Chapter 149

The anti-theft steel door that had been closed for seven days swung open.

Out rolled several inverted pen holders.

They really resembled pen holders, made of iron with ventilation holes all over them. However, they were turned upside down, and beneath them were wheels taken from computer chairs.

One could see people's feet.

There were probably four or five people in each "pen holder".

It couldn't hold more. If it did, the "pen holder" would have to be made bigger, and it might not fit into the elevator.

If there were fewer people, more "pen holders" would be needed, and the total amount of iron in the fitness room would be insufficient. They also needed it to make weapons and armor.

The boss had made a total of six "pen holders" in all.

As the door opened, the "pen holders" gingerly rolled out. There were no zombies in sight outside. The few zombies from a few days ago were nowhere to be found.

Just as they thought this, they rounded the corner at the end and found out: Oh, they were all gathered in the elevator hall.

Damn it!

Several zombies rushed forward and slammed into the "pen holders".

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

The boss had installed handholds inside the "pen holders" so that everyone had something to grab onto. Fortunately, this way, the people inside the "pen holders" that were hit didn't fall over.

"Form the formation!" the boss roared.

Before going out, everyone had a brainstorming session on what to do if they encountered zombies while rolling around in these "pen holders".

They had already come up with a set of countermeasures.

Several "pen holders" shouted in unison to synchronize their steps and rammed into other zombies.

Two "pen holders" joined forces to ram a targeted zombie: "Push harder! Push harder!"

The people inside used all their strength to pin this zombie against the wall: "Mr. Xu! Mr. Xu! Hurry up!"

While the other "pen holders" blocked the other zombies, the "pen holder" where Mr. Xu was in quickly rolled up to the pinned zombie.

Suddenly, a shovel-like blade protruded from the "pen holder" and shot out horizontally, directly slicing off the zombie's head.

They followed this method one after another. First, the crowd worked together to subdue the zombies, and then Mr. Xu, who had the gold-based superpower, was responsible for beheading them.

Soon, all the zombies in the elevator hall were taken out.

There were four passenger elevators, and each could only accommodate one "pen holder". But it didn't matter. When they pushed open the fire door beside it, there was a spacious cargo elevator inside that could hold two "pen holders" at the same time.

Everyone got into the elevators.

As the elevators descended, everyone's hearts were pounding a bit. After watching so many horror movies, they always thought there would be monsters as soon as the elevator doors opened.

Fortunately, life isn't a movie. When the elevator doors opened on the third basement floor, there were really no zombies in sight.

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

But they relaxed too soon.

As the "pen holders" started moving, the wheels made a huge scraping noise on the garage floor!

And there was a huge echo!

From afar, they could see zombies running towards them.

Everyone: "..."

"Damn it!" Mr. Xu, who usually boasted about having studied abroad and liked to mix foreign words into his speech, cursed in his hometown dialect. "Come here!"

The "pen holders" rushed to gather together, and several of them quickly merged into a giant "pen holder".

It was like a small house, and all the colleagues met up inside.

Mr. Xu really thought there was no hope.

In a company, if only the boss is working and the employees just stand by and watch, what hope is there?

"Well, you're the only one with superpowers," the employees showered him with flattery. "You're destined to be the boss, the leader, the one who will lead us to victory!"

"That's the capable taking on more responsibilities!"

"So that's why someone like you can start from scratch and become a self - made millionaire."

Mr. Xu was pleased by the flattery and crafted a crescent shovel.

There was a girl named Jiang Cheng on TV who also held a crescent shovel.

She wore shiny silver armor, and the crescent shovel glowed under the studio lights. It was both retro and sci - fi.

Everyone thought the shovel looked very practical at the time and suggested that Mr. Xu make a copy.

"Here, yours," Mr. Xu said as he finished making one and handed it to an employee.

He made another one and handed it over, saying, "Here, yours!"

The zombies in the distance stopped moving because the noise had stopped. Since they were far away, they gradually stopped in their tracks and wandered around in place.

Mr. Xu was extremely busy inside the small iron house. He made one after another.

At first, they had planned to make all the weapons before going out. But after the "pen holders" were made, they found that carrying these weapons inside could easily hurt others, so they asked Mr. Xu to put them away.

Now they were being made on - the - spot.

Mr. Xu was so tired that he was sweating profusely. As he was making them, his head started to hurt, and his nose started to bleed.

Immediately, seven or eight employees took out tissues from their pockets and wiped the blood from Mr. Xu's nose. "You're going to level up, Mr. Xu. Hold on! They said on TV that this is how you level up! This is the prelude to your leveling up!"

Good employees are supposed to urge their boss to grow.

Mr. Xu made the weapons until his ears hurt. Finally, he finished making them for everyone.

Everyone had armor and a weapon.

Alright, guys, follow me.

The "small house" opened, and everyone walked out cautiously.

"Mr. Xu, where's your car?"

"In Area 4."

"That's a bit far. Mine is in Area 1."

Everyone planned to escape by car.

