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

Chapter 117 Is this thing really immortal?

This operation was much simpler compared to the previous hydroelectric station.

Initially, Xu Lin and the others were somewhat tentative, fearing that a few oddly looking zombies or Mutant Beasts might spring out from those workshops or warehouses.

But until they knocked the last zombie to the ground, no accidents occurred.

The whole process was so easy it was hard to believe.

The dozens of workers gathered in the workshop had all turned into zombies long ago.

With the help of the bodyguards, the remaining twelve combat team members took less than twenty minutes to deal with all these zombies.

When Zhang Ye saw the signal and stepped out of the car, people inside had already begun clearing the bodies.

Since it was a food processing factory, they had to pay some attention to the sanitary conditions, otherwise, an accident might lead to a large number of casualties among the company's survivors.

The sixty zombie workers brought with them left only ten at the hydroelectric station.

With their professional skills, they were already able to handle some simple equipment maintenance tasks without the assistance of human employees.

The remaining fifty workers were all brought to this factory to become workshop workers.

The workshop director was the factory manager who had already turned into a zombie.

At the same time, the warehouse was stocked with a large amount of flour and cooking oil, not a huge quantity but more than fifty tons.

Some hotel survivors had also come along.

All of them were technical personnel related to electricity and had now all joined the Energy Department, becoming the right-hand men of the chief engineer, referred to as Handiwork Geng.

These people would be responsible for the factory's line debugging and the subsequent power supply issues.

Now everything was ready, only time was lacking.

Two days passed quickly.

Inside the workshop, the rumbling sound of the machines caused everyone's brain to throb painfully.

Only when someone brought a few pairs of earplugs from the storeroom did it get better.

Zhang Ye stood at the forefront of the crowd.

As he shouted the phrase "start working" at the top of his lungs, the workers waiting in front of the conveyor belt immediately entered their work state.

Their movements were incredibly skillful, not inferior to workshop workers who had been at it for over a decade.

Beyond that, everyone was wrapped up very tightly from head to toe.

The purpose was only one.

That was to prevent contamination of the products on the production line.

The workshop director, with hands clasped behind his back, constantly patrolled the area, occasionally leaning over the conveyor belt to check the quality of the products and always keeping an eye on the workers' physical condition.

Once a worker on the verge of breaking down was found, he would immediately drag it away from the production line.

And then quickly find a new worker to fill in.

Liu Qingqing promptly reminded him as the delivery truck had just driven away.

Zhang Ye thought for a moment, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.

It appeared that when they had chosen the villa area as their base, the company had only been the two of them.

Using those villas as storage for supplies was naturally more than enough.

But now the company already owned a factory.

And in the future, there would be even more.

The daily output of the noodle factory alone could reach ten tons.

Enough to completely fill up one villa.

At this rate, in less than a week, the remaining villas would be full, and then the supplies would have to be placed outside.

Being exposed to the wind and sun... clearly wasn't a solution.

What was needed were dedicated warehouses.

Zhang Ye thought for a moment and immediately assigned the task to Tian Gou and two others from the Market Intelligence Department.

The three of them were now wandering outside every day, sometimes not returning for two or three days at a time.

Thanks to the relentless efforts of the trio, the number of zombies Zhang Ye could command continued to grow, drawing closer to the system's requirement of five hundred.

Meanwhile, the survivors hiding in various corners of the city center were all brought back to the hotel by the combat team, with the number reaching one hundred and fifty.

In addition, the three of them also bore the responsibility of scouting information about the surrounding areas and getting a clear understanding of the road conditions in the city center.

When Tian Gou received the notice from Zhang Ye, he was sitting in the car.

"A warehouse?"

"Okay, I got it boss,"

"Leave this to us brothers, heh heh,"

Tian Gou put down the radio, and Zhang Wei immediately asked:

"What's up, Gou Brother?"

"New task from the boss?"

Seeing Tian Gou nod, the worry on his face deepened a bit.

"But right now we—"

Before he could finish speaking, Tian Gou had already slammed on the gas pedal:

"Scared of shit!"

"Our women at home are still waiting for us!" Continue your journey on empire

"I refuse to believe that this thing really can't be killed!"