After cursing the Federation with the refugee players for a while, Fang Heng decided to just leave a simple bed on the spot.
He was going to get some books to read in the game.
Fang Heng went online and offline every 20 minutes and returned to Mo Yunxiao’s study in the backyard. He casually flipped through a book related to occultism and put it into his warp backpack slot. He was not tired of it and brought it into the game time and time again.
“Mr Fang Heng, you are…”
It was not until the tenth time that Mr Sun, the housekeeper’s assistant in the villa, finally could not hold it in anymore.
He watched Fang Heng go back and forth in Mo Yunxiao’s study.
Mr Sun was a little confused.
This was too strange…
The ancestors of the Mo Family had set a rule that the books in the study could be borrowed, but they could not be taken out of the study.
Mr Sun also did not sense the existence of the books from Fang Heng.
“Hahaha, it’s nothing. It’s my habit. I like to walk around more when my heart is not calm.”
Fang Heng was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. Mr Sun could see through it at a glance if he was hiding any books on his body.
Mr Sun could only shake his head, secretly saying that he could not understand the young people of today.
…
At the Federation’s Zombie Apocalypse, District 5 United Front headquarters.
The lights were bright.
The atmosphere in the combat conference room was heavy.
The commander of the United Front, Qian Yuan, who was wearing a military uniform, sat on a chair and rubbed his temples.
Four hours ago, the spatial rift sensing device in District 5 detected a high-intensity spatial fluctuation.
Qian Yuan immediately called for an emergency combat conference.
The door was pushed open and a Federation soldier entered in a hurry.
“Reporting, sir! We have completed the location of the spatial fluctuation. We have confirmed that the fluctuation point is near Shelter No. 2.”
“We can not confirm what kind of space tearing passage it is. The fluctuation level is about Level 8.”
Shelter No. 2?!
The high-ranking officers of the four Federation shelters under the Federation’s Zombie Apocalypse’s District 5 were discussing in low voices.
During this period, similar blurry spatial transmission signals had occurred in District 5.
Because the signals were too blurry, it had been impossible to pinpoint them.
Combined with the information gathered through various channels, all kinds of signs indicated that someone was secretly preparing to attack District 5.
Qian Yuan had specifically strengthened the defenses of District 5.
However, the enemy had always been very stealthy.
Only today, the transmission signal was extremely obvious.
Why?
Why didn’t they conceal the signal as usual?
After discussing with the other officers of District 5’s shelter, Qian Yuan and the other officers came to a unified answer.
It wasn’t that they didn’t conceal it, but that they couldn’t do it!
The fluctuation was beyond the range of the concealable signal!
In other words, the original spatial fluctuation should have been far above Level 8!
It was the people from the anti-federal organization who were preparing to take action!
Shelter No. 2 was one of the largest shelters in District 5. Not only did it store large amounts of materials and resources, but it also had a total of 30,000 sleeping pods in use.
Among them, there were some important Federation politicians.
Qian Yuan said in a deep voice, “Shelter No. 2 has entered a Tier 1 alert state. Everyone to be on standby.”
“Yes!”
The Federation moved quickly.
…
The night had set, and darkness fell.
Fang Heng went online again.
In the temporary shelter, most players were able to go offline. Only seven or eight players were still gathered in front of the bonfire, discussing something in a low voice.
Noticing that Fang Heng had suddenly gone online, a circle of players looked at him warily.
The tall and thin player from before did not sleep either. He asked, “Brother, why aren’t you resting at this time of night?”
Fang Heng recognized him. His name was Zuo Qing.
“Don’t talk about it. I still have to go to work tomorrow. I have to go online for some time.”
Fang Heng pretended to be bitter as he cursed, “F*ck the Federation. They’re pressuring us, migrant workers. Recently, the rent has increased again. I don’t know when I’ll be able to get the down payment.”
When everyone heard this, the vigilance in their eyes lessened a little and they began to curse the Federation.
Similar situations were common in the game.
The game had the protection of the Federation. Players could get free food as the bare minimum for survival but they couldn’t use the sleeping pods for free.
Therefore, many low-level players would choose to work during the day and enter the game at night. They would directly rest in the game, and at the same time, they could kill time.
Even though doing this would make them feel tired when they went offline the next day, at least it would not delay their work.
Fang Heng chatted with the others, then opened the game log and glanced at it.
There were less than ten minutes left and the zombie clones were about to resurrect.
Fang Heng did not want to attract attention, so he prepared to run outside and find a hidden place to summon the zombie team.
“No, it’s too stuffy here. I have to go out for a walk.”
Fang Heng stood up and walked toward the door.
A player said, “It’s late. It’s not safe outside. Better not to go out.”
“It’s okay. I’ll just wander around the area.”
Fang Heng pushed the door open and walked out of the temporary shelter.
The players sitting in front of the bonfire looked at each other.
“I’ll handle it.”
Zuo Qing stood up and chased after Fang Heng who had walked out of the hut.
Outside the hut, Fang Heng was walking along a small path away from the shelter. He had planned to stay far away and find a place to summon his zombie team. At the same time, he could also explore the way.
Suddenly, he raised his head and noticed something.
“Eh? What’s that?”
Fang Heng’s eyelids twitched.
At night, the visibility outside was not high. However, through the night vision skill of the vampire bloodline, Fang Heng still noticed a group of players walking down the mountain.
Fang Heng narrowed his eyes and carefully sized up the group of players.
From the mining area above, there were a few players working together to push the boxes from a certain distance.
They transported the boxes to a temporary shelter hut at the foot of the mountain not far away.
Why did they have to transport materials at night?
Moreover, their movements looked very sneaky. There was no lighting during the entire process, and they kept quiet as much as possible, trying not to make any noise.
What made Fang Hen even more curious was that they were not wearing the Federation’s standard clothing, but they were all wearing black masks.
They were not ordinary players!
Could it be that they were stealing ores?
While he was in doubt, Fang Heng keenly sensed that someone was approaching from behind.
Fang Heng suddenly turned his head.
A tall and thin man stood behind him.
His face was also covered with a black mask.
“Fang Heng, don’t be nervous, it’s me.”
Zuo Qing laughed and lifted the mask on his face. He walked over 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.
Item: Small gold nugget.
Description: A rare currency in the apocalypse. You can use it to exchange for food and consumables of equal value in the apocalypse merchant camp.
Description: A special high-value item. It will definitely drop after death.
“Are you guys stealing the ores?”
“Shh.”
Zuo Qing put on his black mask again and gestured to Fang Heng to be quiet.
“Brother, don’t be too loud. We’re just trying to make a living. It’s not easy.”