After I Retired, the Mecha I Built Was Requisitioned by the Country.

My materials are destined to be useful, even scrap metal can become tall! Former special forces soldier Lu Yunfan squatted at the Liaodong scrap station, using his left hand as a belt from a Type 59 tank, and his right hand holding a welding gun to transform a drone takeout box. This was not a performance art, but a hard-core daily routine bound by a mysterious system. When his live broadcast of making graphene from scrap iron topped the list of hot searches, the wig of a spy from a certain country was scorched by electromagnetic pulses, and the pearl earrings of a female war reporter exploded into popcorn. Even the military held an emergency seminar overnight on how to recruit civil servants to become academicians. In the past, Li Bai suspected that there was frost on the ground, but today there is Yunfan making a fuss about it with a welding gun; in ancient times, Xin Qiji pushed the pine tree away and said, now we see the blacksmith beating the mecha wolf angrily. When the clone cultivation chamber lit up with blue light on the sea surface, and exoskeleton armor and titanium alloy prosthetics collided passionately in the scrap metal pile, the No. 1 Junk king in Liaodong sneered with a welding rod in his mouth: Do you want the blueprints? Please help me lift the permanent ban on the live broadcast room first! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.