Global Games: AFK In Zombie Apocalypse Game

Fish Catching

[Hint: Your zombie group destroys the player's shelter, get firewood*2727, spikes 11, trash*60, discarded plastic*2].

Looking at the news on the game log, Fang Heng's eyes showed a touch of excitement.

Forced house demolition is still pretty cool!

At first, Fang Heng foolishly controlled the zombies one by one to not be flown in with a kite.

It puts a lot of mental pressure.

Later, Fang Heng got another inspiration.

He just issued a unified order.

The wine zombies ignored the long-range damage with a single attack damage of less than 50 points!

As a result, the wine zombies attacked most of the player's wooden arrows and forcibly destroyed the shelter.

Once the shelter is destroyed, the remaining system buildings will have no defense.

"Cut the grass and get rid of the roots, save the problem, and destroy the rest together!"

Fang Heng continued to issue demolition instructions to the zombie group.

[Hint: Your zombie group is dismantling the building.].

[Hint: Zombie you are dismantling the brick wall, giving 30 points damage to the brick wall, and getting gravel +1].

[Hint: Your Zombie.].

...

Watching the Durability of the Shelter drop to zero, the Capet Company players showed expressions of despair.

It's over, it's over.

It took a long time to build a shelter, but it didn't take half an hour to tear it down!

Facing this senseless zombie, Ante felt a deep sense of helplessness in her heart.

Before the despair passed, he saw that the iron spear originally held by the zombies had been turned into an iron hammer.

What are they going to do? !

"But! The bomb!"

A heavy hammer blow struck the hearts of the Capet Company players.

Zombies even began knocking on the walls of the early building systems!

lunatics! They even had to destroy the rest of the system building? !

Is the armor really not?

Cape Town players are humiliated.

The black tiger was also dumbfounded.

After playing the game for half his life, it was the first time he had seen this phenomenon.

What happened to these zombies? Why doesn't he play cards according to routine at all?

A mercenary came and whispered something in the black tiger's ear.

The black tiger was surprised and confirmed to him: "Are you sure? Not getting experience points?"

"Yes, so is the fourth child. He also killed zombies before and gained no experience."

"And boss. I have a firearm skill book. I'm sure I'll blow it up, but there's no clue to the value of his skill experience."

Combining all the oddities he had encountered earlier, frightening thoughts appeared in the heart of the black tiger.

shouldn't...

Are these zombies being controlled by someone behind them?

Is there really a player who can control such a powerful force at this stage?

Who's gonna do it?

Almost unknowingly, the black tiger thought of the prison that had terrified him so much the night before!

Just thinking about it, the black tiger broke out in a cold sweat.

The shelter is destroyed, and most of the remaining Capet players still attack the zombies with bows and arrows.

Although the effects of doing so are very limited.

The black tiger walked towards the lost Ante.

"Ante, did you offend someone outside recently?"

The heart of the ant is racing.

He turned his head, like a cat whose tail had been guessed, and said angrily, "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, did you know there's a prison near here?"

Ante's pupils shrank, from anger to guilty conscience, and even a hint of regret.

Before Ante replied, the black tiger had already gotten a definite answer from her expression.

The black tiger conducted a mercenary regiment program with a blank face.

"Sorry, the strength of the wine zombie group exceeded our expectations. You didn't make any prior statements in the assignment, so our team couldn't complete this task."

"Hey, you! It's missing? Do you know how much harm your mission has inflicted on us?"

Ante angrily pointed at the Black Thorn mercenary group that quickly retreated and fled, incompetent and furious, "I will complain to your mercenary group! This matter is not easy to end!"

Mira reached out her hand and pressed her on Ante's shoulder, "It's useless, don't say it again, even if you pull it back, you won't be able to return it, report the relevant company information, you can't get it back, and retreat from the forest area.”

"I don't need you to teach me how to do things!"

Ants gnashed their teeth.

...

[Hint: Zombies are dismantling brick walls ..]

[Hint: Zombies are dismantling brick walls ..]

[Hint: Zombies are dismantling brick walls ..]

Did they all run away?

Quit struggling?

See that the game log no longer has a notification that the zombie is broken.

Fang Heng was blunt for a while.

"That's boring."

Fang Heng muttered in a low voice and flipped through the attributes of the characters.

After the 'hard fight', his block and evasion skills were raised to level 10.

It was still slightly below the expected level of 13.

"Forget it, let's continue unpacking ..."

...

Two days later, early morning.

The recently renovated prison combat meeting room.

Including Fang Heng, all the members from the thirteen studios gathered here.

Since leaving the Huangming Game Company, old man Jimmy and Liu Lin signed an agreement with Fang Heng, they gave Fang Heng 10W as rent every month and lived in prison.

Fang Heng will provide 100% protection and food%.

And Liao Bufan chose to pay for his work and continue working in the game, and Fang Heng paid him 3W every month.

In addition to Liu Yi's five newcomers, the studio recruited six more.

They were all students that Pei An'an thought were more reliable after screening.

Currently each player is placed in front of a personal survival radio.

The survival radio is connected to a central power amplifier.

The amplifier allows Survival Radio to receive and send communications over longer distances.

Fang Heng looked around, his eyes sweeping over the excited faces in front of the table.

"Phase II of the fishing program, start!"

Liao Bufan raised his hand excitedly, "Boss! I'm coming over! This time I'll start first!"

"Okay, let's get started!"

Liao Bufan typed a line on Survival Radio.

After a few seconds, all the players saw the message on the survival radio.

[Liao Bufan: Zombie attack! what's to be done? My zombie is under attack! Why are there so many zombies attacking my station? It's over, it's over! ].

"How's it?"

After sending a message, Liao Bufan looked at everyone.

Everyone is silent.

"Sister Fan." Liu Yi carefully sorted out his words, "Is his acting a bit exaggerated?"

"Excessive? No.." - No..."

Liao Bufan shyly touched his cheek.

"Then you come."

Liu Yi prepared and quickly edited the message to send.

[Liu Yi: What should I do if a group of zombies surround my station gate? Urgent, please help! Diffusion seeking].

"How's it?"

The crowd was silent again.

"Cough, everybody, let's try."

Fang Heng coughed lightly, whether he was embarrassed or not, he stood up.

Don't blame him for being rude if he doesn't run.