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

Chapter 109 Are all these guns made by you?

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"Let's go."

"Take us to the warehouse."

At Zhang Ye's command, the red-haired man was immediately dragged up by Ding Zhixiong and Lachang and shoved to walk in front.

The factory wasn't big.

Less than two hundred meters west from the entrance was the warehouse.

The door was also covered with red rust, and there was no chain.

Before the red-haired man could react, he was pushed inside by Ding Zhixiong.

"What are you doing!"

The red-haired man got up from the ground and asked furiously.

But the people outside didn't speak. Instead, they peeked around the doorway for a long while until they confirmed there were no traps before they entered.

Zhang Ye looked at the red-haired man who had quieted down again with some surprise, not expecting this man to be unexpectedly compliant.

"Boss, we've checked everything."

"All is normal."

Ding Zhixiong said, approaching with a fawning look on his face.

Zhang Ye nodded, and soon someone found the guns mentioned by the red-haired man.

There were three in total.

Surprisingly, their appearances and structures differed greatly.

The smallest one was clearly a pistol.

Its matte-finished body looked quite textured, and it felt heavy in hand, with a very compact overall structure, without any looseness.

Xu Lin picked it up curiously and tried it, but in the end, he found that this thing had no bullets.

It fired steel balls.

He was a bit disappointed and put down the pistol.

The other two guns were designed like standard rifles, the narrow barrels looked quite threatening.

They also had no bullets.

Steel balls as well.

Steel balls were actually a product from the model gun era years ago.

(Pure fabrication, brothers in the know, please don't mind.)

This material was easy to obtain, simple to make, and had a certain lethality, so it quickly became a favorite among many gun enthusiasts.

But Zhang Ye did not want some model guns.

He wanted real guns.

Actual firearms.

Only these could rapidly increase the company's strength, thereby dominating the entire Sanjiang City and even the province of Longjiang.

"Is this all?"

"You're not playing with me, are you?"

Zhang Ye listlessly threw the steel-ball guns on the ground, his suspicious gaze turning toward the redhead.

The redhead's eyes flickered, but he retorted:

"You're not unaware of our Shen Zhou's rules."

"Bringing out real guns is against the law."

"So it's just steel balls."

But as soon as he finished speaking, the tall woman by the man's side suddenly interjected:

"Not true."

"You're lying."

She said this as she picked up the double-barreled shotgun the man had previously used and sniffed it.

There was still a strong smell of gunpowder at the barrel.

Clearly, it had not fired steel balls.

From its design, the double-barreled shotgun also appeared to be homemade, even using the same steel as the three steel-ball guns on the ground.

Even the material of the wooden gunstocks seemed to be the same.

Clearly, they were all made by the same hand.

(Folks on the outside, pure fabrication, brothers don't take it seriously.)

But in this factory, other than this middle-aged man with dyed red hair, there were no other survivors. So, who else could be the maker of these guns?

"You made these guns."

"Right?"

The redhead stiffened, then he laughed.

"Little girl."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Making guns is a crime. I'm just an ordinary worker."

Seeing his expression that said I will not admit it, what will you do to me, Zhang Ye immediately laughed and patted his shoulder, saying:

"I say, Mr. Alternative Uncle."

"Since you dared to shoot at people, you must be aware of the current situation outside, right?"

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The red-haired man's smile suddenly turned cold.

"What do you want?"

He wasn't a fool.

How could he not understand by now?

At first, he had thought these people had come to the factory to rob.

But after they entered the warehouse, no one paid any attention to the rice bags in the corner; instead, they kept looking nonstop at all sorts of abandoned parts.

This made it clear that these people weren't here to seize his supplies.

And considering the look of disappointment on the young man's face just now,

he immediately realized the other party's intention.

"I made the guns."

"But I definitely can't make them now."

"There's no electricity, the machines have long stopped, I can't just rub out a gun barrel with my hands, can I?"

The red-haired man readily admitted it,

with a face full of sincerity.

He had thought that the other man would show a look of disappointment again, but instead, upon hearing what he said, the man immediately grabbed his hand!

Experience tales at empire

"Brother!"

"You've been wronged!"

"How's the handcuffs, too tight? Should I have someone loosen them for you?"

Red-haired was startled by Zhang Ye's sudden display of brotherhood, and replied subconsciously: "Not tight, heh heh."

"That's good then."

After saying that, he immediately regretted it in his heart.

"Or could you help me undo—"

"If it's not tight, then let's keep it that way a bit longer."

Zhang Ye immediately cut him off, turned his head, and motioned for two bodyguards to carry him over their shoulders like a package.

After doing all this, he quickly instructed Xu Lin:

"Let's go, head back directly."

"We'll talk about food processing later."

Xu Lin was also a bit excited and immediately nodded: "Understood, I'll have them gather outside right away."

Minutes later, the factory's main gate opened again.

The crowd of zombies gathered outside the gate was soon knocked over by a dozen shield-bearing bodyguards.

Then the combat team went at it with a flurry of blades.

After breaking through the encirclement of several dozen zombies, everyone immediately drove back along the way they had come and successfully reached the base around noon.

The red-haired man, just freed from handcuffs, was immediately shocked by the sight in front of him.

People are still working on the construction site at this time?

Do they have a death wish?

He saw that on the wall facing this section of the road, there were more than a dozen workers busy at work.

It seemed they were reinforcing the existing wall.

The height had already reached two meters.

And they were still adding to it.

Below the wall where they were working, one could see several raggedly dressed zombies wandering, as if they only needed to look up to see the workers above them.

As he watched, a chill suddenly ran through the red-haired man.

This is it!

He couldn't be captured to be used as forced labor, could he?

Who would have thought this young man who seemed so sunny would have such a dark heart?

As he was thinking this, Xu Lin came over from the side, fiddled with the handcuffs for a while, and then unlocked them.

Seeing him standing still, Xu Lin immediately urged:

"What are you spacing out for?"

"Director Zhang has already gone inside, and we're just waiting for you."

The red-haired man glanced at his now freed hands, looked at the formidable combat team beside him, and silently walked into the residential area in front of him.

He had naturally heard of the villa district located in the city center.

But he didn't expect that there would be survivors here.

And so many?

Looking from the entrance,

there were people bending over to sweep the floors, others laboring to remove trash, and a dog with rotting flesh dragging a body along.

The body was still writhing and struggling, and faintly, someone could be heard shouting:

"I can't do it anymore!"

"Please, spare me!"

"I can't go on digging this well for even a day!"