Global Games: AFK In Zombie Apocalypse Game
Doing Tasks From a Distance

The office building that Pei Anan had rented was near Fang Heng's rental house.

Fang Heng hung up the phone and ran over to take a general look.

The environment around an office building is only average in all aspects.

The advantage is that the office space is huge.

There is enough space in the office building for each employee to have a separate sitting room.

No more fear of working late at night!

That's her!

Fang Heng did not have time to pick a few more, he signed a contract on the spot, paid a deposit in advance for a half-year lease, and ordered 20 of the latest gaming warehouses.

If everything goes well, we can start working tomorrow!

A federally registered studio is no hassle.

Fang Heng did not want to waste time, so he signed some guardianship contracts. Furthermore, he only needed to entrust the agency to apply for a studio license.

Registration will be completed within three days, and the studio will be officially open for business.

After finishing the procedure, Fang Heng rushed back to the rented house.

"explosion!"

Closing the room door, Fang Heng took a deep breath.

On the way back, he made two special circles.

His perception strength was as high as 20 points, which was four times that of an ordinary person!

Fang Heng was sure no one had followed him during the trip earlier.

Unless the opponent's strength far exceeded their own.

In this case, there is no point in being careful.

Fang Heng felt a little relieved.

If someone really wanted to harm him, he was worried that he would have done it a long time ago, and he wouldn't have waited until now.

The necessary precautions must be maintained.

But for now, the focus is still on the development of the game.

After making up his mind, Fang Heng returned to the rented house and entered the game room.

It was already four in the afternoon when he entered the game again.

Fang Heng returned to the prison cellar and lit a bonfire.

Received a lot of assignments from Vettel in the morning.

Time to start cleaning!

Fang Heng immediately recalled the zombies that were on a 'disassembly' mission'.

He roughly arranged the zombie group into four groups and started controlling the zombie hearts from a distance.

First, assign tasks according to the accepted category.

The first category is the county trustee.

The mission requires the player to clean up the zombies in an area and stay for some time to ensure that the zombies that appear are then killed.

Easy!

Fang Heng controlled the zombies to go to the target location, arranged them to clear the zombies and continue standing for a period of time to complete the task.

The second category is building cleaning.

Most of the mission's purpose is to clean up zombies in certain buildings.

Also simple!

Simply hang up the phone remotely to control the zombie clone until it's done.

As for the last type of task exploring the area, it was more troublesome.

This type of task requires the player to personally arrive at the target location and perform a search.

Under normal circumstances, there would be a small number of zombies near the target area, and players would have to clear the zombies to complete.

He can send a zombie clone first to the mission site to do the search and cleanup, then ride a motorcycle to the mission location to complete the mission.

Fang Heng assigned four zombie teams to complete the task.

Since the zombies were unable to gather instructions in batches, Fang Heng could only do it one by one and close in batches.

As the zombies worked, Fang Heng found a survival radio from his backpack that he had not used for a long time.

He quickly edited the message and posted it.

"Finding mechanical care skill books! Exchange of food or resources! Best price! Come fast!"

...

The Blackthorn Pay Soldiers Group.

The group of veteran mercenaries who occupied the fifth and sixth positions in the top ten mercenary groups released by the Federation throughout the year.

Good reputation and strong strength.

The competition in the mercenary world was always fierce.

Black Thorn is different from other mercenary groups, they have taken a different approach, and their main business is the three main games in the main god game.

Among them, seven groups of teams led by the Black Tigers ensured that all members were elites at level 5.

Strictly enforce card level plans.

This way, they could accomplish many tasks that were unacceptable to other mercenary groups.

The team of 20 people was immediately moved to the eighth area.

After completing a supply round at the eighth service supply point, they quickly moved towards the prison.

"Boss, I heard this time a fat sheep."

Black Tiger, the head of the seventh regiment of the Blackthorn Mercenary Group, nodded.

"Well, the difficulty level of this task is S-level, and the employer requires the operation to be kept secret."

"S-class? Is it necessary to set it so high?"

"Well, the price given by the employer is very good, everyone cheers, and the bonus distributed to each sibling will definitely satisfy everyone."

Different from other miscellaneous soldiers in general, Black Thorn was a group of veteran mercenaries with powerful strength.

They are equipped with tactical uniforms, bulletproof vests, pistols, and machetes at supply points.

Even the team as a whole was equipped with a flashbang and two small explosive packs.

This level of combat power was extremely frightening at the beginning of the game!

"The target location of this mission is a prison, and it is expected to reach the target location before sunset."

When the team was halfway through, the team player leading the way suddenly stopped and made a lurking move.

The team members immediately hid in the bushes to hide their figure.

The Black Tiger realized something was wrong, he moved to the front of the team, and asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Bin, who served as a team reconnaissance position, pointed not far away.

"Captain, look over there, it doesn't seem right."

The black tiger looked not far away.

He saw an amazing sight.

A group of zombies wielded wooden spears and attacked another group of zombies that had no resistance at all...

Do zombies still use wooden spears as weapons?

Will they attack each other?

"how's the situation?"

This was the first time the players had seen anything strange, and they looked at each other anxiously.

Are zombies starving collectively?

Did the zombies start eating on their own?

But what is the routine of using this weapon?

evolved? Are zombies going to brainstorm?

And that's so weird, there's too many zombies in this group, isn't it?

A large number of zombies gathered there, around forty to fifty in number.

After this group of zombies slaughtered the same kind, they blocked the intersection carelessly.

Whatdoes thatmean?

Do zombies plan grass?

This is a rare occurrence at the beginning of the game.

The players hiding in the bushes to observe silently were all stunned. Boss, what should I do? "

The black tiger faintly felt that there might be a hole, and asked in a low voice, "Can you twist?"

"Yes, but it'll take almost half an hour longer."

The black tiger frowned.

The task they received this time was very heavy.

Once the mercenary group received the task, they set out to enter the eighth server in a hurry.

According to the plan, they would arrive at the prison before sundown.

But now, these zombies are blocked at the intersection ...

If he takes a detour, time will drag on, I fear the sun will fall when he arrives in prison, and combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

"No, wait! Hurry with me!"

The black tiger unsheathed the iron sword and made a tactical movement backwards, signaling the players to prepare for an attack.

All the players in the elite team had mastered sword mastery skills and basic strength training skills, and would train in tactical positions every day.

All are experienced players.

Black Tiger analyzed the fighting strength of both sides, thinking that there would be no problem in dealing with these zombies!

"superior!"

The black tiger shouted and jumped from the bushes.

He stepped forward and took the lead in killing zombies.

The zombies were attracted by the sound of the black tiger, and turned their heads in unison.

The black tiger stepped forward, raised a machete, and slashed at the zombie's shoulder.

"Crack!!"

The black tiger frowned.

How does this knife feel wrong?

Why are these zombies so hard?