Published at 8th of April 2022 06:28:35 AM

In this way, it is much simpler, and there is no need to find food and safe houses in the world, which saves a lot of trouble.

Fang Heng wandered around in the shelter, took some basic tools at random, a steel dagger, a few bullets and flashbangs, and put a little 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 while 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 Country Game Company standing at the entrance of the doomsday camp.

Dragon Country Games is a mid-sized game company.

Fang Heng didn't have any good feelings for them.

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

This time, Fang Heng's hard work for several months was in vain.

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

The players of the Dragon Country Company are carrying supplies and receiving tasks at this time.

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

Huh?

And a pickup truck?

District 7 seems to be quite rich. Ordinary medium-sized guilds have small trucks that can be used every day...

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

The two players of the Dragon Country Company did not realize that the danger was coming, and were standing in front of the doomsday camp talking and laughing casually.

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

"You! Stop! What are you doing! This is the site of Loncin games! Those who are sensible, get out!"

Fang Heng still approached the two of them in a leisurely manner.

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

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! Otherwise I'll shoot!"

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

"I know! I'm a player of Crimson Technology! I'm not malicious!"

Crimson Technology?

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

When did crimson technology develop around?

Haven't heard of it either!

Crimson Technology is a big game company, and Chen Hu was a little hesitant and didn't 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.

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

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

"Hey! I told you not to move!"

However, it was too late, and the flash bomb that Fang Heng was hiding in slipped.

"Om!"

Accompanied by harsh sound waves, a dazzling light blooms.

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

"Fuck!"

A cracking sound rang in his ears.

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

"laugh!"

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

[Hint: You inflict critical damage to the player and kill the enemy player, your skill - Hanging Head EXP +3].

Skill! Bullet time!

Under 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 swung again in the air, slashing a white awn and cutting Ye Jun's throat.

After exiting the bullet time state, Fang Heng glanced at the corpses of the two, put away the daggers, and walked to the truck.

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

"Hey! Chenhu! Ye Jun! Come and help you two!"

Fang Heng heard shouts from inside the doomsday camp.

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

"Shit! Where are those two idiots?"

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

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

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"laugh!"

Skill! Bullet time!

The flow of time in the surroundings slowed down in an instant.

Fang Heng waved the dagger and wiped the necks of the two players again at a very fast speed.

"Easily."

Under normal circumstances, ordinary players have been unable to pose a threat to him.

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

What's more, they had a grudge.

Fang Heng took off his kerchief, wiped the blood-stained dagger, and stepped into the doomsday merchant camp.

"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 Hawk, and he has a little impression of Fang Heng.

"How are you doing? I smell blood on you."

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

He could see that most doomsday merchants like to drink.

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

Hawke took the alcoholic peanut, tore 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 ordinary people~www.novelhall.com~ You know what I mean."

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

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

"Tell them that I am 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 alcoholic peanuts into his mouth, indicating that he could do nothing.

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

"Okay, I can help you convey this sentence, a total of 3W 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 Fang Heng to take out 3W survival points so easily, without even blinking an eye.

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

Hawke 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, if they want to see you, they will show up."

"thanks."

Fang Heng took a look at the exchangeable list of Hawke's store.

Almost empty.

All valuable materials have been redeemed.

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

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

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

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