Apocalypse: Zombie Elimination Expert

The protective gear includes the entire arm and lower leg.

The arm armor extends from the wrists to the shoulders, with looser sleeves.

The lower leg section just covers the knee, like a pair of knee-high socks.

The zombie skin is made of a special material that is flexible and soft, but it does not feel loose. In addition, Chen Tuo had measured his and Shu Yao's arm and leg circumferences in advance, so the armor he made fit almost perfectly and did not slip down when put on.

Although the stitching and workmanship of both sets of protective gear are rather rough, they are practical and no one can see them when they are worn inside clothing.

Even though there were only two sets, it took Chen Tuo several hours of back and forth to barely manage to make them.

During this time, Shu Yao wanted to help, but he directly chased her out, telling her to seize the time to train and improve her strength and stamina.

He wouldn't lower his standards for Shu Yao just because they were closer; on the contrary, he would only be stricter.

Only in this way can she survive in the apocalypse, and even live longer...

Looking at the two sets of protective gear in his hands, Chen Tuo tried them on in the bathroom. After putting them on, he felt the coolness coming from his arms and calves, and it seemed pretty good.

The key is that it doesn't affect hand and foot movement at all. If you don't think about it, you might think you're just wearing a base layer underneath.

Chen Tuo gripped the dagger in reverse and stabbed himself in the arm.

I didn't feel much of a difference.

Then, he used all his strength to stab it hard.

The protective gear dented slightly as the knife tip slid in, and a stinging sensation came from my skin.

However, in terms of the force of this strike, its power was reduced by at least 70-80%. After removing the blade, only a small white dot appeared on the blade, causing no damage to the protective gear whatsoever.

Chen Tuo was very satisfied.

The protective gear made from zombie skin seems to be working surprisingly well.

Based on this level of defense, even if one were unfortunately bitten on the arm by a zombie, aside from the dull pain from the pressure, there would be almost no risk of the bite penetrating and causing infection.

Wearing a leather jacket over it can even reduce the force by 20%, and the pain will be much less.

In this way, even if the bite doesn't penetrate the arm but only hits it, the intense pain won't cause the arm to lose strength and control.

Unfortunately, there's still too little usable skin left on the metal-clad zombies.

The three large pieces can only be used to make two sets. Besides that, there are only some scraps left over from the cutting.

I couldn't even add more protection to my thigh area...

Chen Tuo originally wanted to use the leftover scraps to make a pair of gloves to replace the boxing gloves.

MMA-specific fingerless gloves aren't very thick, so they don't reduce most of the power like boxing gloves, but they still weaken the power of your punches to some extent, making them less lethal than bare fists.

After thinking about it for a long time, Chen Tuo still gave up.

Arm and calf braces are easy to make. Just cut them into the right shape, punch two rows of holes along the sides, and then tie them with a rope.

But gloves are a much more complicated product to make.

He really didn't know how, and after thinking about it, he finally decided to just make do with the boxing gloves...

Chen Tuo entered the living room, holding a set of Shu Yao's clothes, which was a size smaller than the one he was wearing.

To be honest, Shu Yao had some reservations about protective gear made from zombie skin.

Even though it looks no different from ordinary animal leather now, the thought that it was skinned from a zombie still makes me feel disgusted.

But she remembered Chen Tuo saying that in the apocalypse, everything must be used to its fullest potential in order to increase the chances of survival. Compared to death, what does it matter if it's a little disgusting?

She suppressed her discomfort.

Shu Yao's greatest strength is her obedience, especially to Chen Tuo, whom she believes without question.

"Just stand still, I'll put it on for you." Chen Tuo placed the protective gear on Shu Yao's hand, tightened the stitches, and tied a knot while adjusting the tightness.

Shu Yao stood obediently in place, letting Chen Tuo tinker with her, but she said, "Brother Tuo, you don't actually need to make a separate set for me. If you put all these leather pieces together, you might be able to make a vest. That way, most of your upper body can be protected. I already have a motorcycle suit."

"Hey, what are you saying? Do I look like such a selfish person?" Chen Tuo said with a righteous expression, then changed the subject, "The main problem is that using a fake account is too difficult, and I don't know how to do it either."

It's not impossible to piece together a suit from these three zombie skins, but it's not practical for him.

At least compared to protecting the torso, the arms and calves, the two areas most likely to come into contact with zombies, are the highest priority positions.

Shu Yao smiled at these words.

"Okay, that's about it. After I tie all the stitches into tight knots, you can wear it directly without adjusting it."

Looking at the protective gear that fit Shu Yao's arms and calves perfectly, Chen Tuo was quite satisfied with his craftsmanship.

Even though it's a bit rough, the results have far exceeded expectations.

Shu Yao herself was quite surprised; the feeling in her upper body... didn't seem as bad as she had imagined.

Of course, the more important reason was that Chen Tuo made it for her by hand, which touched Shu Yao's heart.

"Thank you, Brother Tuo!"

Chen Tuo waved his hand, "It's a pity. The materials from this zombie are enough to make the hands and calves. We still can't remove the magazines from the back, abdomen, and thighs."

"But just the fact that I don't have those bundles of books on my arms has increased my agility. If I could find another zombie-like one, I should be able to fill in the gaps in my back or chest and abdomen..."

"Take your time, there will always be a chance," Shu Yao replied softly.

Chen Tuo nodded. "Okay, let's go."

"good!"

The two donned their gear, feeling an unprecedented lightness in their arms and legs, picked up their weapons, and headed towards the twenty-third floor…

……

Meanwhile, on the 24th floor, in front of room 2402.

"Xinxin, I left your things in front of the door. Remember to pick them up."

The chubby young man was still wearing the same sweat-soaked short-sleeved shirt and shorts that were stretched out of shape by his thick legs. His messy hair was greasy and shiny because he hadn't washed it in a long time.

But he always had a simple, honest smile on his face.

"I understand," Jiang Xin replied crisply from behind the door.

Upon hearing this, the chubby young man turned and left, returning to his room.

The door slowly closed...

Jiang Xin breathed a sigh of relief, but her guilt only intensified.

These past few days, I've relied entirely on his help. Even when the water and electricity were cut off and I couldn't boil water to make instant noodles, he still kept leaving all sorts of snacks and biscuits at the door, never mentioning the shortage of supplies.

She suddenly realized that perhaps she really was judging people by their appearance.

Most likely, they just happen to live near the door and have no bad intentions at all.

We can't rely on others to support us forever; resources will eventually run out.

Having read so many post-apocalyptic novels before, she knew exactly how to handle this kind of predicament where she was trapped at the beginning.

Jiang Xin secretly made up her mind... Tomorrow, just tomorrow, she'll open the door and get to know her only remaining neighbor properly.

Then form an alliance, get some weapons and equipment, search empty houses first, and find food and other necessities.

As Jiang Xin pondered this, she opened the door, intending to bring in today's meal first.

Opposite, behind door 2401.

The chubby young man pressed his face against the peephole, his pupils fixed on the door.

The moment the door opened, the expression on his face twisted violently, revealing resentment, obsession, longing, and even... madness.

This is an extremely complex and manic face, a stark contrast to its previous innocent appearance.

"It's open! It's finally open!"

……