National Games: Hang up from the zombie apocalypse

Chapter 339 Camp
In this way, it is much simpler. You don't need to look for food and safe houses in the world, which saves a lot of trouble.

Fang Heng wandered around in the shelter, randomly took some basic tools, a steel dagger, a few bullets and a few flash bombs, and put some food in his backpack.

After a short rest, Fang Heng set off again to the nearest doomsday merchant camp.

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

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

In the past, Fang Heng would sneak in every time when the guards of the major guild players were not paying attention.

As before, Fang Heng groped his way to the bushes outside the doomsday merchant camp, hiding in the dark to observe.

There are still two players from Dragon Kingdom Game Company standing at the gate of the doomsday camp.

Dragon Kingdom Game Company is a medium-sized game company.

Fang Heng didn't have any affection for them.

I remember that once, his shelter was forcibly raided by Dragon Kingdom.

Fang Heng's hard work of several months was in vain this time.

It is very normal for the weak to prey on the strong in the game, but recalling this incident, Fang Heng instinctively felt a little uncomfortable.

The players of the Dragon Country Company are currently carrying supplies to receive the task.

A pickup truck was parked at the gate of the camp.

Huh?
And a minivan?
The seventh district seems to be quite rich, ordinary medium-sized guilds have small trucks that can be used every day...

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

The two players from the Dragon Nation Company were not aware of the danger, and were chatting and laughing casually in front of the doomsday camp.

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

"You! Stop! What are you doing here! This is the territory of Loncin Games! If you are sensible, get out!"

Fang Heng still approached the two leisurely.

"Are you deaf? I'll fucking stop you!"

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

Fang Heng stopped, and he raised his hands high to show that he was not malicious.

"I know! I am a player of Crimson Technology! I have no malicious intentions!"

Crimson technology?

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

When did Crimson Technology develop around here?
I haven't heard of it either!
Crimson Technology is a big game company, Chen Hu is a little hesitant and doesn't dare to offend.

"Take the veil off your face!"

Fang Heng raised his hands high, pretending not to hear clearly, and continued to approach.

"What did you say? That's right! A large number of zombies are coming here! I'm here to remind you."

Taking advantage of the suspicion of the two, Fang Heng moved a few steps closer.

"Hey! I told you not to move!"

However, it was too late, and the flash bomb that Fang Heng hid slipped down.

"Om-!"

Accompanied by piercing sound waves, a dazzling light bloomed.

Chen Hu and Ye Jun couldn't help lowering their heads to avoid the light.

"Fuck!"

A piercing sound rang in the ears.

Opening his eyes again, Chen Hu saw a sword light flashing in front of his eyes.

"laugh!"

In the next second, a red bloodstain appeared on Chenhu's neck.

[Hint: If you deal critical damage to a player and kill an enemy player, your skill - head-hanging experience value +3].

Skill!Bullet time!

With the blessing of the skill bullet time, the movements of the two players, Chen Hu and Ye Jun, seem to have slowed down by more than ten times in Fang Heng's view!
"laugh!"

The steel dagger waved again in the air, and a white light streaked across, cutting Ye Jun's throat.

Exiting the bullet time state, Fang Heng glanced at the two corpses, put away the dagger, and walked to the truck.

[Hint: It is detected that you have a special skill, the current damage degree of the truck: 3% (can be repaired, the truck is in good condition, and can be operated), it does not belong to you, but you can use the lockpicking skill to gain control of the truck, you can control the truck Trucks are disassembled].

"Hey! Dust Tiger! Ye Jun! Come help you two!"

Fang Heng heard shouts from inside the doomsday camp.

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

"Fuck! Where are those two idiots?"

"You know how to be lazy, Ye Jun! Ye Jun!"

The two players were cursing, and each struggled to carry a box of supplies out of the doomsday camp.

Fang Heng quietly appeared behind one of them.

"laugh!"

Skill!Bullet time!

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

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

"Easily."

Under normal circumstances, ordinary players can no longer pose a threat to him.

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

What's more, they already had enmity.

Fang Heng took off his towel, wiped the bloody dagger, and walked into the doomsday merchant camp.

"Rare guest, rare guest, Fang Heng, I haven't seen you for a long time, I thought you had already gone somewhere else."

The owner of the doomsday store is named Hawke, and he has a little impression of Fang Heng.

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

Fang Heng put a bag of alcoholic peanuts on the counter and pushed towards Hawke.

He could tell that most doomsday merchants like to drink.

"Hoke, I need your help. I want to get the contact information of the Dark Knights."

Hawke took the alcoholic peanut, tore open the package, and looked at Fang Heng up and down.

"That's not easy, Fang Heng, the people of the Dark Knights don't want to meet some ordinary people, you know what I mean."

"I know you have a way. I have very important things to look for them, and I am in a hurry."

"The rules are not like this, Fang Heng, it is not so simple to join the Dark Knights..."

"Tell them, I come from another parallel world." Fang Heng looked at Hawke, "I came through the third-order space tearing device, for the first generation of meteorites."

"I don't quite understand."

Hawk shrugged and poured a few drunkard peanuts into his mouth, expressing his inability to do anything.

"Help me convey this to them, they will meet me."

"Okay, I can help you convey this sentence, a total of 3 survival points, what do you think?"

"make a deal."

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

Hawke was taken aback. He obviously didn't expect that Fang Heng could really take out 3W survival points so easily, without even blinking his eyes.

"It seems that you have made a lot of money recently."

Hawk put away the surprise on his face, and nodded seriously, "I accept the points, but I don't guarantee that the people of the Dark Knights are willing to see you."

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

"Thank you."

Fang Heng checked the exchangeable list of the Hawke store.

Almost nothing.

All materials of value have been redeemed.

This is the old district, and the resources have been allocated by the major guilds.

Fang Heng didn't feel disappointed either. He shook his head and left the doomsday merchant camp.

After turning on the pickup truck, Fang Heng returned to the shelter on the same road.

(End of this chapter)