Chapter 230, They’re So Professional

Chapter 230, They're So Professional

Li Yanhong's voice came through the radio.

Compared to before, her tone was steadier, more like a leader of a faction.

With the change in the environment, everyone was changing.

Maybe you couldn't feel it yourself, but others could definitely notice some of it.

The repair shop publicly traded materials.

If someone wanted to trade, there would surely be others who thought of robbing or stealing some.

In the apocalypse, order no longer existed.

Robbing resources, forcing survivors to lure zombies away, these were no longer new tactics.

The fact that the repair shop was willing to trade excess materials rather than steal them.

Made many people think they were stupid, brainwashed by the talk of unity from the central station.

After Li Yanhong's slightly warning tone.

The radio fell silent for two to three seconds.

Then someone said, "Wow, how did we make her angry just by chatting?"

"I'm putting this out here, anyone who messes with the repair shop's big sister, I won't stand for it."

"That's not what you were saying earlier."

Many people chimed in, the channel filled with chaotic chatter.

At that moment, Ma Zhiyong's voice came over the channel.

"When does the exchange start?"

Li Yanhong replied, "In three days. I'll inform you of the location when the time comes."

"Got it."

After they finished talking, a few seconds passed.

Then someone spoke again.

"Damn, is Flame God really selling armored vehicles?"

"With such a good offer, I'd trade too."

Ma Zhiyong's voice came out again.

"I have gold in hand, not trading for an armored vehicle."

Uh...

Even though armored vehicles and firearms, as they said on the channel, might not dare to be used in the city.

They still held enough deterrent power against other survivors.

No one would dare to rob the repair shop, nor would they dare go against Flame God.

Wu Heng sat in the car, listening for a while. Li Yanhong was safe, and the trade with other shelters was set for three days later.

So, she should be back tomorrow or the day after.

Seeing nothing else of importance, he turned off the vehicle radio.

He instructed the skeletons to guard the factory, then returned to his place.

...

After dinner.

Wen Mansa rested her head on his lap and said, "Today, two men went to 'Burke's' place."

Burke was the rogue in his squad.

During the Warhammer Party's attack, Wu Heng had directly killed him.

His body was lost in the chaos, and no one knew where it ended up.

His cause of death hadn't been revealed, they only delivered the compensation to his family.

Now it seemed the people who gave him orders were confirming his status.

"Did you find out who it was?" Wu Heng looked down at her.

"No, they avoided us when we got to the inner city." Wen Mansa shifted her body and continued, "But we've narrowed down the area they live in. I've arranged for more people to investigate. Once they show up again, we'll be able to pinpoint their residence."

Wu Heng was somewhat disappointed they hadn't identified the person.

He feared they might sense something and either leave or take further action.

But there was no choice. Gang members were like that, you couldn't expect too much from them.

"It's fine, just keep an eye on it." Wu Heng reached into her clothes and gently started to caress her.

Wen Mansa twisted a bit, continuing, "Did you send Duke to patrol my area?"

"Yeah, why?" Wu Heng asked back.

He had indeed told Duke to patrol the streets if there was nothing else to do.

"It's nothing, just that Duke shows up earlier than me every day. If this keeps up, he might end up as a core member of the gang." Wen Mansa joked with a smile.

"The Guild hasn't been assigning us tasks lately, having him help you gives him something to do."

"No complaints, Duke's been pretty good." Wen Mansa still smiled.

The two of them chatted downstairs for a while.

As the night deepened, they went upstairs to rest.

...

The next morning.

In the Guild's squad resting room.

Wu Heng sat in front of the sofa, across from the owners of the armor shop and weapon shop.

The armor shop owner spread out a blueprint on the table and said, "Captain, here's our design. We plan to recycle damaged armor from the Warhammer Party, extract the black iron inside, and smelt it with local iron ore to produce a batch of iron-gray armor. The defense will be stronger, though the weight will also increase."

He glanced cautiously at Wu Heng, continuing, "Miss Wen Mansa has already approved this plan, just waiting for your approval."

Wu Heng glanced at the blueprint, the iron-gray color scheme was distinct from the Iron Guard Knights, and it looked pretty good.

The design was acceptable, but the material supply was limited.

"What happens when we run out of this material?"

The armor shop owner took out a second blueprint, "This is the modified full-body leather armor. Iron plates have been added to the chest and waist, which greatly improves defense."

The full-body armor was intended for skeleton minions.

Regular soldiers would find it too restrictive for movement.

Wu Heng took another look and nodded, "Alright, if Wen Mansa's approved it, I don't have any issues. You can start anytime."

"Thank you, Captain." The armor shop owner smiled.

Then the weapon shop owner spoke up. He didn't bring any blueprints since weapon specs were fixed.

He simply said, "Captain, we've already started production. Recently, we recovered a batch of crossbows in good condition and quality. Do you want them?"

"Did you bring them?" Wu Heng asked.

"No, bringing crossbows into the Guild wouldn't be appropriate."

Wu Heng stood up, "Alright, let's go to your shop and take a look."

They walked to the weapon shop.

The shop was still fairly empty, with nothing much on the shelves.

The owner led him to the back and handed over a crossbow, "It was sold by a gang, and there's no issue with its use."

Wu Heng inspected it and passed it to Fireblade behind him.

He strung the bow, notched an arrow.

