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

A weapons factory?

Peng Yue couldn't help but feel a want to laugh inside.

The government had barely disappeared for half a year, and someone was already brazenly setting up a weapons factory?

He subconsciously thought the other party was just joking, but the nearly identical standard-issue revolvers in their hands clearly weren't made by manpower alone.

The gun itself is actually not that difficult to make.

Especially the barrel, the difficulty of which is far lower than most people would imagine; nearly any hollow metal tube could be used as a barrel.

Of course, whether it would explode and kill the shooter when fired, that was a different matter.

The most difficult part is just the rifling inside it.

If one didn't have machinery and relied solely on manpower, it would probably take at least two months to make a single barrel.

Therefore, to mass-produce barrels with rifling, one would certainly need the help of machinery.

In other words, one would definitely need a factory.

He had already closely inspected the construction of the revolver earlier, and aside from the barrel, the processing of other parts also belonged to the top level of homemade firearm craftsmanship.

That is to say, this factory could not only mass-produce barrels but also produce other parts.

This means the scale of the factory couldn't be small.

It must have a sufficient number of machines.

As for raw materials, Peng Yue thought about it, and it seemed like there was an industrial zone to the west of the city center, those factories probably had plenty of steel.

Thinking this way, it seemed that the only problem was electricity.

All that equipment couldn't be powered by just a few civilian generators, unless—

"Does your safe zone include a power station?"

A trace of shock flashed in Peng Yue's eyes, which quickly turned to admiration when he saw the other party nod.

"How did you manage that?"

He immediately asked.

His tone was somewhat urgent and a bit curious.

And the Peng family brothers who were gathered around him were completely dumbstruck, their eyes wide open as they stared at Big Beard and Hou Shubin.

Even Peng Liu, who had been skeptical all along, was somewhat shaken.

Could everything these two men said be true?

A safe zone in the city center?

But to say there wasn't one, the resolute expression on the faces of the two men didn't seem feigned, and the workmanship of the two revolvers was clearly more refined than the homemade guns the Peng family brothers were carrying.

A factory dedicated to manufacturing weapons was one thing.

And there was even a power station?

Peng Liu couldn't help but look up at the energy-saving light tube above, flickering due to the unstable voltage, like a candle that could be blown out at any moment.

Although they had generators, the diesel fuel they used for power was nearly depleted.

In another ten to fifteen days, they might have to turn off the lights.

It was simply too costly to keep on.

By contrast, a safe zone with its own power station probably didn't have to worry about this issue.

After all, Sanjiang City constructed quite a few hydroelectric power stations along the Huanhshi River.

At least four or five, big and small.

Damn it...

Envious.

By now, gradually no one doubted what Big Beard had said; instead, a strong sense of longing showed on everyone's faces.

"At your place, you're not lacking food, are you?"

A brawny man standing behind Peng Yue suddenly asked.

"Is there meat?"

Before Big Beard could respond, Hou Shubin, who had already eaten three apples, patted his belly and let out a satisfied belch, "Meat?"

"Heh heh, I almost forgot about that bit."

"Beard?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Big Beard, clearly seeking his opinion.

The two of them had brought backpacks when they came down from the vehicle.

For the sake of moving faster, one was lost at the store while saving Wang Wei, and the remaining one had been on Hou Shubin's back the whole time.

And now, this backpack, because of the conflict just now, had not been checked when they entered.

It was now lying at the foot of Hou Shubin.

"Hmm, take it out and show it to Big Peng," he said.

Big Beard didn't hesitate, nodded in agreement, and directly accepted Hou Shubin's suggestion.

"Alright then!"

"I'm going to open it now!"

As he spoke, Hou Shubin unzipped the backpack to reveal a few bags of instant noodles that had been crushed, as well as two cans of seafood that he had bought from the store just this morning.

One was filled with fish meat, the other with shrimp meat.

Pshww.

The blade pierced through the lid.

The enticing aroma of meat spread through the air, carried by the juices leaking out from the gaps.
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Everyone's attention was immediately captured by the slowly-opening can, their covetous gazes almost longing to lean in and lick it.

Peng Yue was the most composed, after all, it was just a can.

Who hasn't eaten a few cans before?

But that was in the past.

Whether downtown or the suburbs, any place with a large stockpile of materials used to be where the largest crowds gathered.

Now, that meant hordes of zombies, mutants, and Mutant Beasts.

The inherent dangers went without saying.

Therefore, even for him as the leader of the convoy, this can was a rare and precious resource.

And yet this precious item appeared in the possession of two cannon fodder?

There were two possibilities.

Either the man with the Big Beard in front of them was lying and wasn't an employee of any company, just a refugee scamming his way across the land.

Or, the company he referred to was indeed powerful enough not to care about a mere can of food.

Which answer would it be?

Just as Peng Yue was pondering this question, a man's exclamation suddenly rang out beside him:

"Don't these cans look a little strange to you?"

"There's nothing on the box?"

Everyone was startled, then quickly snapped out of their craving for the fish and fixed their eyes on the metal box of the can.

Indeed, other than a row of small letters, there were almost no patterns at all.

"Zhang's Group..."

"First Canning Factory..."

"Production date... 2042... March 17th?!"

Peng Yue squinted at the small print, but his exclamation escaped when he saw the last date.

"This can was produced just yesterday?"

"You produced it yourselves!"

His eyes were full of disbelief as he looked at Big Beard, who simply nodded nonchalantly.

Hou Shubin, sitting cross-legged with a smug look, said:

"Now do you believe it?"

"Our boss has plenty of food."

"These two cans were what the two of us bought from the company's trading post yesterday."

"We spent quite a few hundred on them!"

A man with sallow skin and a sullen expression next to Peng Yue immediately caught the keyword.

"A few hundred?"

"Shen Zhou currency can still be used in your area?"

His remark immediately reminded the brothers in the living room, all of whom pricked up their ears to hear the response to this question.

Shen Zhou currency was now basically as worthless as scrap paper, easy to find everywhere.

If it could be used to exchange for resources—

But the hope that had just started to rise in the hearts of the Peng family brothers was extinguished in an instant by a remark from Hou Shubin.

"Shen Zhou currency?"

"That thing is useless!"

"It's too hard even for wiping your ass, only good to be used as kindling for a fire at night."