Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

“Casually smear flexible mini high-explosive bomb?”

Zhang Su quickly summarized the gadget in his hand, then pondered, “Dr. Fu, is the increase in dosage and power proportional?”

This is crucial; don’t wait for 0.1 gram to have this power, but 1 gram only blows a small pit on the wooden table. Then this bottle in hand is equivalent to a grenade—not useless, but too weak.

Fu Weijun shrugged helplessly, “Mr. Zhang, I don’t want to come back and find the house gone, and have to search for my broken remains in the rubble, so I didn’t continue trying. I trust you are more professional in weapons testing.”

Arrogance isn’t bad, but Zhang Su realized this guy’s emotional intelligence isn’t low. At least he secretly flatters…

“Let me try! Interested in joining?”

Zhang Su activated the backup energy slot, which is now at 95%. Forget tiredness, I’m feeling great. If I don’t test the new weapon, I won’t sleep well.

Fu Weijun flashed a bright smile, nodding, “That’s great, let’s go now, where’s convenient?”

“The usual spot, by the mountain stream!”

Zhang Su pointed to their regular shooting practice spot, which after logging is just stumps and has expanded into an active area for the camp.

“Let’s go!”

Fu Weijun was more enthusiastic than Zhang Su.

Zhang Su pushed the wheelchair out, asking, “Is there only one bottle extracted?”

“There are two bottles, I want to keep one for further research, maybe there’s other potential uses.”

Fu Weijun gently tapped his carry-on bag, such strange ingredients might have unexpected uses.

Zhang Su opened the door and headed out, reminding, “Research is great, but safety first, it’s highly dangerous! By the way, Dr. Fu, we found a survivor from Cyan Dragon Corps today, like you, working on zombie research.”

“Oh… research in what area?”

Fu Weijun seemed disinterested, asking casually.

“I’m not sure, maybe you could exchange ideas.”

“If it’s a regular researcher, forget it. Better focus on our own stuff, avoiding disturbances.”

Fu Weijun politely declined Zhang Su’s suggestion, but made it clear, Little Karami should stay away.

Zhang Su nodded silently, this was the real Fu Weijun; earlier flattery was fake. Knowing his character, this reaction was natural. He laughed, “I hear he was deputy minister of the science department in the Cyan Dragon Corps, might have real skills, the zombie modification project might be related to him. His capability needs your assessment.”

He deliberately raised Xie Yanshan’s rank a few levels, plus enticing projects, to catch Fu Weijun’s attention, finally placing a high hat on him, leaving no room for refusal.

The move worked, Fu Weijun heard of the high rank and the zombie modification project, plus leadership trust, and was very intrigued. He was about to speak when Duan Wuhu came down the stairs with two woven bags.

“Hey! Brother Zhang, you’re back, sorry, haha. The house is fine, no worries, haha.”

Duan Wuhu saw Zhang Su and company in the courtyard, with an embarrassed yet amused smile.

Zhang Su shrugged, “Experiments should be done at Cui Leng Pavilion. How are things with you?”

“Almost done, anything you need help with?”

Duan Wuhu placed the garbage bags aside, asking.

“We’re about to test the explosion’s power, interested?”

“Sure, let’s go, I’ll push.”

Duan Wuhu gladly accepted, much more fun than cleaning the house.

“Mr. Zhang, where’s the researcher you mentioned?”

Fu Weijun couldn’t help but ask.

“He was injured earlier, healed quickly after consuming some stuff, but his mental state needs recovery, currently cleaning with others. Oh, you reminded me, the thalamus effect exceeded expectations; two rescued from Cyan Dragon Corps were severely injured…

Especially the researcher Xie Yanshan I mentioned, caught in an explosion, likely internal organs shifted, but after taking Zombie Thalamus, recovered promptly!”

Zhang Su now values this greatly, though resistance came fast—by the fourth time it was ineffective and possibly risky. Nevertheless, it undeniably saves lives, three times!

“Seems my treatment theory was correct; Zombie Thalamus doesn’t merely heal, but enhances body functions, allowing self-healing. Parts unable to regenerate remain so—tragically.”

Fu Weijun glanced at his legs, wishing to stand, but sadly couldn’t.

Zhang Su saw Fu Weijun’s demeanor and understood his research drive, healing his legs might be a goal, he gently patted the shoulder, “Future holds hope, Dr. Fu, don’t lose heart.”

He doesn’t want Fu Weijun to despair, technology will be vital; now lacking equipment, but going to Qin City or relocating his lab will speed progress.

Not expecting zombies to revert to humans—pure fantasy. Technology improving life is enough, including weapon research!

“Um… any tools accurately measuring capacity?” Zhang Su asked.

To determine explosion power, control over dosage basics is crucial, applying a needle tip like before is too crude.

“Yes.” Fu Weijun nodded, looking at Duan Wuhu, “Old Duan, on the right of the lab table are pipettes; grab the thinnest one, please.”

Requesting Duan Wuhu to fetch it, then told Zhang Su, “I have a pipette accurate to 0.1 ml for dosing control.”

Zhang Su nodded; under current conditions, accurate to 0.1 ml was sufficient.

“Oh? Brother Su, Dr. Fu, where are you headed? Explosion test? Wait for me…”

“Ha, I’ll join too. Hey, Old Liu, come to the shooting range, something fun’s happening.”

Zhang Su pushed Fu Weijun toward the mountain stream attracting attention; upon learning of the explosion test, many joined in.

Corgi Good Fortune saw the crowd entering its work area, curious, followed to join the fun.

Zhang Su didn’t intend to secretly conduct experiments; explosions aren’t quiet. No point hiding now; it’s not like before. No need to always flaunt power, but informing teammates is wise—it boosts morale and loyalty.

To ensure safety, Zhang Su received a fuse from Yu Qing, one meter long, burning in about a hundred seconds, allowing a 300-400 meter run.

Arriving, with the moon hazy and camp lights illuminating them among towering mountains; the long-deforested area was now great for activities.

A dozen people stood in the stream, awaiting Zhang Su to reveal explosive wonder, only to see him pull a small glass bottle.

“Damn…”

Wu Lue was the first to express dissatisfaction, sniffing loudly, sarcastically, “Brother Su, we’re freezing here for your explosive art, and you bring this tiny thing?”

“Well… big bro, we might not be educated but know explosion power is proportional to the material. What’s in here, nuclear?”

Zhao Dezhu pinched his nose saying.

The others shared the notion, figuring even nukes can’t be that small; reactors need kilograms to chain-react explosively.

“Uh, I think Boss Zhang’s thing must have secrets, not as simple as it looks. Let’s wait and see.”

Wang Longzhong too felt uncertain but praised anyway.