Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

“Looks like we need to capture more Petrified Skin Zombies, this thing is bulletproof, too amazing!”

Zhang Su observed as Fu Weijun meticulously examined and expressed his thoughts.

“Hmm… Mr. Zhang, the situation might not be as optimistic as it seems. The bullet’s kinetic energy still caused some damage to the glove, look at this.”

Fu Weijun pulled and folded the spot that had undergone gunfire and said, “See? There’s a slight crack here that’s absent elsewhere, indicating that the pistol’s power is nearing its limit! Moreover… you can’t ignore the impact of bullets hitting the body!”

The bulletproof equipment worn on the body only prevents bullets from penetrating internally; in terms of absorbing impact, it’s reliant on oneself. Even the most robust cushioning design, while blocking rifle bullets, could still knock someone unconscious or cause significant pain.

“Not researching the impact for now, achieving such a result is already defying the odds. By the way, how did you sew the thread in there if it’s bulletproof?”

Zhang Su’s perspective on the glove had fundamentally changed. Initially given by Fu Weijun, he found it somewhat repulsive, with shoddy stitching and gaps letting in air, feeling awkward wearing it. However, after discovering its bulletproof nature, he wished he could immediately fashion a suit from it!

Fu Weijun pointed to the nearby workbench and said, “Using a needle awl can pierce through; this material has non-Newtonian fluid characteristics, offering stronger defense against faster impacts, yet can be penetrated with consistent pressure.”

“Oh wow?”

Zhang Su exclaimed, increasingly marveling at this wonder, struggling to imagine it as a product of Earthly technology, becoming more convinced that this catastrophe was associated with other civilizations.

“No need to study non-Newtonian fluids now; I want to know if it can withstand rifle bullets!”

“Experiment and you’ll know, shall we?”

Fu Weijun eagerly encouraged Zhang Su to conduct testing, more enthusiastic than anyone.

“Let’s go!”

Zhang Su handed the glove to Fu Weijun and guided him out of the laboratory.

Finding a rifle within the camp was rather easy, as some carried them around. Stepping outside Cui Leng Pavilion, Zhang Su saw Wang Xin and Zhao Dezhu nearby, working on rapid aim techniques and body techniques.

“Zhuzi, lend me your rifle, I need to use it!”

“What are you guys up to, pistols aren’t enough, now rifles?”

Zhao Dezhu curiously handed over the rifle after securing it.

“Hehe!” Zhang Su smiled mysteriously and said, “Come on, over to the mountain, I’ll show you something good!”

The group began walking towards the mountain pass, when Zhang Su’s walkie-talkie hanging on his waist buzzed.

“Spotted someone, spotted someone, turning from the provincial road onto a makeshift path, repeating,…”

Zhang Su took off the walkie-talkie and said, “Luezi, what’s happening?”

“Brother Su, spotted someone on monitor turning from south onto the provincial road and then onto the makeshift path, sitting at the explosion site, seems like… not an adult!”

Wu Lue reported the news while observing the monitor.

“Not an adult?”

Zhang Su and his team exchanged puzzled looks.

“Appears to be a girl; that’s right, confirmed it’s a little girl!”

Wu Lue’s sharp eye for women did not let even muddied footage stop him!

Zhang Su furrowed his brows, strongly suspicious of unexpected survivors, even if they appeared to be children.

“Brother Su, how do we handle it?”

Waiting for a response, Wu Lue took the initiative to ask.

“Continue observing; she likely doesn’t know anyone’s on the mountain, might just be a coincidence!”

“Alright…”

Wu Lue agreed reluctantly; he thought Zhang Su might invite the girl to the camp, not considering the security risks but rather hoping a child could bring some fun, believing a child couldn’t stir up much trouble.

After instructing Wu Lue, Zhang Su and others headed towards the mountain pass again.

“What kind of good stuff is this that requires gloves to handle? Too mysterious!”

Zhao Dezhu was puzzled by Zhang Su’s seriousness as he took out a shoddily made glove.

“Haha, it’s this!” Zhang Su shook the glove in his hand and said, “Dr. Fu discovered bulletproof material; earlier I tested it with a pistol, wasn’t penetrated. Now let’s try with a rifle!”

“Bulletproof? That’s incredible! Quickly…”

Excited, Zhao Dezhu eagerly anticipated.

