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

The man's pitiful cries didn't elicit any sympathy from anyone.

The survivors wearing smiley face masks continued busily with their work, without even turning their heads.

Meanwhile, a garbage truck slowly made its way from a distance.

Red Hair quickly stepped aside to make way for it.

There was no sign of his earlier arrogance.

Since he wasn't dead, he obviously had to make plans for staying alive.

It was always prudent to be a bit cautious when speaking and acting on someone else's turf.

But just as the garbage truck brushed past him, Red Hair suddenly noticed that the person pushing the cart was also wearing a mask.

It was the same smiling face.

He immediately became puzzled. Could this be some sort of identity marker?

Before he could observe further, someone behind him urged,

"What's the hold-up?" Stay connected through empire

"Our boss is getting impatient. You're going to be in for it!"

"Hurry up!"

Red Hair quickly acknowledged and hurriedly trotted to catch up with the man ahead.

Soon he arrived in the living room of a villa and saw Zhang Ye again.

"Sit."

"And introduce yourself."

"My name is Zhang Ye, but you can also call me Director Zhang."

The man in front of him was smiling at him, giving off an extremely approachable vibe.

Red Hair cautiously glanced around. Besides them, there was only the woman he had seen earlier, now wearing a different set of clothes.

She sat down close to Zhang Ye, her beautiful eyes full of scrutiny.

"Director Zhang?"

"So young to be a boss?"

"My name is Zhou Hongbing, just an ordinary worker, haha."

No sooner had Zhou Hongbing finished speaking than the woman said with a teasing tone,

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"Aren't you being too modest?"

"Ordinary workers don't have the guts like you to make guns in secret."

Zhang Ye's eyes flickered with astonishment, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes.

What did Ai Bing mean by that?

And Zhou Hongbing, sitting opposite the two, suddenly contracted his pupils, and then his entire demeanor became dangerous.

Ai Bing, as if she hadn't noticed the change in him, continued,

"Making guns isn't remarkably difficult."

"If it's just a hobby, making a gun isn't anything special."

"But making three or four at a time?"

"And hiding out in a parts factory that obviously stopped working a long time ago?"

She stopped there, looking at Zhou Hongbing with interest, and as expected, his expression became a bit flustered.

Zhang Ye, hearing this, finally understood.

Zhou Hongbing was not a worker at all, but the boss of that factory.

He had intentionally closed the factory and then hidden inside to manufacture guns.

Most likely, he did so with the intention of trafficking them.

After all, in Shen Zhou, a country with strict gun prohibitions, trafficking firearms and ammunition was hugely profitable.

Coming to this realization, Zhang Ye could hardly contain his excitement.

This Mr. Zhou was indeed talented!

He must be secured!

What did such a person care about most?

Undoubtedly, it was money.

For money, he could take risks like making guns in secret.

What did that mean?

As long as there was money, he could be put to work for oneself.

The money from the past was now worthless, and the only thing of value were resources.

Resources?

Zhang Ye's eyes flashed with a confident look.

He had plenty of resources!

Moreover, the other party was currently on his territory!

"Zhou Hongbing."

"At this point, I won't beat around the bush."

"Work for me, and you can not only stay alive, but also live better than before."

"I have plenty of supplies here."

"And if you need, getting a woman is also possible."

Zhang Ye stopped here and waited quietly for the other's answer.

Zhou Hongbing's answer was just as straightforward.

He rolled his eyes and said dismissively,

"Ask me?"

"Do I get a say?"

"Anyway, this is your turf; do I have any other choice but to listen to you?"

Zhang Ye laughed heartily and replied decisively,

"No."

"So shall we start work tomorrow?"

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Early the next morning, Zhou Hongbing, who had just woken up from the hotel, was kicked out of his room by Xu Lin, who dragged him off the bed.

Half an hour later, the two arrived at an open space in the base.

A few employees from the energy department were wiring up.

Two lathes that had been brought from the factory overnight were already in front of him.

Besides these, there were also heaps of materials for making guns.

Steel tubes, screws, springs, and so on.

Before Zhou Hongbing could say anything, the lathe in front of him rumbled into operation.

Seeing this, Xu Lin immediately looked at him with a smile.

"Brother Zhou, it's your turn."

"I have to remind you, it's best not to make mistakes."

"Otherwise, with Zhang Ye's temperament, you'd probably not get a second chance."

Zhou Hongbing felt a chill in his heart and subconsciously glanced again at the busy employees.

He had found out yesterday.

These employees, who seemed no different from normal people, were actually zombies.

And the master of these zombies was the real power holder of the entire villa area and the hidden boss behind them.

Zhang Ye.

He nodded silently.

Four pre-arranged zombie workers had already come closer.

Amidst the roar of the machinery, different types of materials slowly changed shape and eventually took the form of a handgun under Zhou Hongbing's assembly.

And this whole process took less than two days.

"Xu Lin, you give it a try."

Zhang Ye fiddled with it for a while and then directly ignored Ai Bing's expectant gaze, passing the gun to Xu Lin, who was also well-versed in firearms.

Zhou Hongbing then took out the bullets he had prepared and placed them on the table.

"These are all the bullets."

"After all, I'm just one person; my efficiency can't be that high."

Xu Lin nodded, examined the gun in his hand for a moment, then aimed at a target about twenty meters away.

A zombie tied up to a wooden post.

As he pulled the trigger, a gunshot exploded in everyone's ear!

That familiar sound of gunfire!

At the same time, Xu Lin's wrist jerked violently, and the gun nearly flew out of his hand due to the powerful recoil!

The zombie appeared to be unharmed.

Clearly, he missed.

Xu Lin looked a little embarrassed, muttered an apology, and then raised the handgun again.

Bang!

The zombie's head burst open instantly!

The mix of red and white sprayed out like a celestial maiden scattering flowers!

Zhou Hongbing watched the scene from afar with satisfaction, while Zhang Ye and the others exchanged glances involuntarily, a look of pleasant surprise on their faces.

To make such quality homemade guns with just two lathes?

(Utter nonsense, folks, please don't take it seriously, just enjoy the story for fun.)

What kind of talent is this?

It's clearly a treasure!

Zhang Ye didn't say another word and immediately called Xu Lin over.

"From today onwards,"

"Zhou Hongbing is the head of our company's weapons research and development department."

"Inform the hotel to arrange the best room for him and serve him the same standard of three meals a day as you guys have."