Apocalyptic War Machine: Raiding Billions in Warehouses from the Start

In addition to the metal tower, the interior of the "Angel of Death" base is surrounded by factories.

Lu Chen followed Lu Mao and drove to a camouflage-colored factory. There were many cars parked outside the factory, including off-road vehicles, jeeps, and large trucks.

The sound of various tool machining came from inside. This is a modified factory.

"Drive in and find a man named Zhang Dachui and ask him to register you."

Lu Mao left Lu Chen at the door and turned to leave.

Lu Chen drove in and felt a strong smell of engine oil. Several off-road vehicles were lifted up in the air by lifts, and workers were welding various parts and armor on them.

The brilliance of arc heating and the sparks flying during welding filled the entire factory. Lu Chen followed the guidance to the spray painting registration office.

These seven forces rely on the spray paint on the car body to distinguish between enemies and friends, so spraying the prescribed flaming skull pattern on the car body is equivalent to registering at the base.

"Zhang Dachui?" Chase Lu asked a shirtless, bald man with brassy skin.

The bald Zhang Dachui put down the "How to Practice Programmers" in his hand, glanced at Lu Chen, and then at the chariot.

"Are you that genius mechanic?"

Lu Chen nodded. Since he became the captain of the No. 3 team appointed by Yue Ji, all the red-haired boys were now under his command.

The younger brothers who follow the trend naturally hype up his deeds in the base, such as killing giant zombies in an instant and being a genius mechanic.

Zhang Dachui looked around the chariot and said, "This thing is not good either. You are just a blind cat who has encountered a dead mouse."

Black technology, uncle, it’s only strange if you understand it.

Because Lu Chen turned on the camouflage mode, many key nodes were hidden by the system, and the modifications visible to the naked eye naturally seemed messy and even redundant.

"Register, uncle." Lu Chen didn't want to talk nonsense with him.

"What uncle? I am 25 this year."

Zhang Dachui used an instrument to scan the appearance of the tank into a computer, and then designed a paint pattern based on the shape of the tank on the computer.

After it was over, Lu Chen drove the chariot into a gantry similar to an "automatic car washing machine" under his guidance.

Lu Chen lowered the window and the painting process began.

Although the quality of the spray paint design is worrying and even a little ugly, it can be cleaned with a crystal core in the future, so Lu Chen is not very disgusted.

"Are we going to join this organization?" Zhuang Yuan finally couldn't help but ask.

She has no good impressions of these people. Whether it's the behavior of Red, Green, or Yue Ji, it can be seen that this organization is not a good organization.

Lu Chen shook his head, "It's only temporary. We will take over this base after we get the information we want."

"Is it the information about the metal tower?" Zhuang Yuan asked, she also paid attention to the unusual building.

"More than that, that woman is a superpower."

"Human superpowers? You only said that zombies have superpowers before."

"Yes, humans can't produce superpowers on their own, so these secrets are probably in the metal tower.

And the survivors she selected to enter the tower, what role do they play.

A few days before the apocalypse broke out, this organization was able to establish such a complete doomsday base. What force is behind this?

This intelligence is critical to our survival in the apocalypse. "

Lu Chen chatted for a long time, not only to tell Zhuang Yuan, but also to sort it out himself.

The information gap in his rebirth allowed him to be ahead of most people and prepare supplies and many other things in advance.

But the advantages of this information are almost used up as my level increases. After all, I did not have a system in my previous life and had no access to higher-dimensional information.

In this world, information is everything, and Lu Chen needs to unlock more intelligence in the "Angel of Death".

Zhuang Yuan closed his eyes slightly and fell into thinking.

Lu Chen looked up and down at Zhuang Yuan who was in deep thought. This set of clothes really limited Zhuang Yuan's charm.

If he changed into Yue Ji's outfit, Zhuang Yuan would be even more stunning.

"Why are you laughing for no reason?" Zhuang Yuan asked shyly.

She had just finished thinking and felt that temporarily joining this organization was indeed the best choice at the moment.

I wanted to ask Lu Chen a few more questions, but found that he was staring at me and laughing.

Zhuang Yuan blushed to the base of his ears and quickly turned away.

"Ahem," Lu Chen pretended to be calm, "I thought of something happy."

"What's up?"

"My wife, ah no, the spray paint is ready."

After spray painting, Lu Chen drove to the parking spot.

It was just dinner time and everyone was gathering to receive food.

The base is strictly hierarchical, and people at each level have different meals.

The captain of the convoy and the captain of the base guard seemed to have the highest level and the most abundant food, including chicken, duck and other meats.

Next are the technicians and managers, then the ordinary minions, and finally the survivors captured by them.

Those survivors were in ragged clothes, with sallow complexion and thin skin, obviously suffering from torture in the apocalypse.

And inside the base, they didn't have a good life. They only had rotten vegetables and porridge every day, and they had to do hard labor.

And some of them were captured into the metal tower, although they didn't know what they were doing.

But Lu Chen guessed that it was probably a human experiment!

Lu Chen didn't go to get the food. He and Zhuang Yuan ate some Wagyu beef, Xiaoqinglong and so on in the car.

Metal tower, second underground floor, combat conference room.

A huge LCD screen was displaying all the information about the tank, as well as the background information of Lu Chen and Zhuang Yuan.

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There was a circle of people wearing white lab coats sitting underneath, led by Yue Ji, the leader of the "Angel of Death".

She leaned back on the chair, crossed her legs gracefully, and played with a pen in her hand.

The high heels on her feet were swaying gently, and the sharp blades on the heels sparkled in the light.

Her legs were straight and slender, clinging to the smooth surface of the black stockings, proudly displaying her seductive curves.

The conference room was quiet, no one dared to interrupt Yue Ji's thinking, or everyone was busy admiring the tempting scene in front of them.

"What do you think?" Yue Ji asked.

"This car is very crudely modified. It doesn't need to be scanned at all. Anyone with some repair experience can see it. I don't believe this car can fight against giant zombies."

A man stood up to speak and then sat down again.

"When I controlled him with my powers, he still claimed that he had killed the giant zombie." Yue Ji said.

"You may not be telling the truth when you are under mind control, it depends on the way you ask questions and"

"Are you doubting my ability?" Yue Ji turned to look at the person who was speaking.

"Oh no, no, I'm not"

"Master Chief, I believe he killed the giant zombie.

But I think when he attacked the giant zombie, a lot of his life force was already consumed by the heavy machine gun. This gave him an opportunity. "

Yue Ji pushed up her glasses, and she was quite satisfied with this answer.

"Give Li Hao today's information and let the No. 3 convoy carry out the mission tomorrow."

"Master Chief, this risk is too great. One convoy will definitely not be able to do it."

"Yes, if you fail, you will lose the entire team!"

Yue Ji snorted coldly, "A convoy is nothing. I want to see his true strength."