The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

"Don't worry about the bulletproof materials. I still have some finished products there. You are planning to attack the Blue Dragon Corps, so be careful!"

Fu Weijun rarely said a word of concern, then took out a plastic bag from his arms and said: "This is the thalamus I took out in the past few days. The chance of failure is a bit high. I hope it will be enough."

The thalamus must be taken alive. It is difficult to achieve 100% success with the current equipment conditions. Basically, only one of two zombies can be taken out.

Zhang Su took it and looked at it. There were seven of them, which was enough!

After seeing that the thalamus healed Yang Wenjie's gunshot wound, he had listed such items as the highest level of combat readiness supplies. He carried one with him and put the other two with Zhong Xiaoshan.

I was worried that I couldn't distribute it, but I didn't expect Fu Weijun to take out a lot at once. I just wanted to eat the hail!

"This thing is very useful, Dr. Fu, the more the merrier!"

Zhang Su happily put the thalamus into his pocket and patted it gently, just like when he was a child, he put his pocket money in and went out to buy delicious food.

"Ahem. Mr. Zhang, I want to have a few words with you alone."

Fu Weijun suddenly changed his expression and slid the wheelchair a few meters to the side.

"You guys chat, I'm going to smoke a cigarette."

Duan Wuhu was very knowledgeable. He knew there were some secrets that he shouldn't hear, so he went directly to wait outside the courtyard gate.

"what's wrong?"

It was rare for Zhang Su to see Fu Weijun treat a certain conversation with such caution. Before, he never shied away from saying anything and never cared about what others thought.

"Although the effect of the thalamus is powerful, it is not omnipotent and has side effects, so be careful!"

Fu Weijun said with a slight frown.

"Oh?" Zhang Su's expression condensed: "Come and tell me!"

"After using the thalamus to treat injuries more than three times, the fourth time basically had no special effect. Not only that, you see..."

As he spoke, Fu Weijun rolled up his sleeves to reveal a scar on his arm: "I cut this three days ago, and it hasn't completely healed yet!"

"It means...not only will it produce very strong drug resistance, but it will also reduce the level of healing of the cells it originally had?" Zhang Su quickly understood what Fu Weijun wanted to express.

This matter is indeed worthy of being kept out of sight for a while. As soon as people know that they have a magical healing medicine in their hand, and then they learn that the magical medicine has huge side effects, everyone will be burdened in their hearts.

Fu Weijun nodded: "Yes, Mr. Zhang is very smart!"

Zhang Su smiled awkwardly. He couldn't remember the last time he was praised for his intelligence, and then asked: "Every time you test, it is a small wound. Even so, it will be ineffective?"

"Yes, you can understand it as a device that can only be turned on three times. No matter if the load is 100% for one second or 100% for one hour, it will not start the fourth time."

Fu Weijun said metaphorically.

"Hmm... could it be that the built-in cooling time has not expired?"

Zhang Su put forward his own point of view.

Fu Weijun was stunned for a moment and thought: "Mr. Zhang's idea is very interesting, but even if there is a cooling time, the decline in one's own healing ability has become a fact. This is a change at the genetic level and is difficult to reverse."

The meaning is obvious. Regardless of whether the thalamus can take effect again, he has become weak in some aspects.

"Sure enough, there is no such thing as a pie in the sky. The thalamus is not like a treatment, but more like overdrafting the body's own potential to heal itself. But it's okay. Three life-saving opportunities, what else to say... So, Dr. Fu, I’m afraid it’s not a long-term solution if you keep experimenting with your own body!”

Zhang Su looked at Fu Weijun with some worry. His behavior was no less than that of Shen Nong who tasted a hundred herbs, but sooner or later he would be finished if he continued like this. Duan Wuhu might come over and call him one day, saying that Fu Weijun was cold...

Fu Weijun put down his sleeves very calmly and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang, can you provide me with some experimental personnel?"

"Humans? Humans can't..." Zhang Su's mouth twitched, then he thought about it and said: "How about using animals, pigs, sheep, chickens and ducks are all fine, one pig and sheep each month, three chickens and ducks, no, two each , a total of six experimental bodies, is it enough? "

"It's not enough to talk about, but we can certainly make good progress, so I'll trouble Mr. Zhang!"

