Chapter 339 Camp
This will make it much simpler. You don’t have to go through the world to find food and a safe house, which saves you a lot of trouble.
Fang Heng wandered around the shelter, randomly picked up some basic tools, a steel dagger and a few bullets and flash bombs, and put some food into his backpack.
After taking a short rest, Fang Heng set off again, heading to the nearest doomsday merchant camp.
Unlike District 8, District 7 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 trade unions.
In the past, Fang Heng would sneak in every time when the guards of major guild players were not paying attention.
Same as before, Fang Heng groped his way to the bushes outside the doomsday merchant camp and hid in the dark to observe.
There were still two players from Dragon Kingdom Game Company standing at the door of the doomsday camp.
Dragon Kingdom Game Company is a medium-sized game company.
Fang Heng didn't have any good impressions of them.
I remember that once, his shelter was his home that was forcibly confiscated by the Kingdom of Dragon.
Fang Heng’s months of hard work were in vain during this ‘house raid’.
It is very normal for the weak to eat the strong in the game, but recalling this incident, Fang Heng instinctively felt a little unhappy.
Players from Dragon Kingdom Company are currently carrying supplies and receiving tasks.
A pickup truck parked at the entrance to the camp.
Huh?
And a pickup truck?
The seventh district seems to be quite wealthy. Ordinary medium-sized guilds have small trucks that can be used every day...
Fang Heng squinted his eyes slightly and took out a rag from his backpack. Make it into a face towel and put it on your face, and take a big step forward.
The two players from the Dragon Kingdom Company have not yet realized that the danger is coming, and are standing in front of the doomsday camp talking and laughing casually.
One of the players saw a player approaching from a distance and thought it was strange, so he shouted at Fang Heng.
"You! Stop! What are you doing! This is the territory of Loncin Games! Get out of here if you know how to do it!"
Fang Heng still approached the two of them unhurriedly.
"Are you deaf? I told you to fucking stop!"
Chenhu realized 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, he He raised his hands high to show that he meant no harm.
"I know! I am a player of Crimson Technology! I have no ill intentions!"
Crimson Technology?
Chen Hu and Ye Jun looked at each other and felt very strange.
When did Crimson Technology develop nearby?
I haven’t heard of it either!
Crimson Technology is a big game company. Chen Hu was a little hesitant and didn't dare to offend.
“Take the towel off your face!”
Fang Heng raised his hands, pretending not to hear clearly, and continued to approach.
"What did you say? By the way! A large number of zombies are coming here! I'm here to give you a warning."
While the two were suspicious, Fang Heng took a few steps closer.
"Hey! I told you not to move!"
However, it was too late, and the flash bomb Fang Heng had hidden slipped away suddenly.
“Buzz——!”
Along with the harsh sound waves, a dazzling light bloomed.
Chen Hu and Ye Jun couldn't help but lower their heads to avoid the light.
“Swift!”
A sound that broke through the air sounded in my ears.
Opening his eyes again, Chen Hu saw a sword flashing before his eyes.
"Chi!"
The next second, a red blood mark appeared on Chenhu's neck.
[Tip: You caused critical damage to the player and killed the enemy player. Your skill - head-hanging experience value +3].
Skills! Bullet time!
With the blessing of the bullet time skill, the movements of the two players Chen Hu and Ye Jun seemed to Fang Heng to have slowed down more than ten times!
"Chi!"
The steel dagger swung in the air again, streaking a white light and slicing Ye Jun's throat.
Exiting the bullet time state, Fang Heng glanced at the two bodies, put away the dagger, and walked to the truck.
[Tip: It is detected that you have special skills. The current damage level of the truck is: 3% (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 obtain the truck. Control, you can dismantle the truck].
"Hey! Chenhu! Ye Jun! Come and help you two!"
Fang Heng heard shouts from inside the doomsday camp.
He immediately activated his concealment skill and hid aside.
"Damn! Where are those two idiots?"
"You know how to be lazy, Ye Jun! Ye Jun!"
The two players cursed, each working hard Walking out of the doomsday camp carrying a box of supplies.
Fang Heng appeared quietly behind one of them.
“Chi!”
Skill! Bullet time!
The flow of time around him slowed down in an instant.
Fang Heng swung the dagger and swiped the two players' necks at extremely fast speeds again.
"Easy."
Under normal circumstances, ordinary players can no longer pose a threat to him.
Fang Heng was too lazy to waste time, so it was most convenient to just do it.
What's more, they have a grudge in the first place.
Fang Heng took off his hijab, wiped the bloody dagger, and stepped into the doomsday merchant camp.
"A rare visitor, Fang Heng. I haven't seen you for a long time. I thought you had gone somewhere else."
The owner of the Doomsday Store is named Hawke, and he has some impression of Fang Heng.
"How have you been lately? I smell the blood on you."
Fang Heng placed a bag of Drunken Peanuts on the counter and pushed it towards Hawke.
He finally figured out that most doomsday merchants like to drink.
"Hoke, I need your help. I want to get the contact information of the Dark Knights."
Hoke took the Drunkard Peanuts, tore open the package, and looked at Fang Heng up and down.
"That's not easy, Fang Heng. People in the Dark Knights don't want to meet ordinary people, you know what I mean."
"I know you have a way, I have a lot I have to go to them for important things, and I’m in a hurry.”
“That’s not the rule, Fang Heng. It’s not that easy to join the Dark Knights...”
"Tell them that I come from another parallel world." Fang Heng looked at Hawke, "I came here through the third-order space tearing device, for the first generation meteorite."
"I don't understand."
Hoke shrugged and poured a few drunken peanuts into his mouth, expressing his helplessness.
"Help me convey this sentence to them, they will meet me."
"Okay, I can help you convey this sentence, a total of 3W survival points, what do you think How is it?”
"Deal."
[Tip: You have deducted 3W survival points].
Hoke was surprised. He obviously didn't expect that Fang Heng could actually take out 3W survival points so easily, without even blinking.
"It seems that you have made a lot of money recently."
Hoke put away the surprise on his face and nodded seriously, "I will accept the points, but I do not guarantee that the Dark Knight The people in the group are willing to meet you.”
"Come back to my place at dusk today. If they want to see you, they will show up."
"Thank you."
Fang Heng checked the redeemable list in Hawke's store.
Almost empty.
All valuable materials have been exchanged.
This is the old area, and resources have been allocated by the major guilds.
Fang Heng did not feel disappointed, shook his head, and left the doomsday merchant camp.
Opening the pickup truck, Fang Heng returned to the shelter along the same route. (End of this chapter)