National Games: Hang up from the zombie apocalypse

Chapter 354 Stealing mines?

After scolding the Federation for a while with the refugee players, nothing happened, Fang Heng threw down a simple bed on the spot.

He was going to get some books to read in the game.

Fang Heng went offline every 20 minutes, went back to Mo Yunxiao's study in the backyard, randomly flipped through a book related to the mysterious side and put it into the leap backpack, and took the trouble to bring it into the game again and again.

"Mr. Fang Heng, you are..."

Until the tenth time, Mr. Sun, the assistant housekeeper of the villa, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Watching Fang Heng going in and out of Mo Yunxiao's study time and time again.

Mr. Sun was a little confused.

This is too strange...

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

Mr. Sun also didn't sense the existence of books from Fang Heng.

"Hahaha, it's nothing. It's my personal habit. I like to walk more when my mind is restless."

Fang Heng was wearing a short sleeve, which could be seen through at a glance, and there was no place on his body where he could hide a book.

Mr. Sun could only shake his head, secretly saying that he did not understand the young people of today.

……

The United Front Headquarters of the fifth district of the federal zombie doomsday.

Bright lights.

In the battle meeting room, the atmosphere is dignified.

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

Four hours ago, the space-time crack sensing device established in the fifth area detected high-intensity space-time fluctuations.

Qianyuan immediately convened an emergency combat council.

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

"Report sir! The spatial fluctuation location has been completed, and the fluctuation point is determined to be near the No. [-] shelter."

"The specific space tearing channel is temporarily unconfirmed, and the fluctuation level is about 8."

Shelter No. [-]? !
The senior officers of the four major federal shelters belonging to the fifth district of the federal zombie apocalypse discussed in low voices.

During this period of time, similar vague spatial transmission signals frequently occurred in the fifth district.

Because the signals are too vague, it has not been possible to pinpoint them precisely.

Combining the information collected from various channels, all signs indicate that someone is secretly preparing to attack District Five.

Qianyuan has targetedly strengthened the protection of the fifth district.

But the enemy has always been very stealthy.

Only today, the transmission signal is very obvious.

why?
Why didn't they covert the signal as usual?

After discussions, Qian Yuan and other District [-] shelter officers came up with a unified answer.

It's not that it's not concealed, it's that it can't be done!
The fluctuation is beyond the signal range that can be concealed!

In other words, the original spatial fluctuation should far exceed level 8!
It's the anti-federal organization and they are ready to do it!
Shelter No. [-] is one of the largest shelters in the fifth district. It not only stores a large amount of material resources, but also has a total of [-] biological sleep chambers in use.

Among them are some important federal politicians.

Qian Yuan said in a deep voice: "The No. [-] shelter has entered a first-level alert state, and all staff are on standby."

"Yes!"

The Federation acted swiftly.

……

The moonlight is getting stronger.

Fang Heng went online again.

In the temporary shelter, most of the players were able to go offline, only seven or eight players were still discussing something quietly around the bonfire.

Noticing Fang Heng who went online suddenly, a circle of players cast wary glances at him.

The tall and thin player didn't sleep either, so he asked, "Brother, why don't you rest at this late hour?"

Fang Heng recognized him, his name was Zuo Qing.

"Don't mention it, I have to go to work tomorrow, so I have to spend some time online."

Fang Heng pretended to be miserable, and said cursingly: "The federation of the gods is oppressing us migrant workers. Recently, the rent has increased again. I don't know when we will be able to make up the down payment."

When everyone heard the words, the vigilance in their eyes eased a little, and they began to echo and scold the Federation.

Situations like this are also common in games.

There is federal shelter in the game, and players can get food to survive 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, and rest directly in the game, and can also mix time by the way.

Although doing so will cause poor spirits when you go offline during the day the next day, at least it will not delay your work.

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

With less than 10 minutes left, the zombie clones are about to be resurrected.

Fang Heng didn't want to attract attention, and was going to run outside to find a hidden place to summon the zombies.

"No, it's too boring here, I have to go out for a walk."

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

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

"It's okay, I'll just hang around the door twice."

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

Several players sitting around the campfire looked at each other.

"I'll deal with it."

Zuo Qing stood up as he spoke, and chased Fang Heng out of the hut.

Outside the hut, Fang Heng was leaving the direction of the shelter along the path. At first, he planned to stay far away, find a place to summon zombie groups, and explore the way along the way.

Suddenly looking up, Fang Heng noticed something.

"Huh? What is that?"

Fang Heng's eyelids twitched.

At night, the visibility of the outside world is not high, but through the night vision skills of blood blood, Fang Heng still noticed a group of players on the mountainside walking down the mountain along the trail.

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

From the mining area above, several players work together to push boxes with carts at intervals.

They transported the boxes into a temporary shelter hut at the foot of the mountain not far away.

Why do they have to move supplies at night?

Moreover, their actions looked very sneaky. There was no lighting during the whole process, and they kept quiet, trying not to make any noise.

What made Fang Hen even more strange was that they were not wearing federal uniforms, but uniformly wore black masks.

They are by no means ordinary players!
Are they stealing mines?

While wondering, Fang Heng keenly sensed someone approaching behind him.

Fang Heng turned around abruptly.

Standing behind him was a tall, thin man.

He also had a black mask on his face.

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

Zuo Qing chuckled, lifted the mask on his face, approached, and handed Fang Heng a gold nugget the size of a fingernail.

"Brother, do me a favor and pretend you didn't see anything."

Fang Heng took the gold nugget smoothly.

Item: Small gold nuggets.

Description: A rare currency in the doomsday, you can use it to exchange for food and consumables of equivalent value in the doomsday merchant camp.

Description: Special high-value items must drop after death.

"Are you stealing mines?"

"Shh."

Zuo Qing put on the black mask again, and the other party Hengbi made a gesture of lowering his voice.

"Brother, don't make too much noise, it's not easy for everyone to eat."

(End of this chapter)