Fu Weijun was very happy with this result, and continued: "You all have important things to do today, so I won't interrupt you. I processed a batch of bulletproof materials before, which came in handy! By the way, Mr. Zhang, be sure to transfer Zero Zero Three Bring it back, thank you.”

As he spoke, Fu Weijun turned his wheelchair and moved towards the courtyard gate, resolutely.

"Brother Su, look at this!"

As soon as Zhang Su walked out of the yard, he saw Liu Tianji rushing over with great interest carrying an RPG.

"I wipe!"

Zhang Su was so frightened that he quickly dodged, almost involuntarily.

"It's okay, it's empty, no grenades loaded, haha!"

Liu Tianji handed the jet-black rocket launcher to Zhang Su.

"Mad, I thought you were going to assassinate me! No grenade? Or no grenade?"

Zhang Su weighed the weapon in his hand. He didn't know the specific model, but it weighed about ten kilograms. It didn't take a guess to know that it must be in stock in the military camp.

Liu Tianji pointed at the car coming from the Qinglong Corps and said: "It's not loaded. There is a round in it. Lao Guo said it was an anti-personnel bomb. I don't understand."

"Okay, put it away and take it with you tonight. What other weapons do you have besides this?"

Zhang Su returned the rocket launcher to Liu Tianji.

"Except for the broken guns, there are twenty-five guns left, eighteen automatic rifles, and seven submachine guns. There are no spare bullets, and they are all packed in spare magazines. The guys from the Blue Dragon Corps are very well prepared!"

"Hey, awesome, use their weapons against them tonight!"

Zhang Su was very happy when he heard that. In the end of the world, the desire for food and weapons is unparalleled. It feels great to expand a large amount of arms at once.

"Let me out. Let me out. Let me out. Let me out. Let me out..."

Zhang Su was about to take a look at the weapons confiscated from the Qinglong Corps when he suddenly heard Su Xiaoya's shouts in various rhythms. It was not too noisy through the glass and wall. He sounded vague, and others estimated that Nothing could be heard.

"Pack up quickly and go to rest."

After saying that, he walked towards the B&B where Su Xiaoya was imprisoned. He was so noisy all night that he completely forgot about the little spy.

After finding the key and opening the door, Zhang Su saw Su Xiaoya sitting by the window in the dark room, with the quilt draped around her body and her eyes red and swollen.

The movements of her hands and feet were restricted, but she didn't expect to be able to wrap herself in a quilt, which was quite manageable. Unfortunately, the room was empty, and she couldn't even find a place to cut off the ties.

"Are you dead? You can still jump!"

Su Xiaoya sniffed and said aggrievedly: "Let me out, I want to go home, I want to go back to Kuanzhuang."

"Hmph..." Zhang Su felt funny and was too lazy to look at Su Xiaoya. He lit a cigarette and said, "Don't think about it for now when you go back. We have things to do and don't have time to care about you. If we can give you a place to live, I'll give you a place to live." Be grateful!”

"I don't need you to worry about it, I can go back on my own!"

Su Xiaoya said stubbornly and wanted to punch, but her arms were tied together. She almost fell down when she moved her body, and added: "Even if you die on the road, you don't have to worry about it!"

"Who cares if you can go back? You really mean it, huh?"

Zhang Su glanced sideways at Su Xiaoya. He hadn't looked at her since she was clean. Now that he looked at her, he felt that she looked familiar, which was strange.

"Hmm what?"

Su Xiaoya sobbed aggrievedly.

"No one cares about your life or death. Maybe everyone in Kuanzhuang will think you are dead." Zhang Su spread his hands.

Su Xiaoya's eyes widened and she said angrily: "Impossible!"

"Impossible? It's impossible for you to do such a dangerous thing, and there's no one to respond to it. It means I'm kind-hearted, otherwise you would have died eight hundred times! Just stay well, and others will do it. You deliver the food and I’ll deal with you after I’m done!”

Zhang Su turned around and left the room. No matter how Su Xiaoya shouted, he didn't bother to answer. He didn't even want to go back to Kuanzhuang gate easily. He dared to send a spy here to cause trouble. How could he let it go so easily? Unless Kuanzhuang really didn't care about Su Xiaoya's life or death, he must hand it over. A huge ransom.