The battle between the Survivors and the Growlers drew a really high number of walkers.

The neighborhood was packed not to mention the streets outside were densely packed.

There were also some walkers, approaching from other places.

"Gotta, just gotta keep playing dead."

Zhou Qiang didn't dare to command the zombies to move around, there were quite a number of mutated zombies here, God knows what abnormality they had on the zombies they created?

Half an hour later.

Dead silence returned all around.

Having lost their sound source, the zombies gradually returned to their usual state of wandering around.

Under Zhou Qiang's control, the burly walker rolled over and climbed to his feet.

From the greenbelt, get the machete out.

"Pfft!"

The knife rose and cut off the head of a zombie.

This thing had been hanging around in front of Zhou Qiang for a long time, and Zhou Qiang had long looked at it with displeasure.

Under Zhou Qiang's command, the other zombies also found the machete they had just used.

There are a lot of walkers here, making it easy to drive and kill.

A dozen zombies moved in unison, and one zombie, caught off guard, was cut down to the ground.

Having seen how powerful the survivors were, the sense of crisis within Zhou Qiang increased.

Before, Zhou Qiang knew that this End Times was not simple.

But there isn't a concept.

Now there is.

The power of the survivors, and the terror of the zombies, reintroduced Zhou Qiang to this world.

Nowadays, Zhou Qiang's greatest urgency was to create the Mammothers and Swiftmasters.

Have them to have some more security in these end times.

The strength of ordinary zombies was weak, what Zhou Qiang could do was to make up for it with numbers.

Since we're going to have crazy mobs, we need enough manufacturing points.

Controlling the burly zombie, Zhou Qiang became serious.

Now it's somewhat like practicing, if you have great perseverance, you get enough manufacturing points.

............

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

The neighborhood is full of zombie bodies.

[You gain 1 manufacturing point!

Hearing the prompt, Zhou Qiang looked at the manufacturing points and reached 330 manufacturing points.

The zombies in the neighborhood are almost cleared out.

After chopping for so long, the machete is getting a little curly and dull.

Zhou Qiang looked around, and there were still a scattered handful of zombies around.

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With these manufacturing points, once the zombies were created, Zhou Qiang would have nearly sixty zombies in his hands.

Strength and further growth.

Not far.

A manufactured walker, holding up a machete with a somewhat curled blade, cuts down a walker.

But not dead.

The manufactured walker kept raising his hand again, and added a few more cuts before chopping the walker's head off.

[You have been awarded a special talent shard!

The beep sounded.

It was so pleasant to hear Zhou Qiang's ears.

Zhou Qiang hadn't expected that the second Special Talent Fragment would appear so suddenly.

Come to think of it, having killed more than three hundred zombies, according to the odds, it should have dropped as well.

Controlling the burly zombie, Zhou Qiang approached in front of this zombie that had appeared from this piece of debris.

It's a greasy uncle look.

Nothing special.

Judging by the clothes, it's not really clear what kind of work the other person does.

Trying to extrapolate the rules for shard drops through it is unlikely.

By all accounts, no one living in this area could be someone with top-level abilities.

People with that kind of top-level ability are either villas or large downtown flats.

It's the suburbs. What's the status?

Of course, that doesn't rule out walkers from other places that have wandered into the area.

Seeing that there was nothing to be gained, Zhou Qiang didn't bother to pursue it.

Just kill anyway.

After killing all day today, Zhou Qiang was a bit numb.

The zombies that were created, they could execute simple commands and act on them.

Efficiency is no match for the burly man under Zhou Qiang's control.

But they were far more efficient than Zhou Qiang could match if they were in large enough numbers.

Of course, there would be no loss of the zombie doppelgangers under Zhou Qiang's control.

But the loss of the walkers who simply carried out the instructions was definitely there.

"As long as one gains more manufacturing points than one loses, one will only get stronger."

Zhou Qiang gave the command to attack freely to some of these zombies and returned his consciousness to himself.

In a residential building.

Zhou Qiang got up from the bed and shook his head.

Controlling the zombie doppelganger for so long was like playing an AR game, a bit of a brain fart.

After being busy for most of the day, Zhou Qiang was so hungry that his belly was stuck to his back.

Taking out a can of meat and a bottle of water, Zhou Qiang took small bites.

Originally, I wanted to soak a bucket of noodles, but the flavor ...... of this noodles is not a problem to float a hundred meters, and Zhou Qiang is still really afraid of attracting unnecessary trouble.

Against a full stomach, Zhou Qiang is again pulling out a cigarette and lighting one.

Exhale a smoke ring and look out.

At the moment the sky was about to darken.

The old day is passing again.

To summarize, the day was undeniably rewarding.

The appearance of special talent fragments gave Zhou Qiang full motivation.

As long as a special talent zombie was synthesized out, no matter how much it cost, Zhou Qiang would bring it to the modern era.

In the post-apocalyptic world, it's no different than an ordinary zombie.

"Kill another day of walkers tomorrow."

"Screw the money the day after tomorrow."

Making points and money, both.

A real life functional being, a gold swallowing behemoth for sure.

As the sky darkened.

The zombies in the darkness seem to become berserk and stronger.

Zhou Qiang did not terminate the instruction because it was dark.

Instead, the zombies ignored the darkness and let them kill like robots, going on a killing spree to earn themselves manufacturing points.

They are no different than robots, never tire.

As for their loss, Zhou Qiang let go.

Losses are a matter of time, if he's heartbroken over even 10,000 walkers, is he going to cry when he loses hundreds of thousands, millions a piece in the future?

Borrowing a sliver of moonlight, Zhou Qiang walked into the hall of the residential building.

Now Zhou Qiang's manufacturing point, breaks through to 400 points.

"Make 40 walkers."

Zhou Qiang opened the zombie manufacturing system and gave the command.

The particles of light surfaced once more, this time converging into the appearance of forty zombies.

The light quickly faded away.

With that, in the darkness of the night, there were forty more zombies of both sexes, young and old.

Their faces were hideous, and even though Zhou Qiang knew that they were of his own making and were not half a threat to him, he was still furious in his heart.

It takes courage to face some of these horrible faces in the dark.

It was too late to check the extent of the mutilation of this batch of zombies, Zhou Qiang then ordered them all to be silent here, guarding the door for himself.

And Zhou Qiang realized that the number of zombies he had created at the moment reached a count of 72.

Not quite a hundred, but 72 is a lot.

Just pull out these newly created 40 tomorrow and the manufacturing points will go up even faster again.

Back to the room.

Zhou Qiang first looked out for a while, and only after there was nothing out of the ordinary did he lie down on the bed.

In the post-apocalyptic world, Zhou Qiang can't go anywhere.

At this point in time, it's impossible to return to modern Earth, and the mandatory three days aren't even a day away.

The darkness of the night makes Zhou Qiang lack security.

"Unlock Mammothers and Raptors."

"Find a safer place to live."

These two things, Zhou Qiang wanted to accomplish in the next two days.