Li Lu didn’t understand Feng Jun’s thoughts. Although Old Eight’s combat effectiveness was impressive, mass production would be difficult.

“Mass production is out of the question. Although Old Eight showed impressive flexibility and combat power, this is all due to my individual modifications.

Old Eight’s power unit, sensors, power joints, and combat style are all custom. If it’s for mass-producing Mechanical Dogs, it would be troublesome because, whether in actual combat or against a Zombie Tide, its combat power is no match for a soldier wearing Power Armor and holding a thermal weapon.

If robots are truly needed, it’s better to directly manufacture humanoid robots for combat.”

Li Lu sat on Old Eight’s body, stroking its head, and said, “Actually, Old Eight’s most important role for me is for escaping and reconnaissance.

As a Bounty Hunter, I often need to enter and exit city ruins or face zombies alone.

If I encounter a large zombie horde or a powerful enemy, I can ride Old Eight to escape.

In unfamiliar places, I can send it to scout first or attract enemies to create an escape opportunity for me.

Another reason is simply because I like dogs. And I’m not good at manufacturing other types of robots.”

“It doesn’t need to have Old Eight’s combat power. It just needs to be like an ordinary dog, and it would be even better if it were a bit smarter.

Also, the appearance—can you make it look exactly like a real pet dog?” Feng Jun had actually envisioned building an army of Mechanical Dogs, so that when a dense Zombie Tide surged, he could release a group of Mechanical Dogs to fight the Zombie Tide.

However, he also felt this idea was unreliable. Why not invest that energy into more Power Armor and tanks?

But if he could manufacture some realistic Mechanical Dogs and sell them on the current market, the effect should be good.

Li Lu said with some confusion, “If it’s just for pets, then it’s very simple.

Before the Doomsday, there were many bionic Mechanical Dogs and mechanical cats sold as pets on the market, and some combat programs could be omitted, making production much simpler.

However, the wasteland is never short of such things. If you need it, you can just have him do it for you.” After speaking, Li Lu pointed to a worker standing by.

Originally, the two workers were planning to leave after debugging the Mechanical Dogs, but unexpectedly, after Feng Jun and Li Lu came in, they stood one after another at the entrance and started chatting.

How could they join in when their boss was talking? So the two of them just stood there awkwardly.

Feng Jun then noticed the worker. They were two young men who looked to be in their twenties, appearing ordinary, the kind you wouldn’t notice in a crowd.

“Hello, boss, my name is Yan Xin.” The worker introduced himself. “Pre-Doomsday person, I’ve been out of the Refuge for 5 years.

My pre-Doomsday job was programming and developing household pet robots.”

Feng Jun nodded and said, “You heard my requirements just now. How long will it take you to give me the design drawings and samples for the product modification?”

Yan Xin scratched his head and, after a moment of thought, said, “Compiling the program and testing are not difficult; this aspect was very mature before the Doomsday.

I mainly want to know to what extent the materials need to be simplified. Redesigning the materials and main structure will be more troublesome, and then there’s the production of the bionic appearance.

If it’s to be a one-to-one replica of a cat or dog’s appearance, it will inevitably increase manufacturing costs and complexity.”

“You can make the appearance more cartoonish, the cuter the better, with that feeling that everyone loves at first sight.

It doesn’t necessarily have to follow the style of real cats and dogs; you can use silicone with a good feel or bionic fur for production.

The mechanical structure should be as simple as possible, and for the program, just make it close to the personality of a real pet.” Feng Jun briefly stated his requirements.

“Okay, boss, I’ll get you the first version of the plan as soon as possible,” Yan Xin nodded and said.

“Slave collar.” Feng Jun saw the slave collar exposed at Yan Xin’s collar.

Yan Xin reached out and touched his neck, then smiled. “The Refuge fell not long after it opened.

I was relatively lucky to be able to repair some machinery. These past few years, I’ve been sold back and forth on the wasteland until recently, when a slave merchant sold me to Longmen Town.

It’s also thanks to you for continuously recruiting engineers, otherwise I wouldn’t know where I would have been bought to.

Now my slave collar is in the hands of one of your soldiers.”

Feng Jun nodded. His current management of his subordinates was similar to the ancient feudal system of slavery.

He didn’t have many slave collars bound to his IEM; besides Song Peng and Song Zhan, there were only the five hundred-plus people originally brought from Huaicheng District.

Later acquired slaves and people who joined were all assigned under Song Peng and Song Zhan, somewhat resembling ancient feudal lords.

However, compared to ancient feudal lords, his power was still considerably greater.

Feng Jun tapped a few times on his IEM, and Yan Xin’s slave collar authority was transferred to his name.

This was the benefit the system authority brought him: a slave’s slave was still his slave.

So Feng Jun directly promoted Yan Xin. “From now on, you are my direct subordinate.

You can deploy other engineers within the town to assist you, and your treatment will begin to be issued according to the treatment of a low-ranking military officer.”

Yan Xin was extremely excited at this moment. He never expected that the boss he had never met would take a liking to him.

Even the treatment of a low-ranking military officer was far better than the life of an ordinary person. An independent dormitory, hot three meals a day, and a certain amount of cigarettes and canned meat allocated weekly.

Thinking of all this, the excited Yan Xin almost knelt down to Feng Jun on the spot.

