Chapter 354： Steal mines?

After scolding the Federation for a while with the refugee players, Fang Heng threw a simple bed in place.

He was going to get some books to read in the game.

Fang Heng went online and offline every 20 minutes, went back to Mo Yunxiao's backyard study, flipped through a book related to the mysterious side and loaded it into the jump backpack, and took the trouble to bring it into the game again and again.

"Mr. Fang Heng, you are..."

Until the tenth time, Mr. Sun, the assistant to the villa housekeeper, finally couldn't bear it any longer.

Watching Fang Heng go back and forth to Mo Yunxiao's study again and again.

Mr. Sun was a little confused.

It's so weird too...

The ancestors of the Mo family made a rule that 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 books from Fang Heng.

"Hahaha, it's nothing, it's my personal habit, I like to walk more when I'm restless."

Fang Heng wore a short sleeve, which he could see at a glance, and there was no place on his body to store books.

Mr. Sun can only shake his head, secretly saying that he doesn't understand the young people nowadays.

...

Federal Zombie Doomsday Fifth District United Front Headquarters.

Bright lights.

In the combat conference room, the atmosphere was solemn.

Qian Yuan, the head of the United Front Command in military uniform, sat on a chair and gently rubbed his temples.

Four hours ago, the space-time crack sensing device built in the fifth zone detected high-intensity space-time fluctuations.

Qianyuan immediately convened an emergency combat council.

The door was gently pushed open, and a federal soldier hurried in.

"Report sir! At present, the spatial fluctuation positioning has been completed, and the fluctuation point is determined to be near shelter No. 2."

"The specific space tearing channel cannot be confirmed for the time being, and the fluctuation level is about level 8."

Shelter number two? !

The senior officers who belonged to the four major federal shelters in the fifth district of the federal zombie apocalypse were discussing in a low voice.

During this time, similar fuzzy spatial transmission signals occurred in the fifth area.

Because the signals are too vague, precise positioning has always been impossible.

Combining the information collected from various channels, there are various signs that someone is secretly preparing to attack the fifth district.

Qianyuan has strengthened the protection of the fifth district in a targeted manner.

But the enemy has always been stealthy.

Only today, the transmission signal is extremely obvious.

why?

Why didn't they covert the signal as usual?

Qianyuan and other 5th District Shelter officers came to a unified answer after discussions.

It's not that it's not hidden, it's that it can't be done!

The fluctuation is beyond the signal range that can be concealed!

In other words, the original spatial fluctuation should be far more than level 8!

It's people who are anti-Federal organizations and they are ready to do it!

Shelter No. 2 is one of the largest shelters in the fifth district. Not only does it store a large amount of material resources, but there are a full 30,000 biological sleeping chambers in use.

Among them are some important federal politicians.

Qianyuan said solemnly: "Shelter No. 2 has entered the first-order alert state, and all staff are on standby."

"Yes!"

The federation acted quickly.

...

The moon is getting darker.

Fang Heng is online again.

In the temporary shelter, most players have been able to go offline, and only seven or eight players are still discussing something in a low voice in front of the bonfire.

Noticing Fang Heng who was suddenly online, all the players in the circle cast vigilant glances at him.

The tall and thin player didn't sleep either. He asked, "Brother, are you still not resting so late?"

Fang Heng recognized him, his name was Zuo Qing.

"Don't mention it, I have to go to work tomorrow, and it will take a while to be online."

Fang Heng pretended to be forced, and said cursingly, "The federation of the dog days is oppressing us migrant workers. Recently, the rent has risen again. I don't know when I will be able to collect enough down payment."

When everyone heard the words, the vigilance in their eyes lightened a little, and they all began to scold the Federation.

Similar situations are also common in games.

The game has federal sanctuary, and players can get subsistence food for free, but they can't use sleeping pods for free.

Therefore, many low-level players will choose to work during the day, enter the game at night, rest directly in the game, and spend time by the way.

Although doing this will make you feel bad when you go offline the next day, at least it won't delay your work.

Fang Heng chatted with everyone, opened the game log and glanced at it.

With less than ten minutes left, the zombie clones are about to be resurrected.

Fang Heng didn't want to attract attention, and was going to run outside to find a hidden place to summon a group of zombies.

"No, it's too boring here, I have to go out for a walk."

Saying that, Fang Heng stood up and walked towards the door.

A player said: "It's so late, it's not very safe outside, why don't you go?"

"It's okay, I'll just dangle twice at the door."

Fang Heng pushed the door open and walked out of the temporary shelter.

Several players sitting around the bonfire looked at each other.

"I'll deal with it."

Zuo Qing said and stood up, chasing Fang Heng out of the hut.

Outside the hut, Fang Heng was leaving the shelter along the trail. At first, he planned to stay farther away, find a place to summon a group of zombies, and explore the way by the way.

Suddenly raising his head, Fang Heng noticed something.

"Huh? What is that?"

Fang Heng's eyelids jumped.

At night, the visibility of the outside world is not high, but through the night vision skills of the bloodline Fang Heng still noticed that a group of players were walking down the mountain along the trail.

Fang Heng narrowed his eyes and looked at the group of players carefully.

From the mining area above, several players work together to push boxes with carts at intervals.

They transported the boxes into a temporary shelter hut at the foot of the mountain not far away.

Why do they have to carry supplies at night?

And their movements look very sneaky, the whole process is without any lighting, and they are kept quiet and try not to make any noise.

What made Fang Hen even more strange was that they were all wearing black masks that were not the standard uniforms of the Federation.

They are by no means ordinary players!

Are they stealing mines?

While wondering, Fang Heng was keenly aware that someone was approaching behind him.

Fang Heng turned around suddenly.

A tall, thin man stood behind him.

He also had a black mask on his face.

"Fang Heng, don't be nervous, it's me."

Zuo Qing laughed, lifted the mask on his face, approached, and handed Fang Heng a gold nugget the size of a fingernail.

"Brother, do me a favor and pretend you haven't seen anything."

Fang Heng took the gold nugget.

Item: Small gold nugget.

Description: Rare currency in the Doomsday, you can exchange it for food and consumables of the same value at the Doomsday Merchant Camp.

Description: Special high-value items that must be dropped after death.

"Are you stealing mines?"

"Shh."

Zuo Qing put on the black mask again, and the other party made a quiet gesture.

"Brother, don't be too loud, it's not easy."

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