This way, it was much easier. He didn’t need to use the world to find food and find a safe house, saving a lot of trouble.
Fang Heng wandered around the shelter, casually taking some basic tools, a steel dagger, a few bullets, and a few flashbang bullets. He also put some food in his backpack.
After a short rest, Fang Heng set off again, heading to the nearest apocalypse merchant camp.
Unlike District 8, District 7 had been in service for a long time.
Most of the apocalypse merchant camps in the game had been monopolized by various large gaming companies or unions.
In the past, Fang Heng would sneak in whenever the players from the various large guilds were not paying attention.
Just like before, Fang Heng fumbled his way to the periphery of the apocalypse merchant camp, hiding in the bushes to observe.
There were still two players from the Dragon Country Game Company standing at the entrance of the apocalypse camp.
The Dragon Country Game Company was a medium-sized gaming company.
Fang Heng did not have any good impression of them.
He remembered that once, his shelter had been forcefully raided by them.
That time, Fang Heng’s months of hard work had gone down the drain.
The law of the jungle was very normal in the game, but when Fang Heng thought about it, he instinctively felt a little displeased.
Players from the Dragon Country Game Company were currently transporting materials to obtain the mission.
A small truck stopped at the entrance of the camp.
Eh?
There was a small truck?
District 7 seemed to be quite rich. Even normal medium-sized guilds could use a small truck every day…
Fang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly and took out a rag from his backpack. He made it into a face towel and put it on his face as he strode forward.
Two players from the Dragon Country Company did not realize that danger was approaching. They were standing in front of the apocalypse camp and casually chatting and laughing.
One of the players saw a player approaching from afar and felt that it was strange, so he shouted at Fang Heng.
“You! Stop! What are you doing here! This is Dragon Country’s game territory! If you know what’s good for you, get lost!”
Fang Heng continued to approach the two of them unhurriedly.
“Are you deaf? I f*cking told you to stop!”
Chen Hu realized that something was not right. He pulled out the pistol in his hand and pointed it at Fang Heng. “This is the last warning. Don’t come any closer! Otherwise, I’ll shoot!”
Fang Heng stopped in his tracks. He raised his hands high to show that he had no ill intentions.
“I know! I’m a player of Crimson Technology! I have no ill intentions!”
Crimson Technology?
Chen Hu and Ye Jun looked at each other and felt that it was very strange.
Since when did Crimson Technology develop in the vicinity?
They had never heard of it!
Crimson Technology was a large gaming company. Chen Hu was a little hesitant and did not dare to offend them.
“Take the mask off your face!”
Fang Heng raised his hands and pretended not to hear him, continuing to approach.
“What did you say? Oh right! A large group of zombies are coming this way! I’m here to warn you.”
While the two of them were suspicious, Fang Heng took a few more steps forward.
“Hey! I told you not to move!”
However, it was already too late. Fang Heng’s hidden flashbang suddenly slid down.
“Buzz — !”
Along with the ear-piercing sound wave, a dazzling light bloomed.
Chen Hu and Ye Jun could not help but lower their heads to avoid the light.
“Swoosh!”
A sound of air being torn rang in their ears.
Opening his eyes again, Chen Hu saw a flash of blade light in front of his eyes.
“Chi!”
In the next second, a red bloody scar appeared on Chen Hu’s neck.
[Hint: You have dealt critical damage to the player and killed the enemy player. Your skill-guillotine experience points +3.]
Skill! Bullet time!
Under the buff of the skill bullet time, Chen Hu and Ye Jun’s movements seemed to have slowed down by more than ten times in Fang Heng’s eyes!
“Chi!”
The steel dagger waved in the air again, drawing a white light and cutting Ye Jun’s throat.
After exiting bullet time, Fang Heng swept his gaze over the two corpses, put away the dagger and walked to the front of the truck.
[Hint: Detected that you have a special skill. Current truck damage: 3% (can be repaired, the truck is in good condition and can run). It doesn’t belong to you, but you can use the lock-picking skill to gain control of the truck. You can dismantle the truck.]
“Hey! Chen Hu! Ye Jun! The two of you, come and help!”
Fang Heng heard the shouts from inside the apocalypse camp.
He immediately activated his skill to conceal his aura and hid to the side.
“F*ck! Where are those two idiots?”
“They only know how to slack off, Ye Jun! Ye Jun!”
The two players were cursing and swearing as they each laboriously carried a box of materials out of the apocalypse camp.
Fang Heng silently appeared behind one of them.
“Chi!”
Skill! Bullet time!
The flow of time in the surroundings instantly slowed down.
Fang Heng brandished his dagger and once again slashed across the necks of the two players at an extremely fast speed.
“Easy.”
Under normal circumstances, the ordinary player would not be able to pose a threat to him.
Fang Heng was too lazy to waste time, so it was most convenient for him to directly act.
Moreover, they already had a grudge to begin with.
Fang Heng took off his face cloth, wiped the dagger that was stained with blood and strode into the apocalypse merchant camp.
“What a rare guest, Fang Heng. I haven’t seen you for a long time. I thought you had already gone somewhere else.”
The boss of the apocalypse camp was called Hawk. He had some impression of Fang Heng.
“How have you been recently? I can smell the blood on your body.”
Fang Heng placed a bag of drunkard peanuts on the counter and pushed it towards Hawk.
He could see that most of the apocalypse merchants liked to drink.
“Hawk, I need your help. I want to get the contact information of the Dark Knights.”
Hawk took the drunkard peanuts, tore open the packaging and examined Fang Heng from top to bottom.
“That won’t be easy. Fang Heng, the Dark Knights aren’t willing to meet some ordinary people. You know what I mean.”
“I know you have a way. I have something very important to find them, and I’m in a hurry.”
“The rules aren’t like that, 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 Hawk. “I came through the Tier 3 space tearing device for the first-generation meteorite.”
“I don’t really know.”
Hawk shrugged and poured a few drunkard peanuts into his mouth, indicating that he was powerless.
“Help me pass this message to them. They will meet me.”
“Okay, I can help you pass this message. It’s a total of 30,000 survival points. What do you think?”
“Deal.”
[Hint: You have deducted 30,000 survival points.]
Hawk was shocked. He did not expect Fang Heng to take out 30,000 survival points so easily. He did not even blink.
“It seems that you have earned a lot recently.”
Hawk put away the surprise on his face and nodded seriously. “I will take the points, but I cannot guarantee that the Dark Knights will be willing to meet you.”
“Come back to my place at dusk today. If they are willing to meet you, they will appear.”
“Thank you.”
Fang Heng checked the list of exchangeable items in Hawk’s shop.
It was almost empty.
All the valuable materials had been exchanged.
This was the old district. Resources had been allocated by the big guilds.
Fang Heng did not feel disappointed. He shook his head and left the apocalypse merchant camp.
Fang Heng turned on the truck and returned to the shelter.