“Fang Heng from Zombie Apocalypse District 8. He can control zombies. He has been appearing on the player forums many times recently.”
“No, it can’t be him.”
Li Dahai shook his head and vetoed it.
Server 8 had only been in service for a short while. Upgrading to Tier 2 space tearing device was impossible.
No one could do it!
Perhaps it was an organization that was hostile to the Night Owl organization?
“Edit the video and send it to the intelligence department. Try to figure out the identity of the player who was secretly controlling the Lickers.”
“Yes!”
…
Not far from the Federation’s shelter, in front of an abandoned building.
A few people wearing silver masks were standing guard beside Sikong Mao.
One of them asked, “What happened to the last group of zombies?”
“I don’t know.”
Sikong Mao’s voice was hoarse.
Controlling a large number of high-tier zombies into a berserk state to attack the Federation’s shelter had consumed almost all of his energy.
“Licker is a hunter with sharp perception. It would hardly attack a higher-level mutated zombie, let alone have the ability to self-detonate.”
Sikong Mao’s breathing was heavy, and his eyes showed a deep fear.
“Someone must be controlling them from behind.”
The few people in silver masks fell silent.
They had planned for half a year, and spent a lot of effort to drag the three Tier 5 mutated zombies into hibernation mode.
The other party seemed to have an easier way to control the zombies.
If there was such a person, his strength would definitely be terrifying.
After a long while, that person asked, “Is it the Federation’s backup plan?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Release the video to the black market and think of a way to find out that person’s identity.”
“Alright.”
The two masked men nodded.
Sikong Mao turned his head to look at the mine halfway up the mountain.
“Let’s ignore him for now. We’ve managed to delay the Federation for a few hours. The blue crystal ores should have already been transported, right?”
“Hmm. I’ve made some calculations. It should be about time.”
“The Federation’s sudden attack this time is a little strange. They might have predicted our movements in advance. In addition to the loss of the blue crystal raw ores, we won’t be able to hide our actions from them for too long.”
Sikong Mao had slightly recovered his stamina. Leaning against the wall beside him, he said, “We need to carry out our plan in advance. The sooner the better.”
“If we want to speed up, we still need a few players who have advanced construction engineer skills.”
…
“It’s finally done.”
Seeing the last giant zombie fall in a series of self-destructions, Fang Heng let out a sigh of relief.
Controlling the Lickers to self-destruct one by one consumed too much energy.
In this battle, all the Lickers were exhausted.
Fang Heng opened his palm and aimed at the foot of the mountain in the distance.
The drop rate of the giant zombies was extremely high. After the three zombies died, they all dropped high energy evolution crystals.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Three high energy evolution crystals came from afar and flew into Fang Heng’s palm.
When they came into contact with his palm, the rune mark on the back of Fang Heng’s hand once again displayed a weak light.
Then, the high energy evolution crystals were absorbed by the rune mark.
A line of game hints appeared.
[Hint: Detected that the player has mastered a skill: occult ritual (Tier 1), basic occult (Level 2). The evolution crystal in your backpack can be stored directly in the occult ritual.]
“The evolution crystal can be stored directly in the occult ritual?”
Fang Heng placed the back of his hand in front of his eyes and observed.
This was a pretty good skill. It could save quite a few slots in the backpack.
Since the crisis of the Federation’s shelter was over, Fang Heng estimated that the people from the Federation would soon rush to the mining area.
This wave of profits was almost over.
He should leave as soon as possible!
The players of the Night Owl organization in the mining area had also noticed the situation in the Federation’s shelter at the foot of the mountain. They called on the players to speed up the transportation, preparing to leave after getting the last batch of goods.
Taking advantage of the fact that everyone was speeding up the transportation of materials, Fang Heng casually walked to the side of a military truck.
The blue crystal raw ores behind the truck were already 70-80% filled. A few players had just laboriously moved two large boxes up.
Fang Heng quietly sat in the driver’s seat.
He stepped on the accelerator and the large truck drove out of the mining area.
Night Owl organization did not notice anything amiss. They only thought that Fang Heng was also a player who helped to move the ores.
When a few players came out of the iron mine with boxes filled with iron ores, they were stunned when they saw the truck driving away from the iron mine area.
“Hey! Wait!”
“It’s not full yet!”
“Hey! That guy!”
The truck did not have any intention of stopping. The players watched as Fang Heng drove the truck to the foot of the mountain and disappeared into the night.
The remaining players looked at each other in dismay.
What was going on?
The truck was not filled up and someone had driven it away?
This was going to cost them money!
…
There were 35 hours left until the end of the teleportation.
Including the truck full of high-quality blue crystal raw ores, it should be enough to cover the cost.
Fang Heng pondered.
It was a pity that he didn’t bring the live sample collector. Otherwise, he should be able to collect some samples of Tier 5 giant zombies.
Next, he should think of a way to find the first-generation meteorite.
Fang Heng went down the mountain along the path.
On the way, the remaining five Lickers jumped onto the back of the truck.
Fang Heng controlled the steering wheel and made a turn, moving along Road No. 102.
He headed all the way to the apocalypse merchant camp. About half an hour later, Fang Heng discovered the apocalypse merchant camp beside the path ahead.
The sky was still dark and the gate of the apocalypse merchant camp was still closed.
Fang Heng took a detour and temporarily parked the truck in a dense forest nearby, protected by the Lickers.
He went offline again to deliver a wave of high-quality blue crystal raw ores.
…
Express Hotel.
In the pitch-black room, Old Black sat alone in front of his computer desk.
The screen was playing the video of the Tier 5 giant zombies being attacked by the Lickers not long ago.
“Buzz…”
The phone on the table vibrated.
Old Black picked up the call.
“It’s me.”
“Did you receive the latest video?”
Old Black paused the video at the moment the Licker self-destructed and replied expressionlessly, “I’m watching.”
“What do you think? Is he from the Federation?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Confirm his identity as soon as possible. His existence will increase the uncertainty of our plan. I have a bad feeling.”
“It’s a bit troublesome. I’ve already checked the latest database, but so far, I haven’t found any suspicious candidates that match the relevant abilities.”
“10,000 King of Gods’ points.”
Old Black massaged his temples and his sitting posture became more relaxed. He said, “It’s not about the money. The person you’re looking for isn’t on the list.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“The plan has been moved forward. We need to activate the first phase of the plan within 24 hours. We still lack players who are proficient in mechanical repair abilities.”
“That’s a rare talent, and you know that place in District 5.”
“10,000 King of Gods’ points. I need to ensure that the amplification device is activated within 24 hours.”
“Of course, as you wish.”
Old Black pressed his phone.