Chapter 60 Chapter 60 Zombies
It was decided that He Junxia would join the manufacturing department.
Upon learning of the situation, Xie Liqing burst into tears of joy, praying for the Buddha's blessing. She almost placed a portrait of the scientist who first discovered that using supernatural powers to temper weapons could increase their offensive power on display at home.
(It failed because I couldn't find the portrait.)
However, the first phase of the psychic training course has already begun, and He Junxia has to wait until the training is completed and he obtains the certificate before he can report to the weapons manufacturing department.
I have to say that the (brainwashing) work of the training course is very effective.
There were ideological classes in the morning and field visits in the afternoon, with various welfare introductions interspersed in between to highlight personal heroism. From time to time, passers-by looked at the people with special abilities as if they were heroes.
Not to mention young people who are inexperienced in the world, even the mature and steady older generation can't stand it.
Before the training was over, many people took the initiative to sign employment agreements - most of them went to the manufacturing department and the people's livelihood department, and only Zhang Meixing chose the combat department, which indirectly proved He Junxia's guess.
She is the agent sent by the army.
After all, if they had the slightest desire to kill zombies, they would have been fooled by the brainwashing propaganda before the training and signed the enlistment agreement without even waiting for the training to begin.
Not to mention that Zhang Meixing and Zhang Hongmeng always sing in unison, one as the supporting role and the other as the funny role, directly or indirectly instilling positive thoughts into the psychics.
The few people with special abilities who were "unmoved" by the situation had already been divided up by the major forces.
Among them, Xu Huajin's Xu family, who was close to the water and had the advantage of being the first to get the moon, reaped the most benefits, directly absorbing four psychics, including two earth-type, one water-type, and one gold-type.
However, those with special abilities who have not joined the official organization need to serve the public welfare department for twelve hours free of charge every week, and they must use their special abilities.
Xu Huajin did approach He Junxia several times in the later stages of the training, and promised that the Xu family would train him at all costs, but He Junxia coldly rejected him every time.
For this reason, he specially found Zhang Hongmeng to tell her about his troubles, and the effect was very significant. The next day, the Xu family and Xu Huajin stopped harassing him and Xie Liqing.
There was something wrong with the way Xu Huajin looked at He Junxia.
But who cares?
We are in an emergency wartime state now. If the Xu family dares to attack the military's psychics at this time, they are seeking death.
After all, the base is just waiting for an opportunity to make an example of someone to scare the monkeys.
Unfortunately, those who are in power are all old foxes. Before they figure out the situation, they can only make some minor troubles. Their attitude of admitting mistakes is very good, making it difficult for the authorities to pursue them too much.
But these have nothing to do with He Junxia.
He was just an ordinary clerk in the weapons department, working from ten in the morning to four in the evening, going to and from get off work on time, eating three meals a day in the cafeteria, and spending less than ten contribution points a day.
——Contribution points are the current universal electronic currency of Yunjiang Base.
Moreover, because he is an employee who is key trained by the weapons manufacturing department, his treatment in crystal cores is no worse than that of the psychics in the combat department, and may even be better.
Less than 20 days after joining the company, he was successfully promoted to a second-level mutant with the strong support of the weapons department. The active factor content reached 24%, which made the head of the combat department feel that he had lost a good seedling.
Of course, you have to pay as much as you get. There is no free lunch in the world, and He Junxia is not the kind of person who only eats and does not work.
After completing the tasks assigned by the department, he also asked the minister to help him find a master who could teach him how to make cold weapons.
The minister didn't quite understand: "Why are you learning cold weapons?"
Although they are a weapons manufacturing department, they do not make all kinds of weapons. They only focus on tempering modern weapons such as guns, bullets, and rocket launchers.
He Junxia smiled: "I have a new idea I want to try."
Seeing that he seemed to be confident, the minister couldn't help but ask curiously, "You're still keeping me in suspense. Tell me about it. If you satisfy me, I will find you the best master and approve resources for you."
He Junxia raised his eyebrows and expressed his thoughts readily.
Although the weapons manufacturing department is not under the sole control of the minister, she is a very decisive person who always does what she says, and is very trustworthy in this regard.
Listening to He Junxia's ideas, Minister Pang's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and finally he looked at the boy lovingly: "Xiao Xie, if you have any ideas in the future, please tell me earlier. As long as they are not unrealistic, I will definitely support you."
He Junxia nodded seriously: "Yes."
