The battle between the survivors and the growlers attracted a lot of zombies.

Not only is the community crowded, the streets outside are also densely packed.

There are also some zombies approaching here from other places.

"Okay, I can only continue to pretend to be dead."

Zhou Qiang didn't dare to command the zombies to move around. There were a lot of mutated zombies here. God knows what they did to the zombies they created?

Half an hour later.

The surroundings returned to dead silence.

Without the sound source, the zombies gradually returned to their usual wandering state.

Under Zhou Qiang's control, the strong zombie turned over and got up.

Take out the woodcutter from the green belt.

"puff!"

The knife rose and fell, cutting off a zombie's head.

This thing has been hanging in front of Zhou Qiang for a long time, and Zhou Qiang has long been unhappy with it.

Under Zhou Qiang's command, other zombies also found the woodchopping knife just now.

There are a lot of zombies here, so it's easy to kill them.

More than a dozen zombies started to attack, and each zombie that was caught off guard was chopped down to the ground.

Seeing the strength of the survivors, Zhou Qiang's inner sense of crisis intensified.

Zhou Qiang knew before that this apocalypse would not be simple.

But there is no concept.

Now there is.

The strength of the survivors and the terror of the zombies allowed Zhou Qiang to understand the world again.

What Zhou Qiang is most anxious about now is to create the Mammoth and the Swift.

Only with them can we have more protection in this end of the world.

Ordinary zombies are weak in strength, what Zhou Qiang can do is make up for it with quantity.

Since you want to have crazy troops, you need enough manufacturing points.

Controlling the burly zombie, Zhou Qiang became serious.

Now it's a bit like leveling. As long as you have great perseverance, you will get enough manufacturing points.

…………

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

In the community, the ground is full of zombie corpses.

【You get 1 manufacturing point!】

After hearing the prompt, Zhou Qiang looked at the manufacturing point and reached 330 manufacturing points.

The community has almost been cleared of zombies.

After chopping for so long, the edge of the woodcutter has become dull.

Zhou Qiang looked around and saw that there were still a few zombies here and there.

Using these manufacturing points, once zombies are created, Zhou Qiang will have nearly 60 zombies in his hands.

Strength is further strengthened.

not far away.

A created zombie held up a wood chopper with a curved blade and chopped down a zombie.

But he didn't die.

The created zombie kept raising its hand, and after a few cuts, it chopped off the zombie's head.

[You get a special talent fragment!]

The prompt sounded.

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

Zhou Qiang did not expect that the second piece of special talent would appear so suddenly.

Think about it, I have killed more than 300 zombies, so according to the probability, it should be dropped.

Controlling the strong zombie, Zhou Qiang approached the zombie where the fragment appeared.

This is what a greasy uncle looks like.

Nothing special.

Judging from his clothes, I really don’t know what kind of job the other person is engaged in.

It is impossible to deduce the rules for falling fragments through this.

Logically speaking, the people living in this area cannot be people with top abilities.

People with this kind of top-level ability are either in villas or in large flats in the city center.

This is a suburb, what status does it have?

Of course, it is not ruled out that they are zombies wandering here from other places.

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

Instead, just kill him.

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

The zombies created can execute simple instructions and act according to the instructions.

In terms of efficiency, it cannot compare to the strong men controlled by Zhou Qiang.

But if there are enough of them, their efficiency will be far beyond what Zhou Qiang can match.

Of course, there will be no losses to the zombie clones under Zhou Qiang's control.

But zombies who just follow instructions will definitely suffer losses.

"As long as you gain more manufacturing points than you lose, you will only get stronger and stronger."

Zhou Qiang gave the instructions to freely attack these zombies and returned his consciousness to himself.

In a residential building.

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

Controlling a zombie clone for so long is like playing an AR game, which is a bit mentally taxing.

After working for a long time, Zhou Qiang was so hungry that his belly pressed to his back.

Zhou Qiang took out a canned meat and a bottle of water, and ate them slowly.

Originally, I wanted to make a bucket of instant noodles, but the smell of the instant noodles... was not a problem. Zhou Qiang was really afraid of causing unnecessary trouble.

After finishing his meal, Zhou Qiang took out his cigarette again and lit one.

He blew out the smoke ring and looked outside.

The sky was almost darkening at this moment.

Another old day is passing.

To sum up, today’s harvest is undoubtedly huge.

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

As long as a special talent is synthesized into a zombie, no matter how high the cost, Zhou Qiang will bring it to the modern age.

In the apocalypse, its function is no different from that of an ordinary zombie.

"Another day of killing zombies tomorrow."

"We'll make money the day after tomorrow."

Manufacturing points and money must be grasped with both hands.

The existence of real-person function must be a gold-eating monster.

As the sky darkens.

The zombies in the dark night seem to become more violent and stronger.

Zhou Qiang did not terminate the order just because it got dark.

Instead, the zombies ignore the night and let them kill like robots crazily to earn manufacturing points for themselves.

They are no different from robots, they never tire.
To be continued...