Chapter 222 (1/2)
On the morning of March 17.
Lu Chuan, who rarely had a good sleep, after breakfast, first listened to an Tong's report on the situation of his small industries. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, he naturally wanted to put his mind on the end of the world.
Apocalypse, biochemical factory.
Arriving here, a series of cues are introduced into the ear.
As soon as Lu Chuan's consciousness flashed, the information of these hints was presented to Lu Chuan one by one.
”Sister!”
Looking at these messages, Lu Chuan felt a pang of pain.
One hundred and forty-nine lickers, one day and one night, killed more than 60. What's the concept? It's 26 million.
One day and one night, there is no more than 26 million. Even if you can make more money, you can't stand this kind of consumption.
These cues are actually the information of the death of the licker.
Looking at the death messages on the top, Lu Chuan felt heartache. If it is true, in the form of stocking, it will bring about high loss. If we have our own control and concentrate our efforts, this kind of loss should be controlled within two million.
However, the efficiency of self-control is too slow.
To strengthen, you can only kill Level 3 zombies. Unlocking requires fragments, which can only kill the zombies of level 3.
To really rely on their own everywhere to do, but not to the death of people?
After reading the loss prompt information, it is Lu Chuan who is concerned about it. What kind of harvest will be gained after paying such a high price?
”Ding, harvest three levels of white (normal) driving debris.”
”Ding, harvest three levels of white (ordinary) cooking pieces.”
”Ding, harvest three levels of green (refined) gunshot fragments.”
”Sting, get the hellhound fragment.”
”Sting, get the hellhound fragment.”
What really surprised Lu Chuan was the fragments of the gun. Green fragments, belonging to the refined level, are no longer small gains.
At the same time, it also unlocked two pieces of hellhound.
It's not like some of the blankness that's provided. Lu Chuan checked it and found that there were still six blank third level fragments.
”Not too bad.”
Such a great harvest can not be said to be less. Twenty six million, in exchange for these gains, it is still some losses, but it is enough to make Lu Chuan feel better.
Looking over the place where the licker died, Lu Chuan raised his eyebrows.
Through the records in the biochemical factory, we can know where the zombie died. This is a kind of data. Through these data, Lu Chuan found 60 lickers, and 39 of them died in the same place.
”This...”
Lu Chuan was shocked, that is to say, there must be a strong and unimaginable zombie in this place.
Coincidentally, Lu Chuan found another interesting thing. The hunting of two hellhounds was actually in the same place. This is strange, if it is the hellhound, the strength of lickers, it is impossible to cause such a large number of casualties.
Such a big loss, from the two pieces of hellhound fragments, Lu Chuan felt that the death of the licker Eater must have something to do with the hellhound.
”The top priority is to strengthen a licker who can fight for the first time.”
Six third level blank fragments, plus the three instinctive fragments above, are enough to strengthen a lick.
Of course, it is impossible to strengthen the gun technique of refined level now. It is necessary to strengthen it by instinct fragments matching with the shooting method. B1's inborn primitive instinct is so good that it is not suitable to strengthen the garbage instinct of cooking.
In other words, this strengthened licker will be a creature with big limbs and simple mind.
However, Lu Chuan doesn't care. He has no instinct. As long as the strength and speed arrive, it is enough to form a crush.
”Return to the factory.”
Lu Chuan gave instructions to the outside lickers, and the remaining lickers, as soon as they carried out, turned their heads and headed for the biochemical factory.
One day and one night, some lickers even went across the city.
It's going to take a while to get these lickers back.
Even a hundred lickers are not enough, for Lu Chuan, who likes to explode with quantity, it is intolerable. We opened the manufacturing room and directly ordered the manufacture of 31 lickers, raising the number to 120.
Half an hour later.
Thirty one lickers stood in front of Luchuan, and they lined up.
Lu Chuan glanced at the information they presented. He was somewhat disappointed. It seemed that it was still difficult to develop his natural primitive instinct. Only one of the 31 lickers had the same instinct: painting.
Licker is the second evolution of the dissimilated zombie. It has painting instinct. Its predecessor is probably a female?
”Licker, can draw?”