Abandoned arms factory

After reading the message, Lin Hui thought for a moment and replied.

[I do, but nine bullets aren't enough! Antibiotics are rare supplies.]

In the apocalypse, not everyone had a relatively safe RV like he did. If they were injured and their wounds became infected, they would need antibiotics.

Without antibiotics, if their bodies couldn't fight off the infection, all they could do was slowly die.

[Su Qingqian: Fifteen rounds. That's my limit!]

[Lin Hui: No, no...]

After some haggling, Lin Hui traded one bottle of Antibiotics for thirty Axe Gun rounds.

Looking at the bullets in his hand, a thought struck Lin Hui. Where had she gotten so much Axe Gun ammunition?

So he sent another message.

[Lin Hui: Can I ask you a question? Where did you get the Axe Gun ammunition? I'll pay for the information.]

He waited about ten minutes before she replied.

[Su Qingqian: I do know where to get some. If you have more Antibiotics, I can tell you.]

[Lin Hui: That was my only bottle.]

Although he didn't need antibiotics right now, he was still an ordinary human. What if he accidentally got an infection later? He had to keep a bottle for himself.

Who knew whether he would find any more Antibiotics?

[Lin Hui: But I can trade you 1 unit of Universal Fuel for the information.]

[Su Qingqian: 10 units.]

[Lin Hui: 1 unit at most. No more. How do I know your information is real?]

[Su Qingqian: You greedy bastard!]

[Su Qingqian: Let me warn you first: that place is dangerous. If you can't get anything or end up dead, don't blame me!]

[Lin Hui: Don't worry.]

[Su Qingqian: I found it in an abandoned arms factory. Coordinates: "Sector C996-87.9, 28.2."]

An abandoned arms factory?

There were places like that here?

Lin Hui's heart skipped a beat. Then why hadn't she claimed it for herself?

What exactly was the danger?

After giving Su Qingqian 1 unit of Universal Fuel, he asked for more details and learned that the place was a zombie nest.

One Level 2 Zombie and over a hundred Level 1 Zombies occupied it.

As for how the player named Su Qingqian had escaped from a place like that, she didn't say.

Lin Hui closed his private chat with Su Qingqian and sank into thought.

First, the information might be false. If it was true, he would have to face a Level 2 Zombie. He still didn't know a Level 2 Zombie's stats, or whether his RV could handle one.

Second, he didn't know whether Su Qingqian had sold the information to other players.

If she had, that meant competition. In the worst case, he might have to face those top guilds head-on!

Finally, the place could also be a trap.

In the apocalypse, monsters were dangerous, but they didn't scheme. Players were far more devious, and their tricks were impossible to guard against completely.

Five minutes later.

Lin Hui made his decision.

The coordinates were over 300 kilometers away. He would drive in that direction first, then decide what to do based on the situation!

After all.

Aerospace specialty steel was hard to obtain right now. Unless he took a chance, who knew how much longer his RV's upgrade to Lv3 would be delayed?

An abandoned arms factory offered a good chance of salvaging armored ballistic steel!

With a plan in mind.

Lin Hui opened the regional chat again and posted a request to buy grenades, landmines, and other modern weapons, offering Universal Fuel, food, or medicine in exchange.

He needed modern weapons to improve his combat strength.

Closing the system, Lin Hui stepped on the accelerator.

Destination: the abandoned arms factory!

After driving over 200 kilometers.

Lin Hui gradually began to spot abandoned buildings.

The scenery was no longer an endless stretch of wasteland.

Fifty kilometers from the abandoned arms factory, he found a deserted gas station.

The pumps had long since been pried open and emptied. Even the covers over the underground fuel tanks had been ripped off.

Screech-

Lin Hui slowly parked his RV beneath the gas station canopy.

Although he wasn't short on fuel, hours of high-speed driving had left him tense and mentally strained. He needed to get out for some air and clean the scraps of flesh and bone caught on the ram at the front of his vehicle.

Lin Hui had run into plenty of zombies along the way.

If the zombie flesh stayed there, its rotten stench would seep in through the air-conditioning intake and affect his sanity.

"Ugh, washing the vehicle is more trouble than killing zombies."

Carrying a bucket of water and a brush, Lin Hui jumped out and began washing the vicious-looking [Alloy Spiked Ram].

Blackish-red bloody water flowed down the drain.

Just then, the sputtering roar of an engine shattered the silence.

A rust-covered Wuling Hongguang minivan belching black smoke wobbled into the station.

The door opened, and a balding middle-aged man climbed out.

He wore a gray jacket covered in grease. With his thin frame and sunken eyes, he looked every inch the calculating petty hustler.

