Global Games: AFK In Zombie Apocalypse Game
Steal mines?

After scolding the Federation for a while with the refugee players, Fang Heng threw a simple bed into place.

He'll get some books to read in the game.

Fang Heng went online and offline every 20 minutes, returned to Mo Yunxiao's backyard study room, flipped through the book related to the mysterious side and stuffed it into a jump backpack, and take the trouble to bring him into the game again and again.

"Mr Fang Heng, you ..."

Until the tenth time, Mr. Sun, the assistant housekeeper of the villa, finally could not take it anymore.

Watching Fang Heng go back and forth to Mo Yunxiao's study again and again.

Mr. Sun was a little confused.

Strange as well...

The ancestors of the Mo family made a rule that the books in the study room could be borrowed, but could not be taken out of the study room.

Mr. Sun also did not sense the existence of the books from Fang Heng.

"Hahaha, it's okay, it's my personal habit, I prefer to walk when I'm restless."

Fang Heng wore short sleeves, which he could see at a glance, and there was nowhere on his body to store books.

Mr. Sun could only shake his head, silently saying that he did not understand the youngster at the moment.

...

Zombie Doomsday Federal Unity Front Headquarters Fifth District.

Bright light.

In the battle conference room, the atmosphere was solemn.

Qian Yuan, the head of the United Front Command in military uniform, sat on a chair and gently rubbed his temples.

Four hours ago, a space-time crack detection device built in the fifth zone detected high-intensity space-time fluctuations.

Qianyuan immediately convened an emergency combat council.

The door was pushed open gently, and a federal soldier rushed in.

"Report Sir! Currently, the position of the spatial fluctuation had been completed, and the fluctuation point was determined to be near the No shelter. 2."

"Specific space ripping channels cannot be confirmed for now, and the degree of fluctuation is around level 8."

Protection number two? !

Senior officers coming from the four major federal shelters in the fifth district of the federal zombie apocalypse were discussing in a low voice.

During this time, a similar fuzzy spatial transmission signal occurred in the fifth area.

Because the signal is too blurred, precise positioning is always impossible.

Combining the information gathered from the various channels, there were various signs that someone was secretly preparing to attack the fifth district.

Qianyuan had strengthened the protection of the fifth district in a targeted manner.

But the enemy is always silent.

Only today, the transmission signal is very clear.

wh why?

Why don't they hide the signal as usual?

Qianyuan and the other District 5 Shelter officers got the same answer after discussing.

Not that it's not hidden, it can't be done!

Fluctuations are beyond the range of signals that can be hidden!

In other words, the original spatial fluctuation should have been much more than level 8!

These are people who are anti-Federal organizations and they are ready to do it!

Shelter No.2 is one of the largest shelters in the fifth district. Not only did it store a large amount of material resources, but there were 30,000 biological bedrooms in use.

Among them are several important federal politicians.

Qianyuan said solemnly: "Shelter No. 2 has entered first-rate alert status, and all staff are on standby."

"Yes!"

The federation acted quickly.

...

The moon is getting darker.

Fang Heng was online again.

In temporary shelters, most players could already go offline, and only seven or eight players were still discussing something in a low voice in front of the campfire.

Looking at Fang Heng who was suddenly online, all the players in the circle glanced at him warily.

Fang Heng recognized him, his name was Zuo Qing.

"Don't tell me that, I have to go to work tomorrow, and it'll take a while to get online."

Fang Heng pretended to be depressed and said with a curse: "The federation of dog days oppresses us migrant workers. Recently, the rent has gone up again. I don't know when I'll be able to collect enough down payment."

When everyone heard those words, the vigilance in their eyes slightly diminished, and they all started to scold the Federation.

Similar situations also occur frequently in games.

The game has federal protection, and players can get subsistence food for free, but they cannot use the sleep pod for free.

Therefore, many low-level players will choose to work during the day, enter the game at night, rest directly in the game, and spend time on the road.

While doing this will make her feel bad when she goes offline the next day, at least it won't delay her work.

Fang Heng chatted with everyone, opened the game log and glanced at him.

With less than ten minutes left, the zombie clones would be resurrected soon.

Fang Heng did not want to attract attention, and would run out to look for a hidden place to summon a group of zombies.

"No, it's too boring here, I have to take a walk."

Saying that, Fang Heng stood up and walked towards the door.

One player said: "It's late, it's not very safe outside, why don't you go?"

"It's okay, I'll just dangle twice at the door."

Fang Heng pushed the door open and walked out of the temporary shelter.

Several players sitting around the campfire looked at each other.

"I'll face it."

Zuo Qing said and stood up, chasing Fang Heng out of the hut.

Outside the hut, Fang Heng left the shelter along the way. Initially, he planned to stay further, find a place to summon a group of zombies, and explore the path.

Suddenly raising his head, Fang Heng noticed something.

"Huh? What'sthat?"

Fang Heng's eyelids jumped up.

At night, the visibility of the outside world is not high, but through bloodline night vision skills. Fang Heng still noticed that a group of players were walking down the mountain along the path.

Fang Heng narrowed his eyes and looked at the group of players carefully.

From the mining area above, several players worked together to push the box with the cart periodically.

They took the crates to a temporary shelter hut at the foot of the mountain not far away.

Why do they have to carry supplies at night?

And their movements seemed very cunning, the whole process was without any illumination, and they remained silent and tried not to make any sound.

What made Fang Hen even stranger was that they were all wearing black masks that were not the standard uniforms of the Federation.

They are no ordinary players!

Did they steal mines?

While wondering, Fang Heng was well aware that someone was approaching behind him.

Fang Heng turned around suddenly.

A tall, skinny man stood behind him.

He also had a black mask on his face.

"Fang Heng, don't be nervous, it's me."

Zuo Qing laughed, lifted the mask on his face, approached, and handed a golden chunk the size of a fingernail to Fang Heng.

"Brother, help me and pretend you don't see anything."

Fang Heng took the golden lump.

Item: small gold chunks.

Description: The rare currency in Doom, you can use it to exchange food and consumables at equivalent value at Doom Merchant Camp.

Description: A special high-value item that must be dropped after death.

"Do you steal mines?"

"Shh."

Zuo Qing wore a black mask again, and the other party made a silent gesture.

"Sister, don't be too hard, it's not easy."