Global Games: AFK In Zombie Apocalypse Game
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This way, it is much simpler, and there is no need to look for food and safe houses in the world, which saves a lot of trouble.

Fang Heng wandered around the shelter, picked up some random basic tools, a steel dagger, a few bullets and a flashbang, and stuffed a little food into his backpack.

After a short break, Fang Heng set off again to the nearest Doomsday Merchant Camp.

Unlike the eighth district, the seventh district had been open for a long time.

Most of the in-game doomsday merchant camps have been monopolized by various large gaming companies or unions.

In the past, Fang Heng would sneak in at any time while the guards of the main guild players did not notice.

As before, Fang Heng fumbled his way into the bushes outside the Doomsday Merchant Camp, hiding in the darkness to observe.

There were still two players from the Dragon Country Game Company standing at the entrance of the apocalypse camp.

The Dragon Country Game Company was a medium-sized gaming company.

Fang Heng did not have a good feeling for them.

He remembered once, his refuge was forcibly raided by the Dragon Kingdom.

This time, Fang Heng's hard work for a few months went to waste.

It was perfectly normal for the weak to eat the strong in the game, but given this incident, Fang Heng instinctively felt a little uncomfortable.

The players of the Dragon Country Company were carrying supplies and receiving current assignments.

A pickup truck parked at the camp gate.

Huh huh?

And a pickup truck?

District 7 seems to be quite wealthy. Ordinary medium-sized Guilds had small trucks that could be used every day...

Fang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, took out a rag from his backpack, made it into a face towel and placed it on his face, then stepped forward.

The two players of the Dragon Country Company were unaware that danger was coming, and stood in front of the doomsday camp talking and laughing casually.

One of them was a player who saw players approaching from a distance and felt strange, so he shouted at Fang Heng.

"You! Just stop! What are you doing! This is the Loncin gaming site! That's reasonable, get out!"

Fang Heng still approached the two of them casually.

"Are you deaf? I told you to stop!"

Chen Hu realized something was wrong, he took out the gun in his hand and pointed it at Fang Heng, "One last warning, don't come here! Otherwise, I'll shoot!"

Fang Heng stopped, and he raised his hand high to show that he was not evil.

"I know! I'm a Crimson Technology player I'm not evil!"

Red technology?

Chen Hu and Ye Jun looked at each other and felt very strange.

When did crimson technology develop?

Never heard of it either!

Crimson Technology was a big gaming company, and Chen Hu was a little hesitant and did not dare to offend.

"Take the towel off your face!"

Fang Heng raised his hands high, pretended not to hear clearly, and continued to approach the past.

"Whatdidyou say? That'sthat's true! A large number of zombies came here! I'm here to warn you."

Taking advantage of the suspicions of the two, Fang Heng took a few steps forward.

"Hey! I told you not to move!"

However, it was too late, and the lightning bomb Fang Heng had hidden slipped.

"Om—!"

Accompanied by loud sound waves, dazzling light bloomed.

Chen Hu and Ye Jun inevitably lowered their heads to avoid the light.

"Fuck up!"

A cracking sound rang out in his ears.

Opening his eyes again, Chen Hu saw sword light flashing before his eyes.

"laughs!"

The next instant, a red bloodstain appeared on Chen Hu's neck.

[Hint: You inflict critical damage on players and kill enemy players, your skills - Hanging Head EXP +3].

Expertise! Important moments, certain times!

Under the blessings of time bullet skill, the movements of the two players Chen Hu and Ye Jun seemed to have slowed down more than ten times in Fang Heng's sight!

"laughs!"

After coming out of the bullet state, Fang Heng glanced at the bodies of the two, put away the dagger, and walked over to the truck.

[Hint: Detected that you have special skills, current truck damage rate: 3% (repairable, the truck is in good condition and can be run), it is not yours, it is not, but you can use your key picking skills to gain control of the truck, you can Truck it unloaded].

"Hey! Chen Hu's! Ye Jun's! Come and help you both!"

Fang Heng heard the screams from inside the doomsday camp.

He immediately activated the skill to hide his breath, and hid to the side.

"Damn! Where are those two idiots?"

"I know I'm lazy, Ye Jun! Ye Jun's!"

The two players scolded, each painstakingly carrying a box of supplies and walking out of the doomsday camp.

Fang Heng quietly appeared behind one of them.

"laughs!"

Expertise! Important moments, certain times!

The flow of time around him slowed down in an instant.

Fang Heng waved his dagger and wiped the necks of the two players again at an extremely fast speed.

"Easy."

Under normal circumstances, ordinary players could not pose a threat to him.

Fang Heng was too lazy to waste time, so it was most convenient to do it directly.

Moreover, they have a grudge.

Fang Heng took off his handkerchief, wiped the bloodied dagger, and stepped into the doomsday merchant camp.

"Rarid guest, Fang Heng, I haven't seen you in a long time. I thought you'd gone somewhere else."

The owner of the Doomsday Shop was named Hawk, and he had little impression of Fang Heng.

"How are you? I smell blood on your body."

Fang Heng placed a pack of alcoholic beans on the table and pushed it towards Hawk.

He could see that most doomsday merchants liked to drink.

"Hawk, I need your help. I want to get the contact information from the Dark Knights."

Hawk picked up the alcoholic beans, tore off the wrapper, and looked at Fang Heng from top to bottom.

"It wasn't easy, Fang Heng, the people from the Dark Knight didn't want to meet ordinary people. You know what I mean."

"I know you have a way. I have something important to find him, and I'm in a hurry."

"The rules are not like this, Fang Heng, it's not easy to join the Dark Knight ..."

“Tell them that I am from another parallel world.” Fang Heng looked at Hawk, “I came through the third level space crushing device, for the first generation meteorite.”

"I don't really understand."

Hawk shrugged and poured some alcoholic beans into his mouth, indicating that he could do nothing.

"Help me pass this on to them, and they'll meet me."

"OK, I can help you get this sentence across, 3W total survival points, what do you think?"

"making a deal."

[Hint: You have reduced survival points 3W].

Hawk was surprised, he obviously did not expect Fang Heng to take the 3W survival points so easily, without even winking.

"It looks like you've made a lot of money recently."

Hawk put aside the shock on his face and nodded seriously, "I accept the point, but I don't guarantee that the people from the Dark Knight will meet you."

"Come back to me at dusk today, if they want to see you, they'll show up."

"Thank you."

Fang Heng looked at the list of exchangeable Hawk shops.

Almost empty.

All the precious materials have been redeemed.

This was an old area, and resources had been allocated by the large guild.

Fang Heng did not feel disappointed, shook his head, and left the doomsday merchant camp.

Turn on the pickup truck, and Fang Heng returns to the shelter on the original road.