With a thud, the arrow pierced through the wooden target ahead.

"How many do you have?" Wu Heng asked.

"We recovered 12 in total."

"What's the price? How much for these used ones?"

"The price of crossbows doesn't fluctuate much, I'll give them to you at 40 silver coins each."

"Alright, I'll take them all." Wu Heng said decisively.

Although they said the crossbows were sold by a gang, they seemed more like leftovers from the battle with the Warhammer Party, or perhaps they were looted from another faction.

The crossbows showed little wear, likely used only a few times.

The shop owner nodded and had the crossbows and arrows brought out.

Wu Heng stored them in his space ring and handed over the appropriate silver coins.

After settling the transaction.

He continued, "Speed up production on the weapons. I'll have Wen Mansa send someone to inspect them later."

"Understood."

After briefly exchanging a few more words with both owners.

Wu Heng left the shop.

...

On his way back.

He stopped by to check on the renovations at Golden Cat.

The entire exterior of the building was fenced off, with workers clearing the garbage inside.

Several residents stood at a distance, quietly discussing.

Guessing what kind of business the shop would be.

Wu Heng took a distant glance, with no intention of going over.

He took a detour and headed straight home.

After lunch, he used the portal to go to the zombie world.

...

3 PM.

Beep beep beep~!

A car horn sounded.

The skeletons blocking the gate moved aside to open a path.

The convoy drove into the factory area, slowly parking in the open space.

Li Yanhong jumped off the bus and walked straight over.

"Tomorrow at the county's bus station, we're trading materials with the other shelters. There might be some people with bad intentions, we'll need you to help keep things in order."

"Alright, I'll come with you." Wu Heng asked, "Will there be many people?"

"Some will probably show up, but I'm not sure how many." Li Yanhong thought for a moment before replying.

There had been heated discussions on the radio, but it was uncertain how many would actually come.

Most roads were still occupied by zombies, after

all.

"We'll see when the time comes. I've prepared some flour in the warehouse. We'll take it as barter." Wu Heng said.

"Flour? Did you find it in a nearby factory?"

"Don't worry about it. Have Qiangzi and the others load it onto the truck." Wu Heng said.

"Alright." Li Yanhong didn't ask further and signaled Qiangzi and the others to follow Wu Heng's directions to the warehouse.

The warehouse door opened, revealing neatly stacked bags of flour inside.

"Put that cigarette out. No open flames here, got it?" Wang Chengang quickly snuffed out the cigarette in someone's mouth.

Li Yanhong realized as well, "Load the flour onto the trucks and be careful, no open flames."

"Got it, Sister Hong."

The group responded in unison, starting to load the flour onto the trucks.

...

Wu Heng, on the other side, made some arrangements with the skeletons.

Big Head No. 2 stayed behind with nearly ten thousand skeleton soldiers to guard the factory.

This place needed to remain occupied.

Several warehouses of solar panels and the entire factory area would still be useful later.

So, even if they left, they had to protect it.

The zombie horde wouldn't come.

But survivors might see the place unguarded and decide to loot everything.

"All done." Li Yanhong walked over.

"Everything's set on my end too. Let's go, better to arrive early."

Li Yanhong nodded and boarded the bus with him.

The convoy started up and left the factory area.

...

Night had fallen.

As they neared the bus station, the street lights along the road had been replaced with solar panels, illuminating a hundred-meter radius on either side of the gate.

As soon as the convoy approached, the gates of the bus station opened.

The convoy slowly drove in.

Everyone got to work, some unloading the supplies, while a few people reported the latest situation to Li Yanhong.

Once everything was unloaded, everyone returned to their rooms to rest.

Knock knock knock~!

There was a soft knock at the door.

When the door opened, a figure in pajamas with short hair hanging loosely stood there.

Li Yanhong made a shushing gesture, carefully stepping inside and closing the door.

Wu Heng picked her up and placed her on the bed.

...

The next day.

Two modified SUVs drove into the county's commercial district.

The driver, a man with loose hair, said, "Bro, do you really believe the repair shop has that much stuff? What if we end up making this trip for nothing?"

Next to him sat a middle-aged man with a thick beard, who pulled out a crumpled cigarette pack, tapped out half a cigarette, and lit it.

"If it's for nothing, then it's for nothing. If it's real, we can trade for some food. If we're late, others will have already traded for it." He took a deep drag and continued, "Flame God has armored vehicles. I bet she'll eventually trade them for resources."

"Do you really believe that? I don't. No one in their right mind would trade food for gold right now."

He silently added in his heart, and anyone who believes that is an idiot.

As they passed an intersection.

Both men's eyes widened slightly.

The road became clear, though the ground was stained with blood, there wasn't a single zombie in sight.

This was the main road of the county.

No zombies?

Slow down, there are people up ahead.

Screech~!

The car began to decelerate.

Up ahead, abandoned cars blocked both sides of the road.

In the middle, a checkpoint allowed only one vehicle to pass at a time.

Several humans wearing anti-piercing suits, helmets, and holding... crossbows signaled for them to stop.

"Bro, should we stop?"

"Yeah, we're here for a reason."

Both cars came to a stop.

Behind the checkpoint, someone quickly walked over.

"Up ahead is the repair shop's shelter. Are you here to trade?"

"Damn, bro, they're so professional."