In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

Chapter 565 The Not-So-Simple Simmons

"hopmalyho, leave it to me with confidence."

Berylenko patted his chest generously, indicating that he would handle the contacting of the mercenary group.

"If we are to leave before tomorrow morning, I must go find them now."

After grabbing Ham, Bellenko hurriedly bid farewell to the plant warriors and left the residential building, heading towards the mercenary group's temporary base.

"Take care on the road, Master Belirenko."

Watching Belilenko and Ham leave, Norman turned to Simmons and the other two behind Klein: "Do you gentlemen have any suggestions?"

Qianming and Shunjue remained silent, but they both glanced at Simmons, who was standing in the middle.

The trio has always been led by the smartest member, Simmons; when it comes to making decisions, they just leave it to him.

There's a shortage of people to escort the homeless...

Simmons narrowed his eyes slightly, using his ability to read people's expressions while also considering what kind of advice to give.

Having confirmed that several Rheinlots were troubled by this matter, he, already having an answer in mind, slowly asked, "Sergeant Norman, besides us, how many able-bodied men are there among the wanderers?"

“Young and strong? There are quite a few, at least close to four hundred, but not many of them have received formal military training.”

Norman carefully recalled the circumstances of the registration and gave a fairly accurate figure.

"It's alright. Many young men in the university area have worked as scavengers and have experience fighting low-level zombies in the ruins."

Simmons waved his hand and explained his suggestion in detail: "I think we can distribute some weapons to the able-bodied men recruited by the War Court so that they can assist us plant warriors in the battle to protect other wanderers."

"It's possible, but..."

Norman nodded slightly, but his tone carried a hint of hesitation.

Simmons asked in confusion, "But what?"

"However... if we let those able-bodied men participate in the battle, and if they were to be injured or killed, we... would be embarrassed to explain it to the homeowner..."

Norman paused, then continued, "In addition, we didn't bring any extra weapons for these able-bodied men to use."

Clearly, the biggest problem is the lack of weapons for able-bodied men.

"Are we lacking weapons?"

Simmons paused for a moment, then looked down at his chest, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

He reached out and gently pinched the ornament on the necklace around his neck, as if he were thinking about something.

Lorne, standing next to Norman, blinked; he had keenly noticed Simmons's actions.

What Simmons was holding in his hand was a bullet that had been made into a necklace.

"Weapons... I can provide them."

After a moment's deliberation, Simmons took a deep breath, looked up at the Rheinlots in front of him, and said loudly.

Norman raised an eyebrow slightly: "Sergeant Simmons, you said... you can provide weapons?"

"Ah...yes, before we moved to this settlement, we found a hidden small armory in the abandoned city."

Simmons scratched his head and pointed to the weapons in Qianming and Shunjue's hands.

"The guns they have are from that armory. You know what kind of people the Federation is. Apart from Long'an and the Ural, no other place is rich enough to equip the Weed Spirits with firearms."

Norman suddenly realized, "I see, Sergeant Simmons, you want us to go to that armory and bring back some weapons?"

"No need to bother."

Simmons' lips curled into a slight smile. He raised his hand and pointed, and dozens of sharp, standard-issue military knives and several boxes of grenades appeared before the crowd.

"Holy crap, where did this come from?"

Owen was startled by the sudden appearance of these weapons and couldn't help but shout out.

"It's dimensional equipment."

After observing for a long time, Lorne crossed his arms and pointed out the reason for the sudden appearance of these weapons.

His gaze was precisely locked onto the bullet necklace on Simmons' chest: "I never expected to see such precious dimensional equipment on a wanderer."

Dimensional equipment, as the name suggests, is a general term in the modern world for equipment that uses space storage technology.

From small dimensional rings to large dimensional boxes, these are all very common and expensive dimensional equipment.

Simmons' dimensional equipment is a necklace, and the ornament that serves as the medium is the bullet.

A former Federation soldier carrying a dimensional necklace? Simmons' identity is far more complex than it appears on the surface.

"Haha, I didn't mean to hide it from you. After all, we'll be comrades-in-arms in the same courtyard from now on. It's better to give you a heads-up beforehand than to explain later."

Simmons' candor made the atmosphere in the stairwell a little awkward, but soon everyone's attention returned to the weapons.

Norman's gaze swept back and forth between the weapons on the ground and Simmons' dimensional necklace, his eyes showing both surprise and a hint of curiosity.

The easygoing Irving went straight forward, squatted down, and began to examine the weapons Simmons had provided.

He drew one of the military knives, the gleaming blade reflecting Owen's slightly excited face: "A fine knife. Although it's an old-fashioned weapon, it's a hundred times better than the military equipment issued by the Federation!"

Lorne commented, "These are enough to arm a group of young men."

"With the saber and grenades, there are enough able-bodied men to deal with those low-level zombies."

Simmons secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "As for firearms... there isn't much ammunition in the armory, and those young men have hardly ever used firearms. It's impossible to quickly improve their shooting skills in a short period of time. Promptly issuing guns to them could easily cause friendly fire."

"Makes sense."

Norman nodded slightly, agreeing with Simmons's assessment.

He turned to Klein and instructed him, "Little brother, go and get the registration form, then work with Owen to sort out the able-bodied young vagrants who have been scavengers and are in good physical condition. Before we set off, give them priority in receiving weapons."

"clear."

Klein and Irving responded, then turned and went upstairs to get the registration form.

Norman looked at Simmons again, his face becoming more serious: "Thanks to you, Sergeant Simmons, on behalf of Courtyard 5905, I would like to express my gratitude."

Simmons waved his hand dismissively, his tone becoming much lighter: "Hey, no need to thank me. It would be great if I could help the courtyard."

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Inside a residential building in the settlement, a green-haired youth carrying a giant sword chuckled as he approached a tall, slender swordsman:

"Hey Lao Ye, I have a feeling a big business deal is coming your way soon."

The swordsman had bright red hair with a touch of gold highlights.

He sat in the chair, slowly wiping the sharp long knife in his hand, and bluntly retorted, "You said the same thing last time, and then we went to work as porters for that employer for three days."

"This time is different!"

"Yes, that's what you said last time too."

"Aha, I'm betting my reputation as the leader of 'Heavy Edge' on this deal—it's going to be a huge one!"

As soon as the greatsword named Glaius, Serizawa Spirit, finished speaking, Belilenko's signature loud voice rang out from downstairs:

"Hey, you brat named Glaus, I need to talk to you. Get out here right now!"

Glaus grinned and winked at the swordsman he called "Old Ye," saying, "I told you, Old Ye, a big business opportunity has come knocking."

"Commander Glaius, you need to go and ask him carefully whether it's a big deal or not."

Wiping the last speck of dust from his longsword, "Old Ye" sheathed it and urged his commander.

"Okay, wait for my message."

Glaus gave a thumbs-up, then hurried downstairs.