Chapter 92: Redesign

As Wang Zhi watched the few people running out, he was somewhat confused. But when he recognized one of them was Wu Changzheng, the deputy leader of the security team, his heart skipped a beat.

Wang Zhi stopped in his tracks, looking at Wu Changzheng, who was accompanied by seven soldiers, all in disarray. He couldn’t figure out what had happened, but the fact that they had come out of the Dawn Tower meant it was something significant.

The only thing Wang Zhi was sure about was that Wu Changzheng was connected to Jie Xi, which meant this matter had something to do with Jie Xi. It seemed he’d have to pay her a visit again.

“By the way, you guys go back first. Lao Duan and I are going to get some new clothes,” Wang Zhi gestured at his own combat suit.

The two of them made their way to the trading hall, where Wang Zhi asked the staff to create a suit similar to his for Duan Qingtian, and to tailor it to accommodate an additional 35 kilograms of weight, like Lao He’s suit.

Wang Zhi also bought Duan Qingtian a long Nepalese curved knife and a fully equipped automatic rifle, costing 1000 survival points. Thanks to the military warehouse’s discounted prices, Wang Zhi’s team saved a significant amount.

“Lao Duan, if you need anything else, just let me know,” Wang Zhi said as he patted Duan Qingtian on the arm.

“This is enough. No need for more; I can’t carry all of it,” Duan Qingtian said, raising the weapon that Wang Zhi had just given him.

Hearing this, Wang Zhi also remembered the issue of their weight load. The design of the Dawn Tower’s recommended chemical defense suits still had room for improvement.

For example, the current chemical combat suits only allowed carrying three grenades and a spare magazine, and the fit of the suit wasn’t very tight, which could affect the details of combat.

Thinking about this, Wang Zhi came up with the idea of designing a custom combat suit.

After leaving the trading hall, Wang Zhi and Duan Qingtian went to the medical room. When Duan Qingtian heard about the virus antibody vaccine, he was shocked, as he understood the significance of it.

Inside, Wang Zhi met with Sophie and asked her if there were any more vaccines available.

“Well, consider yourselves lucky. The higher-ups allocated six doses for your team. Now that you’ve taken yours, there’s one left,” Sophie glanced at Duan Qingtian and understood he was the new member of Wang Zhi’s team.

After receiving the vaccine, the two of them returned to their quarters. Wang Zhi arranged for Duan Qingtian to stay in Zhang Ming’s old room. He then asked Lao He to go and talk to Duan Qingtian about recent events to help him integrate into the team.

In the living room, Su Mu Ying and the others were still watching the soap opera they had been following. It seemed they had decided to take a break from training for now.

Wang Zhi helplessly grabbed a piece of paper and a pen to start designing the new combat suit. He thought to himself that if he designed something more practical than the one they had, he could submit the design to the Dawn Tower. He could then sell it at a higher price based on the tower’s manufacturing costs. However, most teams already had their own gear, and poorer teams probably wouldn’t be able to afford such high-end equipment.

Wang Zhi began sketching the suit. He designed pockets on both sides of the ribcage to carry spare magazines—one for handgun ammo and one for rifle ammo.

“Mm… chest area reinforced,” Wang Zhi muttered as he sketched.

Hearing this, Su Mu Ying suddenly turned her head, looking at him curiously.

“What’s… what’s up, Ying Jie?” Wang Zhi was startled when she looked at him.

“What did you just say?” she asked.

“I said… the chest… needs to be reinforced…” Wang Zhi realized midway that something was wrong.

“Oh? So you’re saying someone’s chest needs to be reinforced?” Su Mu Ying raised an eyebrow and teased him.

“It’s not about anyone’s chest! I’m talking about designing our chemical combat suit. The chest part should be reinforced,” Wang Zhi quickly explained.

“Ah, I see~ Well, just make sure it’s black in the end,” Su Mu Ying said after thinking for a moment, then turned back to continue watching her soap opera.

Reinforcing the chest area could effectively prevent fatal injuries. If the virus antibody vaccine worked, as long as they could survive, the rest didn’t matter. As for the color, Wang Zhi had already planned to make it black—after all, they couldn’t walk around at night in green or white suits.

Wang Zhi then went on to design pockets on the arms for extra supplies. He also added straps on the legs to carry daggers.

On one side of the waist, he designed a pouch for carrying grenades, while on the other side, he planned to install a grappling hook launcher.

The grappling hook launcher could fire the hook like a bullet, and then claws would extend from all sides to secure it to the current position. When the activation trigger was pressed, gas would drive a fan to retract the cable, pulling the user up to the grappling hook.

Wang Zhi had seen such grappling hook devices before. They were expensive, and the practical use wasn’t very high, so he hadn’t purchased one. But now, he realized that this device could sometimes save a life.

After finishing the sketch, Wang Zhi nodded in satisfaction, admiring the combat suit that only he could understand.

“Alright, let’s go eat!” Wang Zhi put away his sketch and turned to speak to the three people who were still absorbed in their soap opera.

He then went to the room where Lao He and Duan Qingtian were, and the six of them headed to the third-floor restaurant.

By this time, Duan Qingtian, who had just arrived, looked like a different person—his clothes were changed, his beard was shaved, and his hair had been trimmed by Lao He. He looked much more refreshed.

“Today, Lao Duan joined us, so let’s order some better food. Everyone, eat more,” Wang Zhi said, mostly ordering high-nutrient meals for Duan Qingtian to help him recover from his temporary malnutrition.

After the meal, it was time for another disk action. With the fatty around, Wang Zhi and the others never had any leftovers.

“Ah! It’s been so long since I’ve eaten this much,” Fatty leaned back in his chair, rubbing his stomach.

Wang Zhi had ordered a bit too much this time, spending 80 survival points. After the food price hike, each meal used to cost around 20 survival points, but with the 50 survival points supplement from their day’s training, they had just managed to cover the cost.

After leaving the restaurant, the six of them entered their free time. Wang Zhi once again took Liuli with him, heading toward the first floor’s security headquarters. He couldn’t stop thinking about Wu Changzheng and the seven soldiers he had seen at the entrance earlier.