You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies! Chapter 123 Better to Dredge than to Block

"Factory, factory manager?"

"Why are you here?"

The man who had just stepped out of the workshop imdiately saw Zhou Hongbing smoking at the door.

There were also four security guards who should have been on guard outside.

"Director Dong."

"What's that in your hand?"

Zhou Hongbing didn't respond to the man's surprise but directly asked about the bag in his hand.

A nervous expression imdiately appeared on Director Dong's oil-stained face, yet he still forced out a smile and said, "Factory manager, I left sothing behind and wanted to co back to get it."

"Left sothing behind?"

Zhou Hongbing suddenly began to laugh.

He shook his head and then a mocking look appeared in his eyes as he said:

"Director Dong, are you taking for a fool?"

"If I rember correctly, the apartnt the company assigned you is at least a mile away from our factory, isn't it?"

"Coming back alone in the middle of the night?"

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

As soon as he heard this, Director Dong beca even more tense, his face showing his extre embarrassnt. He was just about to explain when it seed like soone else pushed open the gate and ca in.

They were all wearing the sa uniform, and at first glance, one might think they were from the Security Bureau.

But Director Dong knew that these people were from the Combat Departnt.

When he saw the man being escorted in the middle, his defenses finally collapsed, and he fell to his knees with a thump.

"Factory, factory manager!"

"Spare , factory manager!"

"It was this kid who forced , he forced !"

Zhou Hongbing sighed and nodded at the security guards next to him. They imdiately rushed over and grabbed Director Dong, who was kowtowing on the ground.

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The contents of the bag were dumped out on the ground with a clatter.

What spilled out were three company-manufactured machetes.

Commonly known as crooked knives.

They were also explicitly banned by the company, and anyone who dared to manufacture or sell them privately had to be handed over to the Combat Departnt for punishnt.

The young man who had been caught was the one who had initially approached Director Dong.

He had co to get the goods.

The crooked knives priced at fifty per blade could be sold for at least seventy once taken out of the factory.

For those survivors who often ventured outside, they could be lifesaving.

Worth every coupon spent.

Unfortunately, he would no longer have the chance to spend those coupons.

The following morning, the two were taken by Zhou Hongbing and the Combat Departnt's personnel to the company base, where they were executed under Zhang Ye's supervision.

Hundreds of survivors in the safe zone were called to the plaza inside the base.

They would witness with their own eyes as a dozen zombies tore the two n to pieces.

At the sa ti, the company's regulations would be repeated.

"Resident of Zone 2, Zhou Limin, a senior chanic at the munitions factory, for violating company regulations by manufacturing controlled weapons, is hereby sentenced to death."

"Resident of Zone 2, Zhu Qing, for violating company regulations by bribing company employees and illegally trading in weapons, is hereby sentenced to death."

"Let this be a lesson to others."

There was dead silence among the audience.

Surrounding them were four fully ard security teams.

Their fragile bodies were encased in thick layers of iron armor.

At first glance, one might think of the Iron Man from the movies, but they were actually more reminiscent of the plate armored knights of the dieval period.

In this ti with no hot weapons used by enemies, this seemingly cumberso equipnt gave the zombie security guards an unimaginable fighting strength.

With the iron armor's support, their already incredible strength and inexhaustible bodies were effectively human tanks.

Even machine gun fire would struggle to kill them outright.

Coupled with the specially crafted crooked knives from the factory.

Their deterrent power was extrely formidable.

The survivors watched tentatively as the two n inside the cage were dismbered, their faces expressing bitterness amidst their fear.

Although the company had cleared out a large safe zone, it had also taken away all the resources.

This led directly to one outco.

There was nothing to eat.

Although working for the company ant you'd get enough food to survive, jobs were extrely limited.

Among hundreds of survivors, only a third had a formal position.

The rest were unemployed vagrants.

What to do when hungry?

Figure it out yourself.

So, pretty soon, people started eyeing the less dangerous areas around the safe zones, beginning their lives of scavenging from morning till night.

But even in less dangerous areas, there were enemies to face.

Naturally, that called for weapons.

But those useful weapons were almost all damn prohibited from trading and manufacturing!

Without weapons, were they expected to kill zombies with bricks?

What the hell were those above thinking?

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Honestly, Zhang Ye had never considered this problem.

The reason for the prohibition was simple, to guarantee the safety of the company and the order within it.

Now, the Monitoring Departnt had caught red-handed so factory employees smuggling weapons. Zhou Hongbing, the head of the armant factory, not only did not admit his mistake to him but also brought up the recent phenonon.

Many people were secretly trying to buy and sell the company's knives and shields.

So even approached him to buy guns.

He refused them.

Zhang Ye was initially sowhat puzzled.

But as he listened, he suddenly rembered sothing Xu Lin had ntioned before, and he quickly turned his head and asked:

"Xu Lin, I rember you once said,"

"So of the Combat Departnt's tasks are now outsourced, correct?"

By his side, Xu Lin heard this and imdiately nodded, saying, "Yes, sotis the combat team is too busy."

"So I outsourced so of the less dangerous tasks to so teams."

"But weapons and equipnt are not provided by us; they co with their own."

"So..."

He spoke and then his mood suddenly dropped, continuing, "Deaths and injuries are common occurrences."

Zhou Hongbing sighed upon hearing this.

There were plenty of weapons in the storeroom.

With the current needs of the combat team, they wouldn't run out.

Even the previously scarce three shotguns were now being used by nearly half of the personnel, with the rest wielding bows, crossbows, and other weapons.

Seeing Zhou Hongbing's hesitant deanor, Zhang Ye imdiately said:

"Old Zhou,"

"Just speak your mind."

"You've been with for so long, have I ever been the type to forbid subordinates from speaking?"

Everyone laughed upon hearing this, while Zhou Hongbing looked seriously at Zhang Ye and said:

"Boss,"

"Why don't we just open up the sales?"

"If the company doesn't sell, they'll just trade amongst themselves anyway."

"The storeroom is already full of stuff; letting it sit there is a waste, and we could also get so exchange coupons back."

Zhang Ye had guessed he would say this but still hesitated sowhat.

There's a saying that goes well.

Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.

If everyone below had weapons, could the company still stand above them as it does now?

Especially in these chaotic tis.

As he was contemplating, he heard the slightly magnetic voice of Ai Bing:

"Zhang Ye,"

"I think we can open up for sales."

"But there has to be restrictions; guns are definitely a no-go."

"Those knives and shields and such, as long as they're registered and assessed, selling a bit of them is not a problem at all."