To save fuel, Fang Heng slowly returned to the prison on his bicycle.
Coincidentally, when he left, he saw two players walking towards the camp from afar.
Zhou Yi and Lu Yu also saw Fang Heng at the same time.
Before Lu Yu could speak, Fang Heng had already turned away from another fork in the road.
The two of them looked at each other.
"That person just now seemed to be Fang Heng? The God?"
"It should be him."
Zhou Yi nodded and said, "Unfortunately, I've checked online. The God's character doesn't seem to be very good. I'm afraid that it would be troublesome to recruit him into the company. Otherwise, even if I had to spend a few million, I would still take him in..."
"What are you thinking about? A few million people might not be willing to come to your company."
"What's wrong? Is my company unpopular? Your bonus for next month is gone."
"The company has a bonus? How come I never got one?"
Zhou Yi and Lu Yu exchanged words, bickering to relieve the stress.
The two of them had worked hard for the whole day. They worked hard to complete a reconnaissance mission.
In the process, Zhou Yi was attacked by a zombie.
If it weren't for Lu Yu's quick wits, Zhou Yi would have lost his life.
Zhou Yi rubbed his face and said, "After completing this mission, we can buy earth-made bombs. It's a little late today. Tomorrow, we'll bomb the prison."
"After blowing up the barbed wire on the outside, it will take two or three days for the zombies inside to disperse. During this time, we'll collect more materials and reinforce the shelter."
Lu Yu nodded and became serious.
"By the way, how's the recruitment going?"
"We've interviewed a few professional players. They're all Level 5. We've signed a contract with them."
Zhou Yi was desperate to make a name for himself on this server and he didn't hesitate to invest a lot of money.
"However, after the new server is launched, they'll have to wait another week before they can come in. It won't be that fast."
The two of them chatted as they walked into the apocalypse merchant camp.
What... was going on?
Zhou Yi and Lu Yu stopped talking at the same time when they just stepped into the apocalypse merchant camp.
They stopped and looked at each other.
Inside the camp, there were messy piles of wooden planks to the left and the right.
A few NPC labour workers were busy moving them.
Where did these planks come from?!
When they came here to receive the mission earlier in the morning, there was clearly nothing there.
Lu Yu asked the apocalypse merchant about the situation.
"Vettel, why are there are so many wooden planks in the camp?"
"It was a survivor who helped me get them. That kid is really amazing."
Vettel was in a good mood today. As he checked the accounts and counted the materials, he answered with a smile.
"With these wooden planks, our camp's leveling plan will be on the agenda very soon."
Zhou Yi and Lu Yu were even more baffled.
A player!!
All these wooden planks were obtained by a player?!
Impossible!
It had only been a few days since the server opened!
Not to mention players, which guild had the ability to collect so many wooden planks in such a short time?
Perhaps only a bigshot like the federation government had the ability to do so.
While Zhou Yi was still in shock, Lu Yu instinctively thought of something.
He swallowed his saliva and asked the apocalypse merchant in a low voice.
"Vettel, the player you mentioned, is he called Fang Heng?"
Vettel put down the account book in his hand and raised his head to look at Lu Yu.
"Oh? You know him too?"
It was indeed Fang Heng!
A terrifying God!
...
The sky gradually darkened.
Liao Bufan and the others cleaned up the entire first floor of Building No. 3 during the day. They even specially arranged a relatively clean room for everyone to rest in.
Old man Jimmy seemed to have something on today and logged off early.
"Finally, we don't have to worry anymore."
Liao Bufan gulped down a mouthful of beer, stretched his back and stuffed a piece of roasted meat into his mouth.
The taste.
It was amazing!
Liu Lin was in a corner by the window.
She was fiddling with the two furnaces that Fang Heng had just exchanged for today, adding firewood and iron waste into them.
The furnaces could melt iron ore and iron waste by burning firewood to make iron nuggets.
Iron nuggets were the basis of advanced materials in the zombie apocalypse game.
For example, nails, which were in short supply when making shelters.
At this moment, Liu Lin deeply felt the power of Fang Heng's talent skill.
How many days had it been?
In the previous server, Server No. 7, she remembered that the fastest guild had spent half a month to complete the basic production of iron nuggets.
As for Fang Heng...
It had only been less than a week and he had already started preparing to mass-produce iron nuggets!
Thinking about it, it really felt like a dream.
Initially, after learning that she had been forcefully pulled into a new server, Liu Lin was still very nervous.
However, things had reached this point and everything was progressing exceptionally well.
As long as they did not encounter hostile players, the prison could provide them with sufficient security.
A small number of zombies could not break into the outermost layer of the barbed wire fence even after scratching the gate for an entire night.
The new server's zombie apocalypse that everyone was fearful about seemed to have become exceptionally simple.
Liu Lin's gaze unconsciously turned to Fang Heng.
He was the one who made all these changes.
Fang Heng ate something and started reading the game log.
At night, he arranged for the zombies to go to the surrounding area of the prison to cut down the trees.
They would only cut down the trees, not move them.
He felt that the zombies were too slow, especially when they were carrying heavy loads.
In order to increase efficiency, Fang Heng asked the zombies to cut down the trees and asked Liao Bufan to help collect the logs the next day.
Even if some players passed by during the day and picked up logs, how much could they collect?
Fang Heng was planning his operation for the next day when Liao Bufan coughed to attract everyone's attention.
"By the way, Big Brother, now that we have nails and logs, we have enough resources for the shelter. Where are you going to build the shelter?"
The game provided hundreds of blueprints for the simulated construction of shelters.
Players could use the blueprints to build shelters, modify them, or even reconstruct them.
Each blueprint required different materials.
The larger the shelter, the more materials would be consumed.
Fang Heng was already prepared for Liao Bufan's question.
"We will build it in the basement."
In the game, digging three feet underground was the safest.
Zombies didn't know how to dig underground.
Of course, if it really reached the later stage, when the shelter's defence was strong enough, it would slowly extend to the ground.
Fang Heng's current architectural layout was to rely on the prison outside to build the shelter.
In fact, the building outside the prison was already part of the extension of the shelter, but it was not recognized by the game system.
However, the core, as well as the most important part, was to be built in the basement.
This was for safety.
"Eh, but there are... spider zombies in the basement."
Liao Bufan shrunk his neck.
He had heard Fang Heng talk about it.
The dangerous group in the basement.
There were many spider zombies in there.
Ordinary players were no match for them at all.
Just hearing that there were many spider zombies, Liao Bufan felt a chill down his spine.
"I've already thought about this."
When the flamethrower arrived tomorrow afternoon, he could try to break into the basement.
Fang Heng suddenly thought of the mission in the police diary.
The hidden mission had just entered the second phase and he had to deal with a difficult group of spider zombies.
The difficulty level was a little too high.
This meant that the reward must be good.
For example, he was rewarded with a pistol in the first phase.
Not to mention the possibility of evolution crystals being dropped after killing the spider zombies!
While thinking, Fang Heng looked at Liao Bufan.
"The roast meat tastes good, right?"
Liao Bufan nodded.
It was hard for him to deny this.
"Then come and help tomorrow afternoon. We'll go to the basement together and deal with the zombies."
"No way! Big Brother, are you serious?"