Minister Pang couldn't help but feel sorry for his daughter.
This child is good in every way: capable, calm, hardworking, and motivated. The only problem is that he is too young. He is only 18 years old and still in high school, eight years younger than her daughter.
Otherwise, she would definitely let the two of them get to know each other.
He Junxia didn't know what Minister Pang was thinking. When his proposal was approved, he said goodbye and left. He went back to the lounge, took a half-hour nap, and then continued to work.
His job was simple, which was to use his special powers to temper the steel and copper used as the raw materials for making bullet casings.
The bullet shells produced from these raw materials have greater lethality against zombies, zombie animals and mutant animals. Just hitting the zombie's head can kill it with one shot.
Even if an ordinary bullet hits a zombie's head, it may not necessarily kill the zombie - as long as the brain structure near the crystal core is not severely damaged, the zombie can still move. Zombies with special abilities can even heal their wounds quickly, and their vitality is as strong as that of cockroaches.
“Huh---” “Huh---”
Flames were blazing and the fire was burning fiercely.
He Junxia leisurely took out his mobile phone and started listening to a book. While listening to the offline AI voice reading the sword-forging tutorial, he controlled his supernatural powers to temper every inch of raw materials from head to toe, from top to bottom.
However, if He Junxia had to choose, he would still prefer to work and chat with the other fire-type mutants.
Especially Aunt Wang, who was extremely well-informed. She could know the whole story of any big or small event that happened the day before, even down to the details, the next day.
Unfortunately, the other fire-type psychics only had level one abilities at most, with an active factor content of only 12%. Working with them would severely affect their ability performance and thus their work efficiency.
After trying several times, Minister Pang had no choice but to leave him alone, so that He Junxia couldn't find anyone to talk to.
Of course, He Junxia would just complain silently in her heart, and she wouldn't go so far as to tell others about this idea.
Compared to those who are struggling on the line between life and death and have to rely on base relief meals to survive, he is already happy enough.
"Crash"
The supernatural flame went out, He Junxia shook his hands, and skillfully took out a few transparent crystal cores and a piece of compressed biscuit from the crystal storage box to replenish energy.
Crystal cores and biscuits are both free supplies provided by the department. Although employees are not given unlimited access, the daily quota is sufficient and sufficient to satisfy their hunger.
A second-level psychic like He Junxia can receive 200 crystal cores and fifteen compressed biscuits/ten French bread rolls every day.
The only drawback is that the department has strict control over the consumption of crystal cores, requiring that the crystal cores taken out by the psychics must be absorbed immediately under monitoring to prevent someone from deliberately saving the crystal cores for their own use.
Some people with special abilities didn't quite understand at first, and didn't understand why a department that was always generous would set such a troublesome rule.
After all, the minister clearly wanted them to absorb more crystal nuclei to increase the content of active factors.
All I can say is that there is a bloody lesson behind every regulation.
In the absence of this seemingly bizarre rule, some people deliberately failed to fully refine the raw materials in order to save their superpowers and save on the crystal cores used for work. As a result, the bullet shells produced from that batch of raw materials posed a greatly reduced threat to zombies, and ordinary soldiers suffered heavy losses when dealing with the mutant creatures.
After the matter was exposed, the shoddy mutant was immediately taken away by special investigators, but no one has seen him since then, and his family has lost all their welfare benefits.
He Junxia guessed that he should still be alive, but it was hard to say how.
After all, if the base intends to severely punish the other party in accordance with laws and regulations, it will definitely publicize this case to deter other people with special abilities.
But in the end, this matter was treated coldly. People would not even mention the name of the person with special abilities directly, but would use "that so-and-so" instead.
——This base is far less safe than ordinary people think.
He Junxia gathered his scattered thoughts and began to concentrate on processing the raw materials in front of him.
The knowledge gained from listening to books flowed into his brain in a silky way and flowed out smoothly, without leaving any trace, just adding some background noise.
Three days later, He Junxia finally met the "best" master that Minister Pang mentioned.
A skinny old man with fierce eyes, a long scar on his left cheek and some marks of burns from fire. He looked like someone who was not to be trifled with.
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The author has something to say: I’m sorry for being late. I sent red envelopes to everyone. When I was typing, I suddenly found out that the card wallet at home was lost, [cracked][cracked][cracked]. The bank card, social security card, ID card, etc. are all gone. I’ve been in retrograde mode recently, and my mentality is a little broken. It took me a few hours to recover.
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