You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

Every survivor brought into the safe zone would witness such a scene.

Zombies in uniforms were bustling about inside.

Security guards, workers, even those figures climbing up the telephone poles to maintain and repair the circuits were zombies.

These zombies undertook nearly all of the lower-level work within the safe zone.

Day or night, passing by any construction site, large or small, one could hear the clinking and clanking of the zombie workers.

After the initial shock wore off, the calm survivors quickly noticed something different about these zombies.

Compared to the zombies outside, the ones in the company were obviously more agile and intelligent.

And this change seemed to be happening outside as well.

As scavengers who needed to wander outside every day, no one understood the changes happening to the zombies better than they did.

Not every zombie would become a Type-T Variant.

Their changes were subtle.

Take their wounds, for example.

These wounds, left for various reasons, remained in an almost rotting state for the first month.

Putrefying flesh and foul pus had almost become the sole characteristics of the zombies.

But now, it was different.

The wounds had healed.

Even though they still looked and smelled like decaying meat, they no longer seemed as if they would fall apart after a few steps.

This led to the shattering of some people's illusions once and for all.

Zombies would not just die off on their own.

Then came the emergence of the Type-T Variant zombies.

It was a departure from the ordinary zombie's frail and gaunt appearance, looking like an overinflated balloon, corpulent and strong.

And currently, there were already three such zombies.

In the future, there would undoubtedly be more.

"They can evolve, what does that mean?"

He glanced at Liu Bing, who was full of scorn, and shook his head helplessly, "Big Brother Bing, haven't you figured it out yet?"

Liu Bing's expression instantly turned ugly.

But before he had the chance to speak, Gao Feng had already spoken for him.

"It means we will never be short of prey."

"Correct!"

"Sister Feng is so quick-witted, haha."

Lin Mo looked at Gao Feng with admiration. His judgement was right; this woman's thinking was more clear-headed than most men present.

It seemed the position of vice-captain was hers alone.

But Gao Feng did not show any sign of happiness; on the contrary, she became more mocking.

"Lin Mo."

"You haven't gone mad, have you?"

"No matter how much the reward is, you have to be alive to spend it. Do you think you have that kind of luck?"

The woman's words were very direct.

It was as though the words 'overestimating oneself' were written on her face.

Liu Bing next to her had the same expression. Both had heard about the heavy casualties suffered by Lin Mo's team before they arrived.

But Lin Mo did not show any anger at her words.

He only looked at them both calmly and countered with a question:

"How do you know I don't?"

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(Is that long enough?)

The next day dawned bright and sunny.

It was now September, and fall had arrived.

As a city along the river in the southern part of Shen Zhou, Sanjiang City did not experience much temperature change; it was still oppressively hot.

The workshop was like a furnace, suffocatingly so.

"What?"

"Custom equipment?"

Zhou Hongbing furrowed his brows, his face showing some confusion.

In front of him, reporting the situation was a zombie, whose full-face helmet made its already deep voice even more muffled.

"Yes... he... he said send... a few four... board... four organs..."

"Pat... photographed..."

The zombie's voice was somewhat hard to understand.

Stammering like a child who had just learned to speak.

Factory Director Zhou listened over and over for a long while, finally making sense of it, the meaning was that those people were sent by the chairman.

However, custom equipment was something that had never been done before.

Could they be from the Combat Department?

Thinking this, he immediately had the security guard lead the way outside, and soon they saw a group of about a dozen men standing at the main entrance.

The leader was a man in his thirties with deep-set eyes, giving off a somewhat indifferent air.

That was, after all, the most common expression among survivors these days.

They would keep their guard up subconsciously.

No matter who it was.

"You must be Factory Director Zhou?"

Before Zhou Hongbing had a chance to ask anything, the man smiled faintly and extended his hand to him.

"My name is Lin Mo."

"I am the captain of the newly formed Hunter Squad."

Hunters.

It's all in the name.

As Zhang Ye would say, it's about hunting in this city filled with forests of steel.

And their prey would naturally be those mutant zombies and Mutant Beasts.

Zhou Hongbing was momentarily stunned, then shook the hand before him and replied with a smile, "I am Zhou Hongbing, the director of this machinery factory."

The machinery factory was the official name used by the company.

But the survivors below privately called it an armory.

While the two men talked, the people following Lin Mo looked around, their eyes filled with excitement.

They had actually entered the legendary armory?

Lin Mo really hadn't lied.

Liu Bing, who had been quite irritable in the room before, now appeared exceedingly docile, and his submissive demeanor, combined with his large stature, looked quite comical.

He didn't find anything wrong with his behavior.

He was even somewhat proud of himself. Find your next read on empire

Pride?

How much was it worth?

Could it be exchanged for food or guns?

He was now a company man, having just had a meal at the cafeteria in Zone Three before coming here.

If this were in the past—

It would have been good to even have saliva to swallow, let alone eat.

The only pity was that there was no fixed salary, only task rewards and some other benefits.

For instance, they could have weaponry custom-made at the armory.

This privilege was granted by Zhang Ye, intended to maximize everyone's abilities and thereby increase their chances of survival and task completion rates.

Upon learning of Lin Mo and his team's request, Zhou Hongbing immediately took them to the storeroom.

A crooked knife.

An axe for chopping wood.

A stainless steel short spear over a meter long.

Almost any weapon they could think of was here.

Even in the farthest corner, there were more than a dozen old-fashioned shotguns.

Liu Bing and the others' eyes suddenly lit up.

These were real treasures.

Shotguns.

But as they were looking through them, they suddenly became puzzled, why were they placed in the back?

And the quantity was not that many, either.

Zhou Hongbing quickly noticed their gaze.

He glanced at the antiques in the corner, smiling as he explained, "Those have been phased out; the Combat Department no longer uses them."

"If you want them, there are a few new ones in Warehouse No.2."

"Just need to ask permission from the higher-ups."

Zhou Hongbing was always cautious in his work.

Indeed, the group before him had come in with a pass from the Combat Department.

But to be on the safe side, he decided to send a radio message to the base to check before starting work officially.

This place was of utmost importance to the company—extra caution could never hurt.