When he saw Lin Hui's imposing black Heavy-Duty RV, built like a fortress, his eyes lit up with more affection than if he'd spotted his own father.

"Oh my! Boss! A real big shot!"

The balding man rubbed his hands and jogged over, his face covered in a fawning smile, the wrinkles deep enough to trap flies.

"This vehicle... wow, it's incredible! It must weigh several tons, right? Any zombie that hits it would turn straight into mush!"

Lin Hui didn't stop what he was doing. He merely shot the man a cold glance and continued scrubbing rotten flesh off the ram's spikes.

Seeing that Lin Hui was ignoring him, the balding man showed no embarrassment. Instead, he edged closer and even reached out to touch the gleaming black armor.

"Don't touch."

Lin Hui's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling edge.

The balding man's hand froze in midair before he awkwardly pulled it back.

"Heh, don't get me wrong, young man. I just really admire your vehicle. Um... boss, do you need an extra pair of hands?"

He pointed at himself and made his pitch with an earnest expression:

"My name's Wang Gou. I worked as a cook for a few years! My cooking's great! And I know a bit about vehicle repairs, too. Oil changes, patching tires-I can do all that!

Driving alone must be exhausting. Take me with you! I eat little and work hard. As long as you give me something to eat, I'll even sleep on the floor!"

As Wang Gou spoke, he stole glances at the RV's half-open door.

The comfortable, climate-controlled interior and the faint scent of air freshener drifting out filled him with excitement.

Then he thought of his own drafty Wuling Hongguang, with no heating and seats as hard as stone...

If he could latch onto this guy, he'd be living in comfort!

Lin Hui stopped scrubbing.

He turned around and looked down at the smiling middle-aged man.

An ordinary player might actually have been persuaded.

But Lin Hui, who had been fending for himself in the world since childhood, knew better.

People like this were slick talkers and dishonest.

"You can repair vehicles?" With a faint, mocking smile, Lin Hui pointed at his tires. "Then can you tell what kind of tires these are?"

Wang Gou froze for a moment, then looked at the four tires shimmering with dark golden light and stammered, "Th-these are high-end run-flat tires, right?"

"Heh."

Lin Hui sneered and dumped the dirty water onto the ground.

"You have no value to me."

"Get lost."

Two words. Simple, direct, and utterly merciless.

The smile instantly froze on Wang Gou's face.

He hadn't expected this young man to be so heartless, refusing to give him even a chance.

"Come on, young man... don't be like that. Another friend means another helping hand..."

Click.

Lin Hui drew the Axe Gun from his waist.

"I don't need friends. I need targets. Want to give it a try?"

Wang Gou shuddered, a flash of venomous resentment flickering through his eyes.

"Fine... fine! You're the big man! I won't bother you!"

Gritting his teeth, he slunk back into his Wuling Hongguang, stomped on the accelerator, and fled the gas station in a cloud of black smoke as though running for his life.

Watching the battered vehicle disappear, Lin Hui put away his gun and thought little of it.

Encounters like this were all too common on the road.

What he didn't know was that, after driving two kilometers away, Wang Gou parked behind a secluded dirt rise.

"Pah! Who the hell does he think he is? He just got lucky and found an RV! What's he so damn proud of?"

Wang Gou slammed his fist against the steering wheel. His smile and flattery were gone, replaced by twisted hatred.

"Won't take me along, huh... fine. You want to keep everything for yourself? I'll make you cough it up!"

Narrowing his eyes, he opened the [World Channel], found a member of the [Feral Wolf Guild], and sent a private message.

[Wang Gou: I've got a tip! I found a big, fat mark!]

A few seconds later, a reply arrived.

[Guo Yong: What kind of haul?]

[Wang Gou: A black Heavy-Duty RV! Probably Lv3! The owner is alone! There are loads of supplies inside, too. I saw them piled everywhere!]

[Wang Gou: Coordinates: Sector C996-87.3, 28.9, near the gas station.]

The other side went silent for a moment.

[Guo Yong: Alone? A Heavy-Duty RV? Are you sure?]

[Wang Gou: Absolutely! I just saw it with my own eyes! That thing is ridiculously tough. Even its tires glow! Just give me a few scraps after you kill him! I want five units... no, ten units of Universal Fuel!]

[Guo Yong: Deal. Keep an eye on him. Don't let him get away. If this is real, you'll get ten units of Universal Fuel.]

Looking at the reply on his screen, Wang Gou broke into a cruel, gleeful smile.

"You looked down on me, kid? I'll send you straight to hell!"