Two days later, June 17.
After spending two days buried in documents, Leon felt his inspiration completely drained. He could no longer force himself to think.
Fortunately, his hard work over the past few days had yielded considerable results. With the help of the intelligent system, Red Queen, he had entered all the employees' salaries and benefits, as well as the selling prices of all supplies, into the computer, completing the initial setup.
Once all the employees had gathered at the base, he would announce the official implementation of this policy.
He could also gradually improve the system based on its actual results.
To change his mood and gather intelligence on the areas near the CDC, Leon enjoyed the special breakfast Amy had prepared for him, then drove his blue SUV out.
His main task today was to visit the Metal Building Materials Factory Dr. Melpha had marked and see whether there was anything useful there.
The factory was about two kilometers from the CDC. Under normal circumstances, it would have taken only five minutes to drive there, but the roads were severely congested now. Many routes were completely blocked by abandoned vehicles. Leon changed routes three times and spent nearly half an hour before finally reaching the factory.
Just as the doctor had said, it was a small factory. Its grounds covered only about two thousand square meters.
At the center of the factory stood a rectangular factory building covering more than a thousand square meters. It was about ten meters high and had only one floor. Not far to its right stood five blue, two-story storage buildings covered in corrugated metal, likely warehouses of some kind.
The last particularly noticeable structure was a two-story office building near the factory gate.
All of the buildings currently had their gates and doors tightly shut, making it impossible to see what was inside from outside.
Leon parked his SUV in a corner a hundred meters from the factory. Moving lightly, he circled around the factory gate surrounded by more than a dozen zombies, then climbed over the wall from outside.
The factory was very quiet. As far as he could see, only three or four zombies wandered outside the buildings.
Leon did not investigate the factory building or the warehouses first. Their doors were tightly shut and their conditions unknown, so they were not his priority.
Keeping close to the inner wall, he controlled his breathing and lightened his steps. From the spot where he had climbed over, he slowly crept toward the gate.
Two minutes later, Leon reached the vicinity of the factory gate. He noticed that it was a fence-style gate made by welding dozens of upright steel pipes side by side. The gaps between the pipes were only about ten centimeters wide, too narrow for either humans or zombies to pass through.
At that moment, the gate had been pulled halfway open instead of fully closed. The gap in the middle was wide enough for about three zombies to walk through side by side.
Leaning against the inner wall, Leon thought for a moment and felt a little regretful. He had not brought the kind of doll that could play music externally this time.
Otherwise, he could have used it to attract the zombies' attention.
Suddenly, he noticed a nearly new Czech Car about a dozen meters from the gate. With the attitude of giving it a try, Leon drew his Silenced Pistol from his waist, raised it, and took aim for three seconds.
Puff!
Crash!
The Czech Car's front windshield shattered on impact, and a shrill alarm erupted with a loud wailing sound.
The noise immediately drew the attention of the zombies near the gate.
They dragged their rotten bodies toward the car that was still blaring its alarm, limping along unsteadily.
Once the zombies had moved a little farther away, Leon chuckled. He hurried to the factory gate, pulled it shut with a bang, secured the bolt, and locked all the zombies outside.
After closing the gate, Leon did not leave. He drew the military dagger strapped to his thigh and shouted mockingly at the horde outside, "You little mongrels! Your granddaddy's right here! Come on and bite me!"
As it turned out, a human voice was more attractive to zombies than a car alarm.
After Leon shouted at them several times, all the zombies shifted their targets to him. Swaying and staggering, they gathered around again.
Leon folded his arms and watched quietly. Only when the zombies had crowded together, desperately forcing their heads into the gaps between the steel pipes, did he take his dagger and leisurely walk over to them.
Separated by the sturdy factory gate, he held the dagger level with a zombie's eye socket.
He thrust it in with a puff, then pulled it out with a swish.
With a splash of foul-smelling blood, one zombie collapsed, its vitality gone.
Remembering that Rick and the others had killed zombies the same way in the Prison, Leon found it amusing. It was so simple—practically like tightening screws in a factory. He mocked them aloud, but his hand never slowed.
"Let me hear the voices inside your brains."
Stab! Slash!
Stab! Slash!
Stab! Slash!
In only two minutes, and with almost no effort, the dozen or so zombies had all become dead souls beneath his blade.
With such an effective method, why hadn't Rick and the others developed it further?
They could kill zombies so easily. Why did they still have to risk their lives fighting them?
Looking at the corpses scattered across the ground, Leon's mind immediately flashed with several highly valuable ideas.
Leon opened the factory gate and dragged the zombies' bodies aside so they would not interfere with his movements later.
He found a wooden club and slowly walked to the door of the factory building in the center of the grounds.
The door was not locked. It had merely been pulled shut. To open it, someone had to push it from outside or pull it from inside.
Interesting. Is this bullying zombies because they lack the intelligence to pull a door open?
Leon made a joke to himself and gently pushed the door open.
The instant the door opened, he saw three or four enormous Stamping and Cutting Machines, along with dozens of zombies beside them. The zombies wore safety helmets and blue workers' uniforms. They had forgotten all their memories and instincts, blindly wandering around the place where they had once worked.
Leon could not see the exact number clearly from outside, but there seemed to be about thirty of them. When they heard the door being pushed open, they immediately sensed something. Dozens of pairs of rotten eyes turned toward the figure standing in the doorway.
Hiss! Grrr!
As if they had suddenly seen the most delicious food in the world, the zombies instantly recovered their vitality from their dazed state.
They all swayed their bodies and charged toward Leon at full speed.
"Ugh, I have to tighten screws again."
Facing dozens of charging zombies, Leon felt no pressure whatsoever. He advanced and retreated, keeping a distance of about thirty meters from them, guiding these warriors slowly toward the factory gate.
Repeating his previous trick, he ran outside the gate, reached in, and secured the bolt, locking the monsters firmly inside the factory.
Leon folded his arms, hummed a little tune, and watched happily as dozens of zombies crowded together and covered the entire metal gate.
They stretched out their hands and opened their mouths, their eyes fixed on the living person before them. Their expressions were full of longing—like evil spirits that had just crawled out of hell.
Leon first lit a cigar for himself and took two puffs before drawing the dagger from his thigh.
Stab! Slash!
Stab! Slash!
Stab! Slash!
Half an hour later, Leon had cleared out all the zombies inside the factory using this method.
More than eighty corpses had piled up into a small mountain outside the factory gate. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, few people would have believed that a single person had personally killed all those monsters.
After the battle ended, Leon felt a small surge of pride as he prepared to stroll around the factory and tally up his spoils.
Suddenly, he slapped his palm, having thought of something.
How could a hero return victorious without beautiful women and followers cheering for him?
With that thought, Leon returned to his SUV, took out a Radio Communicator, switched it on, and said, "Hello! Amy, it's your boss."
"Bring a few people and drive a truck over here right now."
"I have a task for you. Follow the route I tell you."
"Hurry up, and remember to bring me an ice-cold cola and a fresh shirt."
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