National Games: Hang up from the zombie apocalypse

Chapter 30 Reached the ceiling
"Fang Heng, it's my luck to meet you."

Doomsday merchant camp, Vettel couldn't stop laughing.

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

Gone?

Brushed to the limit?
A look of disappointment flashed across Fang Heng's face.

He opened the taskbar to confirm it.

The repeatable mobile phone plank quest in the Merchant Camp has disappeared.

Pity.

Originally, I wanted to evacuate the Doomsday Merchant Camp.

Unexpectedly, the Lord God would not allow the brush.

Vettel continued: "I and other doomsday merchants have mentioned you, and they will definitely welcome you."

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

[Hint: Your friendship with Vettel increases].

[Hint: Vettel gave you a map, you can use the map to navigate the location of the 7 doomsday merchant camps around].

"Thank you."

Fang Heng took the map and looked at it.

The seven doomsday merchant camps marked on the map are far away from here.

Even the nearest one in a straight line is more than 200 kilometers away.

Now his shelter is unfinished and he can't walk away.

Running there to brush wood is also a bit unrealistic.

"In addition, there is good news to tell you that your goods have arrived. Come and have a look with me. Hey, I promise, this is a good thing to deal with zombies."

The businessman Vettel took Fang Heng into the hut.

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

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

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

The Focused Flamethrower is shaped like a large submachine gun.

The difference is that the front of the muzzle looks a bit 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 an item - Focused Flamethrower M-021*1].

"The zombies have lost consciousness, but most of them are instinctively afraid of flames. This flamethrower is definitely easy to use."

Vettel boasted, placing several more blue wooden boxes on the counter.

"Also, this is the fuel for you. Be careful, they are explosives, and they are heavy."

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

Vettel finally handed a booklet to Fang Heng.

"Finally, this is the attached instruction manual, use it with care and ensure safety."

Fang Heng took the brochure.

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

One controls the lance that uses a focused flamethrower, and the other controls the intensity of the flame by lifting a heavy fuel bottle.

The movements of the zombies are too rigid to coordinate precisely.

You have to find another tool for help.

Another problem is the cooldown.

He had a plan in his mind that would soon clear the basement.

The Focused Flamethrower can overheat after a period of use.

Once it reaches 50% of the dangerous temperature, the durability of the flamethrower will be accelerated, so it must be kept below 50% of the dangerous temperature for safe use.

Plus, there's fuel.

Even in skilled situations, it takes at least 3 minutes for each fuel change.

Assuming that there are a large number of spider zombies breaking into the passage, the flamethrower alone may not be able to resist.

They don't have time to change fuel.

How to do it?

Got it!

Fang Heng raised his head.

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

"No problem, here are the twenty barrels of gasoline you want."

[Hint: You get the item Focused Flamethrower Fuel Bottle*20, Gasoline*20].

……

Prison, the entrance to the basement.

Liao Bufan was a little flustered.

He looked around cautiously and lowered his voice.

"Fang Heng, do we really want to go in? Why don't we forget it this time? Let's count them winning, okay?

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

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

Then, he pressed his ear against the door.

Good, no sound inside.

Spider zombies did not block the door.

Fang Heng took out the focused flamethrower from his backpack.

"What am I? Spitfire!"

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

Very envious!

Liao Bufan felt itchy in his heart, reached out and touched the flamethrower, feeling extremely excited.

"This is a baby! Big brother, where did you get it?"

I had been frightened for a long time before, but it turned out that Fang Heng was already prepared.

With such a powerful weapon, I was afraid of a fart before!

Liao Bufan complained in his heart that Fang Heng didn't say it sooner, causing him to worry for a long time.

"Secret, come and help."

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

"coming."

Liao Bufan helped to carry the fuel bottle behind Fang Heng and adjusted the flame setting raft.

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

everything's ready.

"3, 2, 1..."

Fang Heng gestured three numbers with his hands and carefully pushed open the last iron door of the basement passage.

"Crack..."

Inside the iron gate, a straight passageway of about 30 meters came into view.

The inside of the passage is empty, and at the end is a corner to the right.

Behind the corner is an invisible blind spot.

The two looked at each other.

Liao Bufan turned his head to look at Fang Heng.

"How?"

"Shh."

Fang Heng raised his hand to signal Liao Bufan to lower his voice.

He waved.

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

They swayed forward until they reached the end of the straight passage.

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

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

Liao Bufan watched the operation of the zombies and muttered softly, his eyes were full of doubts.

It took a full 5 minutes, and the zombies piled fifty or sixty at the corner, almost blocking most of the passage.

After the wooden frames were stacked, the zombies took out the gasoline again, opened the lid and poured it on the wooden frame.

Finally, the zombie clone that came back slowly poured the remaining gasoline along Fang Heng's position.

"you……"

Liao Bufan felt that he seemed to understand a little bit, but he didn't seem to understand it completely.

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

"Is it okay? Are you trying to burn this place down?"

"Of course there's no problem. Uncle Jimmy has checked the structure here. It's all bare reinforced concrete and can't be burned."

"That's good."

Liao Bufan breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be a pity if the shelter that was built with great difficulty was accidentally burned.

(End of this chapter)