"Fang Heng, I'm so lucky to have t you."
In the apocalypse rchant camp, Vettel was grinning from ear to ear.
"But Fang Heng, we don't lack wooden planks anymore. You can go to the other apocalypse camps and take a look. They still lack a lot of wooden planks."
No more?
They have already reached the upper limit?
A hint of disappointnt flashed across Fang Heng's face.
He opened the mission panel to confirm.
The mission for collecting wooden planks (repeatable) for the apocalypse rchant camp had disappeared from the mission panel
What a pity.
He had originally wanted to empty the apocalypse rchant camp.
He didn't expect the King of Gods to set a limit.
Vettel continued, "I've ntioned you to the other apocalypse rchants. They will definitely welco your arrival."
"This is my personal map. The locations of their camps are marked on it. This would be helpful to you."
[Hint: Your friendship with Vettel has beco stronger.]
[Hint: Vettel has given you a map. You can use the map to navigate the location of the seven apocalypse rchant camps.]
"Thank you."
Fang Heng took the map and looked at it.
The seven apocalypse rchant camps marked on the map were all quite far away from here.
Even the closest one was more than 200 kiloters away.
His shelter hadn't been completed yet, so he couldn't leave.
It wasn't practical to go there just to provide the wood.
"I also have good news for you. Your goods have arrived. Co with . Hehe, I promise, this is good stuff for dealing with zombies."
rchant Vettel brought Fang Heng into the cabin.
He took out a wooden box from under the cabinet and put it on the cabinet with a bang.
"Look, this is the treasure."
Fang Heng opened the wooden box, and inside was a bright red focus flathrower.
The focused flathrower was shaped like a large submachine gun.
The difference was that the front end of the muzzle looked like a water pipe, and the mouth of the pipe was big and thick.
Fang Heng tried to lift it.
It was very heavy and needed to be placed on the shoulder to be used.
[Hint: You have obtained an item-focused flathrower M-021*1.]
"The zombies would lose consciousness, but most of them are instinctively afraid of fire. This flathrower is absolutely useful."
Vetter bragged and placed a few blue wooden boxes on the counter.
"Also, this is the fuel for your equipnt. Be careful, they are explosive and very heavy."
The fuel bottle was a mixture of special gases. After high-pressure sealing, it was very heavy.
Vettel finally handed a booklet to Fang Heng.
"Finally, this is the complintary instruction manual. Use It carefully to ensure safety."
Fang Heng took the booklet.
According to the description in the instruction manual, the correct use of the focused flathrower required the coordination of two people at the sa ti.
One controlled the lance of the focus flathrower and the other controlled the intensity of the fla by lifting the heavy fuel bottle.
The zombie's movents were too rigid to coordinate accurately.
He'll have to find another toolman to help.
There's also the issue of cooling ti.
He ntally went through the plan to clear the basent.
The focused flathrower would overheat after a period of use.
Once the temperature reached 50%, the durability of the flathrower would be depleted at a fast rate, so it was necessary to keep the temperature below 50% for safe use.
In addition, there was fuel.
Even with experience, it would take at least three minutes to change the fuel at a ti.
If there were a large number of spider zombies in the passage, the flathrower alone might not be able to stop them.
They didn't have ti to change the fuel.
What should they do?
Got it!
Fang Heng raised his head.
"Vettel, please give another twenty barrels of gasoline."
"No problem, here are the twenty barrels of gasoline you asked for."
[Hint: You have obtained focused flathrower fuel bottle*20, gasoline*20.]
...
At the prison, the entrance to the basent.
Liao Bufan was a little flustered.
He carefully observed his surroundings and lowered his voice.
"Fang Heng, are we really going in? Why don't we just forget about it this ti? We can just withdraw, right? We don't need to put ourselves at risk, our lives are more important."
"Don't panic, I have a plan."
Fang Heng replied softly. He used the key to open the first two iron doors, leaving only the last one.
Then, he pressed his ear against the door.
"Good, there's no sound inside." he thought to himself.
The spider zombies didn't block the door.
Fang Heng took out a focused flathrower from his backpack.
"What the hell? A flathrower!"
Liao Bufan was stunned when he saw Fang Heng take out such a powerful weapon from his backpack.
"I'm so envious!"
Liao Bufan felt tempted. He reached out his hand to touch the flathrower, feeling very excited.
"This is a treasure! Big Brother, where did you get it?"
He had been worried for a long ti. It turned out that Fang Heng was prepared.
With such a powerful weapon, what was there to be afraid of?
Liao Bufan was secretly upset that Fang Heng didn't tell him earlier, causing him to be on tenterhooks for a long ti.
"It's a secret. Co, give a hand."
Fang Heng tried to connect the fuel bottle to the flathrower and placed the fuel bottle on the ground.
"It's coming."
Liao Bufan helped carry the fuel bottle behind Fang Heng and adjusted the fla setting raft.
Fang Heng controlled the switch and direction of the flathrower.
Everything was ready.
"Three, two, one..."
Fang Heng signalled with his fingers and carefully pushed open the last iron door of the basent.
"Crack..."
Inside the iron door, a straight passageway about 30 ters ca into view.
There was nothing inside the passageway and at the end, there was a corner to the right.
After the corner was an invisible blind spot.
The two of them exchanged a glance.
Liao Bufan turned his head to look at Fang Heng.
"What should we do?"
"Shh."
Fang Heng raised his hand to signal Liao Bufan to keep quiet.
He waved his hand.
The five zombie clones following the two of them walked into the passageway.
They staggered forward until they reached the end of the straight passageway.
The zombie clones stopped, then slowly took out wooden fras from their backpacks and put them on the ground.
"Wooden fras? What are they trying to do?"
Looking at the zombies, Liao Bufan murmured in a low voice, his eyes filled with confusion.
After five minutes, the zombies piled fifty to sixty wooden fras at the corner, blocking almost half of the passageway.
After the wooden fras were piled up, the zombies took out a bottle of gasoline, opened the lid and poured it on the wooden fras.
In the end, the zombie clones slowly poured the remaining gasoline along the passageway towards where Fang Heng was standing.
"You..."
Liao Bufan felt that he understood sothing, but he didn't seem to understand it completely.
He looked at Fang Heng and asked in a low voice.
"Will there be a problem? Do you want to burn this place down?"
"Of course, it's not a problem. Uncle Jimmy has checked the structure of this place. It's all bare steel and concrete. It won't burn down the place."
"That's good."
Liao Bufan heaved a sigh of relief.
It wasn't easy to build a shelter. It would be a pity if it was accidentally burned down.
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