Global Games: AFK In Zombie Apocalypse Game
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"Fang Heng, it's my good luck meeting you."

In the doomsday merchant stronghold, Vettel was unceasingly laughing.

"But Fang Heng, we have no shortage of boards in our camp right now. You can go to the other apocalypse camps to see, they still lack a lot of boards."

Gone off?

Brushed to the upper limit?

A look of disappointment flashed across Fang Heng's face.

He opened the taskbar to confirm it.

A repeated phone-board search at Merchant Camp has disappeared.

Poor thing.

Originally, he wanted to evacuate the doomsday merchant camp.

Unexpectedly, God does not allow brushing.

Vettel continued: "I and the other doomsday merchants have called you, and they will surely welcome you."

"This is my personal map, with the location of their camp marked on it, you should be able to use it."

[Hint: Your friendship with Vettel has improved].

[Hint: Vettel gives you a map, you can use the map to navigate the location of the 7 Doomsday Merchant Camps around you].

"Thank you."

Fang Heng took the map and looked at it.

Seven doomsday merchant camps are marked on the map far from here.

Even the nearest one was over 200 kilometers away.

Now her shelter is not finished and she can't leave.

It is also somewhat unrealistic to run there and brush wood.

"In addition, there is good news to tell you that your goods have arrived. Come and see. Hey, I promise, it's a good thing to deal with zombies."

Entrepreneur Vettel leads Fang Heng into the hut.

He took out a wooden box from under the closet and placed it in the closet with a 'bang'.

"Look, he's a treasure at the bottom of the box."

Fang Heng opened the wooden box, and inside was a bright red flamethrower.

The Focused Flame Sprayer was shaped like a large submachine gun.

The difference is, the front of the muzzle is somewhat like a water pipe, with a large and thick mouth.

Fang Heng tried to mention it.

It is very heavy and needs to be carried on the shoulder to use.

[Hint: You get the item - Focused Fire Sprayer M-021*1].

"Zombies have lost consciousness, but most of them instinctively fear fire. This fireman must be easy to use."

Vettel boasted, putting a few more blue wooden boxes on the counter.

"In addition, this is fuel for you. Careful. They're explosives, and they're very heavy."

The fuel bottle is a special gas mixture, sealed under high pressure and very heavy.

Vettel finally handed the booklet to Fang Heng.

"Finally, this is an attached instruction manual, use it carefully to ensure safety."

Fang Heng took the booklet.

According to the description in the manual, the correct use of the Focused Fire Sprayer requires the cooperation of two people at the same time.

One controls a spray gun that uses a focused flamethrower, and the other controls the intensity of the fire by lifting heavy fuel bottles.

The movement of zombies is too rigid and cannot be matched properly.

Su Mo had to find someone else's tool for help.

Another problem is cooldown.

In his mind, he imagined a plan to immediately clean the basement.

Focused Fire Sprayer can become overheated after a while of use.

Once it reaches 50% of the hazardous temperature, the fire sprayer's durability will be accelerated, so it must be kept below 50% of the hazardous temperature for safe use.

Also, there's fuel.

Even if he was an expert, it would take at least 3 minutes for each fuel replacement.

Assuming that there was a large number of spider zombies barging in continuously, the flamethrower alone might not be able to resist.

They don't have time to change fuel.

How do I do it?

There are!

Fang Heng raised his head.

"Vettel, please give me twenty more barrels of gasoline."

"No problem, it's twenty barrels of gasoline you want."

…

Prison, entrance to the basement.

Liao Bufan was a little confused.

He looked around carefully and vigilantly and lowered his voice.

"Fang Heng, do we really want to enter? Why don't we forget this time? Let's just think of them as winners, okay? Don't be arrogant, your life is important."

"Don't panic, I have a plan."

Fang Heng replied in a low voice, He used the key to open the first two iron doors, leaving only the last one.

Then, he stuck his ear to the door.

Very good, no sound inside.

Spider zombies don't block the door.

Fang Heng took out a focused flamethrower from his backpack.

"What's wrong with me? Fire-waste!"

When Liao Bufan saw Fang Heng take out such a big assassin from his backpack, his eyes were straight.

He's so envious!

Liao Bufan felt an itch in his heart, reached out and touched the flamethrower, excited.

"This is a treasure! Boss, where did you get it?"

He had been frightened for a long time, but it turned out that Fang Heng was ready.

With such a powerful weapon, he was afraid of the previous bullshit!

Liao Bufan complained in his heart that Fang Heng did not say it earlier, making him worry for a long time.

"Secret, come on, help me."

Fang Heng tried to connect the fuel bottle to the flamethrower and put the fuel bottle on the ground.

"who will come."

Liao Bufan helped carry the fuel bottle behind Fang Heng and set up the fire setting raft.

Fang Heng controlled the control switch and the direction of the flamethrower.

everything is ready.

"3, 2, 1..."

Fang Heng gestured three figures with his hands, and carefully pushed the last iron door of the basement passageway.

"Cracks..."

Inside the iron gate a straight passageway about 30 meters away was visible.

The inside of the passageway was empty, and at the end was a right angle.

Behind the corner is an invisible blind spot.

The two looked at each other.

Liao Bufan turned to look at Fang Heng.

"What's the problem?"

"Shh."

Fang Heng raised his hand and gestured for Liao Bufan to shrink his voice.

He waved his hand.

The five zombie clones following the two walked into the passageway.

They swung forward until they reached the end of the straight path.

The zombie clone stopped, and then slowly took out a wooden frame from the backpack and placed it on the ground.

"Wood frame? What does he want to do with this fight?"

Liao Bufan looked at the zombie operation and muttered softly, his eyes filled with doubt.

It took five minutes for the zombies to pile up fifty or sixty zombies in the corner, almost blocking out most of the passageway.

After the wooden frame was piled up, the zombies took out the gasoline again, opened the lid and poured it into the wooden frame.

In the end, the returning zombie clone slowly poured the remaining gasoline along Fang Heng's position.

"You…"

Liao Bufan felt that he seemed to understand a little, but he did not seem to understand it completely.

He looked at Fang Heng and asked in a low voice.

"It's okay? You want to burn this place down?"

"Of course there's no problem. Uncle Jimmy has been examining the structures here, and they're all made of reinforced concrete that won't burn."

"Good."

Liao Bufan breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a pity if the painstakingly built shelter was unintentionally burned.