Feng Jun patted Yan Xin’s shoulder and said, “Work hard; there’s a future with me.” Then he left the workshop with Li Lu.

Longmen Town, compared to before, had undergone a massive transformation. It was originally a dilapidated shantytown built with tin and rivets, but after Comrade Feng Jun arrived, everything began to develop in a positive direction.

The tin houses were successively torn down and rebuilt, and concrete buildings rose one after another.

The number of merchant groups and survivors coming and going on the streets gradually increased.

In the Doomsday, the speed of building houses was incredibly fast. Feng Jun passed a construction site and saw workers quickly lay the foundation for a house.

They dug pits in the ground and marked the positions of the main beams. After placing the molds, they started pouring cement.

This cement dried very quickly, almost hardening and setting within 10-20 minutes.

Feng Jun calculated their construction speed; they could build a two- to three-story house in about a day.

However, almost all the houses built had the same design, belonging to mass-produced models, which looked very monotonous.

But in the Doomsday, having a house to live in was already quite good, and no one would complain about the house being ugly.

Feng Jun even went forward and personally tested the hardness of this cement. The hardness after solidification was quite impressive; ordinary bullets only left a shallow bullet mark.

Feng Jun rode on Old Nine’s back and began patrolling the streets. Li Lu also rode Old Eight, following alongside.

From time to time, patrolling guards would march in formation on the street. These soldiers naturally recognized Feng Jun.

Whenever they passed by Feng Jun, they would stop and salute him, and Feng Jun would also wave to salute the soldiers.

Longmen Town is now a relatively well-known gathering place around Shangqing City. Every day, several merchant groups and Bounty Hunters come and go, earning tens of thousands of helium crystal daily just from grain transactions.

Looking at the bustling streets, Feng Jun couldn’t be happy. After patrolling Longmen Town, his mood became even heavier.

As an old saying goes, ‘An innocent man is guilty only for possessing a treasure.’

Feng Jun is now an upstart with immense wealth, earning astonishing fortunes every day, but he lacks a matching armed force.

Although he currently has a vague relationship with the Blackwater Merchant Guild, Feng Jun is certain that the Blackwater Merchant Guild is constantly watching him.

Once they decide to annex his forces, it would be almost impossible for him to offer any resistance.

Ascending the newly built city wall of Longmen Town, Feng Jun looked out. Although he had many soldiers, they were all light infantry.

The Zhu Hong Business Association, Blackwater Merchant Guild, Red Hand Mercenary Group, Blood Bell Gang, and Hongwen Gang—any one of these forces from Huaicheng District could easily sweep him away.

Li Lu seemed to sense Feng Jun’s melancholy and actively leaned against him, pressing tightly against his back.

She could feel that Feng Jun didn’t seem to belong to this world; from him, she always sensed a hint of sadness and a sense of crisis.

Feng Jun was very mysterious, coming alone to Iron Nail Town and bringing a large amount of food. Afterward, he expelled Chen Jianbin, built city walls, and even defeated the powerful Mutant zombie Sawtooth.

And she always had a feeling that Feng Jun might disappear from this world at any moment. Thinking of this, she felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness.

Women, as creatures, seem to be born with an extraordinarily keen sixth sense.

“Are you feeling unwell?” Feng Jun turned around and held Li Lu with one hand. He noticed that Li Lu’s complexion seemed a bit off.

Li Lu easily broke free from Feng Jun’s embrace. She didn’t express her feelings but instead said to Feng Jun, “Seeing you so melancholic, I felt a bit of empathy, that’s all.

What exactly are you thinking about?”

Seeing Li Lu proactively ask why he was worried, Feng Jun told her all his concerns.

Although he had already started building various defensive fortifications on the outskirts, if a Zombie Tide truly came, and it contained one or two Mutants like Roadblock or Sawtooth, then Longmen Town, which Feng Jun had painstakingly built, would definitely not be able to withstand it.

“If you need heavy equipment, I do know a place that might have pre-Doomsday heavy Power Armor or even tanks,” Li Lu said after hearing Feng Jun’s concerns.

Hearing that Li Lu had a way to help him acquire heavy equipment, Feng Jun immediately perked up. “Where is it?”

Li Lu said, “It’s in a subway in Shangqing City. I once followed a mercenary group on a mission.

At the mission site, I encountered several powerful Mutants. During my escape, I accidentally stumbled into a sealed subway station.

There were two Titan-class Power Armor and more than a dozen military train cars parked inside, very likely wartime stored backup military supplies.

However, at the time, I was being chased by a Mutant, so I could only hastily escape that subway station.”

Titan-class Power Armor—these are incredibly powerful heavy weapons. They stand ten meters tall and are equipped with plasma weapons and ion shield generators.

Even a powerful Mutant zombie like Roadblock is like a younger brother in front of it; one plasma cannon shot can burn it to ashes.

Hearing Li Lu say that such good stuff was hidden underground in Shangqing City, Feng Jun immediately became interested.

He quickly asked, “Do you still remember where that subway station is?” He would steal something like that even if he had to.

Li Lu nodded and said, “I generally remember the location, but that place is close to the city center, and there are many zombies.

If we go, it’s not suitable for a large group; just the two of us would be fine. More people would make us too big a target and easily discovered.”