Suddenly, the supervisor pulled Mr. Xu aside. "Mr. Xu, look at that car!"

Everyone looked over, and their eyes lit up—there was a 16 - seat medium - sized bus!

Wasn't this much better than everyone driving several small cars separately?

Mr. Xu said, "We don't have the keys."

The supervisor said, "Aren't you a gold - based superpower user? The lock is also made of metal. Give it a try."

Mr. Xu said, "But just opening the door isn't enough. How can we start the car without the keys?"

The supervisor went, "Hey!" and said, "Strange, I seem to have superpowers too. Let me try to start the car."

The supervisor smiled obsequiously and held up a finger, with a small cluster of electric current crackling at the tip.

Mr. Xu: "..."

The employees: "..."

The gardener: "..."

If you're not from the same company, you won't be in the same boat.

They were all about mutual mistrust, lack of unity, and scheming against each other.

Wasn't this a kind of corporate culture?

The door opened smoothly, and the supervisor sat in the driver's seat and tried to start the car with his "newly - awakened" electricity - based superpower.

Everyone sat in the car and started discussing. "There are so many zombies outside. We need to add some protection to the car."

"Use iron nets to protect the glass."

"The iron net has no offensive power. Use iron spikes. You know what iron caltrops are like. Make it look like a hedgehog or a porcupine."

"That won't work. Zombies don't feel pain. Even if they're pierced, it doesn't matter. They might even get stuck on the car. We have to be able to decapitate them."

Human wisdom is the same everywhere.

Although they hadn't seen the "Blade Car" that Jiang Cheng and the others had later modified, their discussion result was to make a blade - equipped car.

Mr. Xu had two wads of tissue stuffed in his nostrils and was sitting in the passenger seat, taking a rest.

As long as he stopped, the superpower he had just consumed would gradually recover.

He squinted at the supervisor, who kept failing again and again. "Can you do it?"

The supervisor was also sweating profusely. "Don't be impatient. I'll try again."

The engine started up and then died out again and again.

In the distance, that zombie was attracted by the sound and staggered forward, stopping and starting repeatedly. Finally, when it got closer and spotted these fresh pieces of flesh, it began to pounce forward.

The employees found the crescent shovel useful the first time they used it.

The strong - built ones could chop off a zombie's head with a single strike.

"Who invented this? It's so useful!"

"You're stupid. This is an ancient cold - weapon."

"Sorry, I meant who discovered its effectiveness. Not every ancient weapon is suitable for chopping off zombie heads."

After dealing with the zombie, the employees opened the passenger - side door. "Mr. Xu! Mr. Xu!"

Mr. Xu, who was still pinching his nose and hadn't fully rested, was helped out of the car by the employees. "You'll have to endure a bit more hardship."

Mr. Xu let out a long sigh to the sky.

Mr. Xu transformed the car into a blade - equipped vehicle.

The windows were also covered with iron mesh.

These weren't difficult tasks. The hard part was sharpening the blades.

He was on the verge of exhaustion. The delicate operation was extremely tiring! Finally, he managed to make the "blades" around the car body sharp, and it was as if he had almost lost half his life.

His ears were killing him.

The director finally managed to start the car!

He had been hiding his ability and hadn't practiced much. His superpower was really weak.

But precisely because it was weak, unlike Guo Jun, he didn't damage the car's circuit board with an overly strong electric current at once.

He tried again and again, gradually increasing the electric current, and finally got the car started.

The employees cheered, as if they had landed a huge order.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the director said sincerely with admiration, "It still has to be you. You're so powerful right after awakening. Look at me, I'm so weak."

Both of them had their own independent offices. These days, they had been sleeping in their offices.

In the dead of night, Mr. Xu quietly practiced his gold - based superpower without making a sound.

The director couldn't do the same because the electric current would make a crackling sound when it got a little stronger, which was especially noticeable at night.

As a result of hiding and not practicing, one was weak, and the other was even weaker.

"Let's go! Let's set off!"

The car started moving.

Except for the one they had just dealt with, there were hardly any zombies in this area. They even thought there were no zombies in the underground garage.

Who would have known that near the exit, there was a huge crowd of them!

There were also several overturned cars, which had crashed into the neatly parked ones.

The bloodstains had turned a dark and deep color.

It turned out that some people had been trying to break out. Unfortunately, small cars were easily climbed on by second - generation and third - generation zombies.

The cars overturned, and the people died.

More and more zombies kept appearing...

The wisdom of the masses is powerful.

The blade - equipped vehicle showed its might. From the side window, one could see zombie heads flying off, and the dark - brown viscous blood splashing all over the window.

When this minibus successfully broke out of the underground garage and saw the setting sun outside, everyone burst into cheers again!

"Charge! Charge!"

"Which way should we go?"

"North! The high - tech new area is in the north!"

"Which road should we take?"

"Any road will do. First, get on the Fifth Ring Road! The exit at Wan'an Bridge!"

"What was the name of that community?"

"Youth Apartment!"

"Yes, Youth Apartment."

"Alright, let's go! Our destination is the Youth Apartment!"