Weapons

It has been four or five days since Lu Chuan had accepted the biochemical plant, and he had adapted to the apocalypse.

At this moment, Lu Chuan was no longer afraid of the apocalypse like before. Instead, he was curious and full of expectations.

Lu Chuan moved a chair and sat on the unutilized second floor of the biochemical plant.

The second floor was a mess; there were discarded steel bars, bricks, and other debris everywhere.

Behind Lu Chuan was Police Zombie 04 and ten construction worker zombies.

Among the 20 zombies produced, they were the most powerful. They were tall, and beneath the decaying flesh were fierce and powerful muscles, which were abnormally developed.

It was only natural to use them as his bodyguards in the apocalypse.

The remaining zombies, whether it was the alluring female nurse zombies, the intellectual white-collar zombie, or the engineer zombie, were all sent out by Lu Chuan to join Zombie 03 in accumulating wealth for Lu Chuan.

Facing the unknown, Lu Chuan could only improve himself.

"This dilapidated apocalyptic scenery has a kind of beauty."

Lu Chuan leaned back in his chair and looked out at the sun in the apocalypse. He raised his legs and was at ease.

Lu Chuan didn't know what was happening in the distance.

The construction site was in the center of the city, and with the scale of the zombies here, and roughly five years since it had happened, the survivors would have left the city and evacuated to places with fewer zombies.

In the short term, he wouldn't be seeing any survivors here.

Retracting his gaze, he could only see half of the construction site from this angle, but the streets outside could still be viewed clearly. Groups of corpses were still stirring; their behavior had remained unchanged for several years.

There weren't any powerful zombies in the construction site yet, so it was still considered safe.

Lu Chuan dared to appear on the second floor because he had adjusted to the environment and had acted without fear.

But…

Lu Chuan was a little strange now.

If a survivor saw Lu Chuan, his eyes would fall out in surprise.

Two tall zombies were standing guard behind a living person, and they weren't even moving. Moreover, this living person was leaning on his chair leisurely, enjoying the sunshine.

This scene was strange and unbelievable.

In the apocalypse, who didn't hide as far as possible from the zombies? Zombies and people, or rather, zombies and living creatures were in absolute opposition during the apocalypse.

This kind of antagonism couldn't be mediated, let alone harmonized.

Of course, Lu Chuan wouldn't think about whether it was strange or not. No matter how strange it was, was it stranger than owning this biochemical plant?

Sitting in the chair, Lu Chuan seemed to be at ease, but in reality, he wasn't.

In the face of the crisis, Lu Chuan had always been cautious.

However, he was tired of staying in the boss's office and had wanted to get some fresh air.

Zombies manufactured by the biochemical plant were no different from ordinary zombies, regardless of strength or form. If he used a zombie that hadn't been modified to deal with a crisis, naturally, his chances of winning wouldn't be very high.

"The zombies have to be modified."

......

Zombie 07 staggered to a place where an iron plate was placed, and his two hollow eyes turned.

The jet-black hands with long nails finally stretched out, firmly grasping one of the iron plates measuring six meters in length and three meters in width. The next moment, he struggled to drag the iron plate.

A zombie's power could be fully utilized.

However, the evolution of a zombies' power came from humans. Even if the human used 100% of his power, there were some things that cannot be changed.

Can a human carry a gigantic boulder of around ten thousand catties?

In front of him, Zombie 07 was doing something beyond the scope of his ability.

Lu Chuan wanted to cover his face. His intelligence needed to be increased. The iron plate was about three to five hundred catties. Could he move it?

Besides, such a thing was useless to him now.

The storage space wasn't that great. If he could bring things from modern times, he could order a batch of armor and knives for them to use immediately.

It wouldn't be the situation now, where everything had to be done bit by bit.

Yes, Lu Chuan wanted to arm his zombie underlings.

They were manufactured as ordinary zombies, but don't forget one thing: they had a human boss. With a human's thinking, he could greatly increase their ability.

Since he couldn't bring things from modern times, Lu Chuan's plan was to use the materials on hand.

This was a construction site. Before the apocalypse, it was still operating, and thus had many things Lu Chuan found useful.

The equipment left exposed on the construction site was definitely not usable after being dormant for five years.

But some equipment was stored in the storehouse on the construction site, and many of these equipment and tools could be used.

An instruction was issued for Zombie 07 to abandon the iron plate. After several mistakes, Zombie 07 finally dragged an iron plate that was more than one meter long and 30cm wide toward the warehouse.

It wasn't just Zombie 07, there were a few zombies on the construction site that were behaving abnormally. They carried some useful things to and from the construction site and storehouse.

Lu Chuan divided the zombies into two groups. One group continued to find "wealth" for him, and the other group carried out his armory plan.

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The warehouse on the first floor of the biochemical plant…

Using the electricity in the biochemical plant, Lu Chuan successfully started a cutting machine. He watched the grinding wheel rotate at a high speed, and a piece of iron sheet was cut to the size Lu Chuan needed.

The existence of the biochemical plant was originally a bug. It was completely soundproofed, and no noise from within could be heard outside.

Pieces of iron plates and iron sheets were cut out by Lu Chuan.

These would be made into guards.

In addition to these were thick rebars. Lu Chuan only picked 50mm rebars; he cut them to a size of 1.2 meters and sharpened them.

One could be used as a stick or a pike.

Limited by the conditions, that was the extent of the weapons.

Of course, there were a lot of good things in the storehouse, and Lu Chuan had found a rather good secret weapon. When the time came to use it, the effect would surprise Lu Chuan.

"06, come here."

Lu Chuan beckoned with his hand, and a citizen zombie who had been standing like a piece of wood not far away came over and stopped in front of Lu Chuan stiffly.

The high degree of decay and the disgusting stench almost caused Lu Chuan to vomit.

At such a close distance, Lu Chuan felt his legs shaking and his heart beating wildly.

Without experience, it was impossible to know and endure this kind of feeling.

How did it feel for a zombie to be so close? Rotten carrion and hideous features; almost all the seven orifices were filled with dark, unknown liquid; hollow eyes and blackened or smoke-yellow teeth in their mouths.

The smell they gave off made his stomach tremble. Anyone who didn't vomit was an elite.

No matter how bad it was, Lu Chuan could only endure it.

With a trembling hand, Lu Chuan hung the two connected pieces of iron over Zombie 06's neck, covering his front and back with the iron. That wasn't all—there was also an iron basin buckled on his head, acting as a helmet.

A 1.2m long, 50mm wide rebar was held by Zombie 06.

Finally, the outfit was complete. Lu Chuan stepped back and admired his masterpiece.

A zombie with an iron plate hung on the front and back, wearing an iron basin, and holding the rebar of a steel spear in hand. This image… wasn't beautiful, but practical

This kind of preparation was enough to defeat ordinary zombies.