“Wow, if it’s bulletproof, then preventing zombie bites should also be possible, right?” asked Wang Xin.

Zhang Su shrugged and said, “Not necessarily, Dr. Fu says this material has non-Newtonian fluid properties; if zombie bite force is strong enough, it might bypass it!”

“Uh, okay… So where do we place the glove? Hang it on a tree, or on a rock, Brother Su?”

Wang Xin, unbothered, proactively sought solutions.

“Ideally, the back should be akin to soft tissue, providing direct understanding of the protective result!”

Fu Weijun suggested.

Zhang Su and his team’s expressions became odd, pondering soft tissue sources…

“Should I fetch a pig?”

Zhao Dezhu gestured towards the distant pigsty.

“Forget it… Do the test then slaughter a pig later, it’s inappropriate. Seems like you’re craving meat, no? Didn’t we eat to fullness days ago?”

Zhang Su doubted Zhao Dezhu’s motives.

“I… I didn’t! I never did!”

Zhao Dezhu profusely denied, but his uneasy appearance was insincere.

“Soft, soft… Well, isn’t that suitable?”

Zhang Su pointed to discarded tires piled in the corner.

The group agreed, eventually anchoring tires with rocks, then attaching the glove onto them.

“But buddy, the glove is double-layered, will it suffice?”

Zhao Dezhu recognized a problem.

“No problem; double-layered or not, let’s fire a shot first!”

Following the words, they promptly moved behind Zhang Su.

Bang!

Poof…

From over ten meters away, aiming and shooting left no chance for misfires.

As the bullet hit the tire, it noticeably deformed, yet anchored by rocks, didn’t shift position.

Everyone hurried forward to inspect the glove’s condition.

Poof, poof.

Zhang Su brushed the glove’s surface then blew on it, face full of joy, saying, “Pierced one side with merely a small hole, while the other side shows limited damage!”

The USP pistol’s muzzle energy is 500 joules, while the Type 95 automatic rifle’s is nearly 2000, almost four times stronger, yet it merely created a small hole in the petrified outer layer!

“This is invincible; darn, buddy, wearing two layers of this means not even a rifle can kill you!”

Zhao Dezhu’s eyes widened, thoroughly astonished.

Wang Xin shook his head and said, “No need, Brother Zhuzi, two layers won’t be necessary; one layer of fabric combined with a composite board can disperse stress, easily defending against Type 95 rifle shots!”

“Hehehe…” Zhang Su amusedly watched Zhao Dezhu and Wang Xin and said, “I need to correct you both. This isn’t fabric!”

“Huh? Then what is it? Dr. Fu’s new material invention? Unlikely…”

Wang Xin skeptically shook his head; in current conditions, creating new inventions seemed implausible.

Examining the glove carefully Zhao Dezhu’s face changed, “Buddy, this… Could this be the Petrified Skin Zombies’ outer skin?!?”

Having encountered petrified skin zombies intimately, Zhao Dezhu recognized their appearance, noting the glove’s patterns were not identical but shared 70-80% similarity with those zombie’s skin patterns.

“Indeed!” affirmed Fu Weijun, “I crafted this glove from skin taken off mutated zombies, undergoing a series of special treatments beforehand.”

Hearing the glove was genuinely made from zombie skin, Wang Xin’s mouth twitched a few times before forming a peculiar expression, “Given it’s bulletproof, I can accept that…”

“Too accepting!” Zhao Dezhu, unfazed by it, wore the glove, then placed it on his head, looking rather comical.

“Buddy, look, some hard hats lined with zombie skin would make perfectly bulletproof helmets!”

Contemplative, Zhang Su nodded, the plan seemed viable, especially with military-grade helmets for improved results.

Zhao Dezhu gleefully fiddled with the glove and said, “Dr. Fu, we caught several zombies lately; can we mass-produce this bulletproof skin?”

Fu Weijun blandly glanced at Zhao Dezhu, unwilling to answer, then turned to Zhang Su saying, “Mr. Zhang, wondering if there’s a professional hunter in camp, experienced in skinning.”

Although not addressing Zhao Dezhu directly, it indirectly answered his question.

“Well…”

Just as Zhang Su was about to speak, the walkie-talkie buzzed again.

“Brother Su, Brother Su, the girl is moving toward the camp, repeating, the girl is moving toward the camp!”

This time, it was Xiaoshuai, partnered with Wu Lue, speaking cautiously.