also run by private companies, and there was no coordination whatsoever between different power companies. Different states often had their own electricity rules, and the more rural the area, the less any household power supply could be guaranteed.
Electricity went first to the capitalists' factories and farms, then to government offices, followed by public facilities like schools and hospitals. Ordinary people came last.
Deathstroke was in a good mood today. Along the way, he had saved a few people he found agreeable and given them some coal and fuel. They should be able to hold out for a few more days.
Hopefully, they could endure until the problem was resolved. But if they still froze to death in the end, there was nothing to be done. It was probably Destiny's choice.
Speaking of Destiny, death inevitably came to mind. He wondered whether the Endless had made any moves lately.
Thinking about these matters, Deathstroke closed the boiler door and fastened the latch. "Big Egg, remember to add coal tonight. I'm heading up first."
"Okay, take care. Come play again when you have time, hehe." Big Egg humbly accepted the duties of a boiler worker.
Su Ming returned upstairs and went door to door greeting the tenants, informing them about the heating. There were Mutants, transgender people, obesity patients, and all sorts of others here—social outcasts Harley had