Apocalypse: I can control zombies

Chapter 98 Changes in Meteorite Imprints

"However, not now, but maybe I can try after my body completes its second enhancement." Lu Chen thought with some anticipation.

He has now strengthened all four areas of his body: mental strength, speed, defense, and power. The balance between these areas has been achieved, which means he can now undergo a second round of strengthening.

Once the second round of enhancements is complete, his physical strength should surpass that of the elite zombies.

At that point, when facing an Iron Pillar-level opponent, it's estimated that the opponent wouldn't even be able to break through his skin.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously glanced at the meteorite mark on his left wrist and let out a soft exclamation.

Because he discovered that the meteorite imprint had changed.

The previous meteorite imprint was a clear pattern with distinct outlines, easily recognizable at a glance.

Now, the mark has faded considerably, and the lines have become blurred; it might be easily missed if you don't look closely.

"No, it doesn't seem to have become lighter." Lu Chen brought his wrist close to his eyes and examined it carefully.

In the afternoon sunlight, he could vaguely see the outline of the mark, but it no longer felt like it was just floating on the surface of his skin. Instead, it seemed to have seeped deep into the subcutaneous tissue and was becoming one with his body.

"Does this mean we're more deeply integrated with each other's bodies?"

This was not merely a visual judgment, because when he focused his attention on the meteorite imprint, he could sense a subtle, faint connection.

This feeling was something he had never experienced before. Previously, the meteorite mark was just a tool to him; once it was fully charged, he would use it to enhance the weapon, and once it was fully charged, he would continue to charge it.

His relationship with the mark was purely that of user and tool, but now, this tool seems to be actively trying to penetrate his body.

Lu Chen wasn't sure whether this change was good or bad.

But the meteorite imprint is his biggest trump card right now. No matter what it eventually becomes, he can only take it one step at a time.

He pulled his sleeves down to cover his wrists and quickly washed his body with a basin of water.

I sweated a lot during the strengthening process, and some bloody sweat stains still remained on my skin from when the muscles were torn.

After washing and cleaning, put on the combat uniform again, zip up the tactical vest, sling the automatic rifle over his shoulder, and push open the door!

It was already 1 p.m., and the rest of the field staff had almost finished resting.

He stood on the fifth-floor corridor and looked down; sure enough, the community was already bustling with activity.

After lunch, the logistics staff didn't even have time to rest before immediately getting back to work under Gao Yuan's arrangement.

Some people continued to collect supplies from each building, carrying bags of rice, flour, and canned goods into the warehouse of Building 2; some people carried metal pipes and waterproof cloth back and forth at the construction site of the canopy; some people checked the binding wires of the curtains by the wall, and squatted down to tighten them again if they saw any loose parts.

Everyone has their own place, and everyone's work never stops.

However, in this post-apocalyptic environment, no one complained—having work meant having value, and having value meant not being abandoned.

Seeing that everyone was so busy, Lu Chen felt embarrassed to take a break any longer.

He picked up the walkie-talkie, switched to the field team's internal channel, and said briefly, "Everyone, assemble on the first floor."

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The field team also operates at an extremely fast pace.

When Lu Chen walked down from the 5th floor and arrived at the entrance of the 1st floor unit, the rest of the people had already gathered.

Ning Tieshan and Zhao Yongqiang stood together, automatic rifles slung over their shoulders, and holding the boxes of ammunition they had been issued that morning, clearly ready to continue practicing shooting that afternoon.

Cheng Qihang and the other new members were also dressed neatly, with their combat helmets fastened tightly at the chin straps and their daggers tucked into their waistbands.

Shi Rui and Liu Mingyuan, two veteran members, each led two new recruits as they checked the nylon ropes and spare chains in their backpacks.

Zhou Yuanqing, the chubby boy, also came along.

He had a big meal at noon, and afterwards Gao Yuan assigned him a private room, second only to Shen Qingci in terms of treatment.

This undoubtedly made the chubby boy work even harder, his back ramrod straight, his round face bearing an expression that said he was ready to go all out at any moment.

Looking at everyone's spirits, Lu Chen nodded in satisfaction.

He glanced around at the field team in front of him, mentally calculating the total number of people at the base—there were already 240. He planned to go to Sunshine Garden that afternoon; given the population density there, they could rescue at least another one or two hundred people.

With more people, more field personnel are needed to maintain order and carry out missions. The current 10-person field team is no longer sufficient.

He thought for a moment, then called over Gao Yuan, who was inspecting the fence not far away, and instructed him, "Give me another list tonight; I need to add 10 more field personnel."

"The requirements remain the same—working hard, being efficient, and having a sense of responsibility; the total number of people has been increased to 20."

"Understood." Gao Yuan immediately jotted it down in his notebook, then asked, "What about equipment—"

"I'll place the order for the equipment tonight." After saying that, Lu Chen added, "Zhou Yuanqing isn't part of the field personnel staff; he's an ability user, so he's counted separately."

"Okay." Gao Yuan immediately took notes.

Lu Chen then remembered something Gao Yuan had mentioned at noon. "By the way, about the civilian security cameras, call an electrician now. We need to get going."

"I'll go call them right away!" Gao Yuan picked up the walkie-talkie, switched to the logistics channel, and said, "Old Zhang, take your tool bag and head to 3..."

"Come to the entrance of the building, I have a mission."

Less than two minutes later, a thin middle-aged man in his forties jogged over from the direction of Building 2.

He had a bulging tool bag tucked into his waistband, containing screwdrivers, wire strippers, a multimeter, and several rolls of insulating tape. As he ran, the tool bag swayed back and forth beside his legs.

He was a survivor rescued from Building 4 yesterday. Before the apocalypse, he worked as an electrician for a renovation company for more than ten years. This morning, he single-handedly straightened out all the lines on the generator distribution cabinet.

"Sir, are we going out on a field mission?" Zhang Wei ran up to Lu Chen, a little out of breath, but with anticipation on his face.

After lunch, Gao Yuan mentioned to him that he might have to go on a field mission, but he didn't say anything about the details. He was already itching to go.

"Yes, come with us to Sunshine Garden." Lu Chen pointed to the tool bag at his waist. "Your mission isn't to rescue people, it's to dismantle security cameras. Bring all your tools; there are over a dozen buildings over there, enough for you to dismantle."

"Alright." Zhang Wei patted his tool bag and stood at the back of the field team.

Before setting off, Lu Chen left two large, strong zombies in the neighborhood.

Just like in the morning, these two zombies were not for defense, but rather as remote control pivots in case of an emergency.

However, this time there's no need to patrol the surrounding area or clear out the zombies.

Because the early warning system has been completed, military-grade cameras have been installed on the rooftops of buildings in the four directions of the community, and all the images are displayed on the monitoring screen in the security room, where staff on duty take turns monitoring the area 24 hours a day.

If zombies approach from any direction, they can be notified immediately via walkie-talkie.

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