Cheng Xu pointed to the right side of the cabinet door, where a huge transparent observation window was embedded, and beyond that was the storage room.

The storage room was piled high not with weapons and ammunition, but with harvested crops.

In the outermost basket, wilted yellow vegetable leaves drooped limply, shriveled fruits were wrinkled beyond recognition, and grayish grains mixed with indistinct debris were haphazardly piled in a corner.

Next to it was a simple sign with bright orange English lettering that was particularly glaring: “Rationing of the lower-class workers – Asia Zone”.

Xi Xi coldly peered inside. Separated only by a metal fence, the crops inside were neatly stacked.

The crops and fruits looked much more normal, though not quite plump, but at least they were wrapped in relatively clean storage boxes – “For use in the trading hall”.

Ha! They sell the mediocre ones to make money, and supply the inferior ones to Asia as cheap labor. They've got a very clever plan.

Xi Xi's fingertips traced the cold metal of the fence as she continued walking inside, her gaze landing on the lonely hatch at the far end of the storage room.

The hatch was tightly closed, and above it hung a shiny nameplate: "Special Supply - High-Level Reserve".

“This place should be empty,” Sallyman said. “The highest-grade products are supplied directly to the capitalists at Clinton’s headquarters. Each batch of crops is forced to grow to half-ripe, and new plants are only transported after they are fully matured and harvested.”

"Judging from the size of those crops outside, they must have been planted not long ago."

"Heh..." Liu Yunyan let out a short, cold laugh, clearly disgusted by capitalists like Clinton who exploited labor.

Xi Xi wasn't surprised at all. After all, the more someone lacks something, the more they pretend to have it, and those who love to engage in racial discrimination are the same people who falsely promote racial equality.

She stroked the hull of the submarine and said, "Putting everything else aside, this is far more 'advanced' than Cui Quan's submarines!"

“Cui Quan is in Team Z,” Shaliman explained.

Clinton named the team alphabetically, with Z at the very end, practically at the bottom. Having joined recently and with limited experience, he naturally had no chance of being "promoted further."

Sallyman continued, "Don't be fooled by how impressive Team W looks; in reality, it's all just for show."

Her voice echoed in the empty cabin: "The fertility-inducing technology is firmly controlled by headquarters, kept under tight control. Even Tristan and the others may not know who is behind the six-piece set."