After Zuo Yu got off the line, Fang Zhao dragged a wooden box and sat quietly in the warehouse for a minute, and used points to exchange for a lot of bullets.

Better than reality, everyone in the game has a "package", and some small things can be put into it, including magazines and food.

Fang Zhao laughed silently.

If reality could be like the game, so many people wouldn't have died at that time.

After all, games are just games, not in that real era.

Fang Zhao knew that this was not his former world, but just a virtual and incomplete copy, or even a game background. However, because it was too real, the surroundings, even the floating smell in the air, would cause Fang Zhao's emotions to fluctuate for a long time, and a belated storm seemed to blew in the depths of his soul.

He can't go back to that era, nor do he want to go back, nor does he want to be abused. He spent nearly a century working hard, and it was rare to have opportunities that others could not get. Of course, he had to enjoy it. This was the world he and countless people exchanged for a century of time and life!

Fang Zhao did not miss that era, he just missed the people of that era.

Take a deep breath, as if you vent all the depression in your heart.

"Yes, you have to enjoy it."

However, before that, the resentment that had been suppressed for a long time had to be found to vent. Even if he pretended to be no different from others in the new century, the memory of his soul was still dominated by a hundred years like hell. Even if he had been suppressing it in various ways, he could not continue like that. Now he has found a way to vent. Isn’t this what he has been waiting for?

Maybe others are using this game to find a way out, or just for entertainment, and some people are looking for excitement, but they are different.

What I just warmed up just now, but the restless factors hidden in the soul have awakened, and Fang Zhao will not stop now. It is just right that Zuo Yu is not here.

The excitement of the eyes burst out from the restless factors in the soul quickly subsided. In the blink of an eye, Fang Zhao felt as if he was integrated into this warehouse, his breath was coordinated with his surroundings.

In addition to the warehouse where goods are loaded and the kitchen behind, there are many rooms upstairs, probably the workers' dormitory. Fang Zhao did not miss any tiny sound. He could distinguish every syllable and every instrument in a song, and also could distinguish the movements hidden inside from the noise.

There are people in the room upstairs, but they are not considered humans, because they have left the category of normal people. In the century of destruction, these "humans", like those lesions, have lost their original consciousness and become bloodthirsty and manic, and are extremely aggressive. They will maintain this aggressiveness until their bodies can no longer provide the energy of action and die and cannot be cured.

There are infected people, and naturally there are survivors. The survivors have antibodies in their bodies that can resist the infection of manic viruses. There are also related medical means to defend themselves in the new century. The fatal threats that once were not allowed to come back.

But in the century of destruction, such people who were infected with the virus were also classified as the ranks of killing.

The cold metal flashed by, and the manic infected person with a hideous face and red eyes fell down, and a wound was added to his neck. A lightning-like knife cut off his brain stem and also the signal output of his brain and body. If he were a normal person, he would have died long ago with such a knife. These infected people did not die immediately, but they could no longer have any aggressive actions and could only fall there and wait for death. This is true in the game, and the same is true in the Destruction Century.

Fang Zhao cleaned all the rooms on the warehouse one by one and left the warehouse. The warehouse was cleaned just to give Zu Wen and the others a safer place. When Zu Wen and others went online, there was no need to continue cleaning the rooms on the building.

And after this, Fang Zhao's own entertainment time.

Infected, kill!

Lesional beast, kill!

Fang Zhao was like a leopard ambushing his prey in the grassland. Whether it was moving and lurking, or his precise and fast shooting, it would be exaggerated in textbooks. Not to mention people like Zuo Yu who came out of the special forces, even many soldiers with rich battlefield experience may not be able to do it.

The redeemed magazines were consumed at an astonishing speed, but if you look at the points, you can find that although a lot of magazines were redeemed, the points were still increasing significantly. Fang Zhao has always maintained a high-efficiency cleaning, almost every shot and one target. In Fang Zhao's status bar, in addition to the points, the experience value also increased rapidly at a more terrifying speed.

10

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30

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Different targets have different experience values ​​obtained from killing, but Fang Zhao didn't pay attention to his experience points at all. He just wanted to kill one game happily and vent his resentment that had been suppressed for a long time. However, compared to experience points, he cared more about points, because in this game, points can be exchanged for things.

"War of the Century" map, south of District 79, Yanzhou District, in a seven-story residential building.

Two players were nestling in a room on the second floor, looking from the window at the two lesion beasts approaching the building.

"Hurry! Shoot!" One man urged his companion.

"Wait a little longer, it's too far beyond the range, and it's a waste of bullets."

"Get closer, it has discovered us!"

"Don't be anxious!"

"How about not being in a hurry? It's so close! I'll be bitten to death."

"Don't urge, I know!"

"They are going to jump! Shoot!"

"I know! It'll be..."

Bang! Bang!

Two ill beasts rushing towards the second floor fell down and did not get up again.

“…”

After a few seconds of silence.

"You didn't fire those two shots just now, right?"

"It's not true when I hear it!"

One of them carefully stretched his neck and looked around, but he didn't see anyone, and pounded the wall angrily.

"Snatched!"

"I'll tell you to shoot quickly, look, you'll be snatched up if you're just one step slower."

"Shut up!"

In an office building in the south of District 79.

A figure quietly came to the sniper point he was interested in, took out the exchanged sniper rifle and set it up. His cold eyes passed through the scope and looked at the crazy running figures on the street outside the Louwai, and his fingers were on the trigger.

There were probably a group of students who had just started college in the opposite building. They had poor coping skills, had a large number of people, and had no experience. When they came up, they saw so many "two millions" around and shot in a hurry. They didn't kill many targets, but their own people were exposed quickly. They were probably killed or had no bullets. The gunshots on the opposite side were not loud.

He took advantage of the chaos on the other side and then redeemed a sniper with points. He liked the taste of sniping prey. Every time the blood flowers burst out from the prey could make him excited. However, as a sniper who loves gun battle games, he still has the necessary qualities. Adjust his mindset, calm down, and prepare to attack the target he is targeting. Imagine the blood flowers on the prey's head at the next moment, and a winning smile appeared on his lips, but the smile froze at the next moment.

With a gunshot, the prey he was targeting fell down and stopped moving.

It wasn't his shot, someone took the lead.

He cursed inwardly, and he did not delay and continued to aim at the next target. Just as he was about to take action, his prey fell down again.

"grass!"

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

In the scope, he saw "twenty million" one after another falling down with the gunshots!

The anger of the prey being robbed gradually disappeared, and replaced by the cold chill that rushed to the forehead, and the hair was about to stand up one by one.

This is a completely one-sided harvest!

Who is it?!

Definitely not those stupid students upstairs on the opposite floor.

Judging from the gunshots, the other party's position was constantly changing, but he could not find anyone at all. Only once did he see a figure that swiftly passed through the scope, and only that time did he see the figure that was swift by. After that, he didn't even see the figure, and he couldn't find it when chasing the gunshots. Until the continuous gunshots stopped, he could not see a living lesion beast in his sight!

Hell!

South of District 79, in the lobby on the first floor of a hotel.

"Hurry! Pay attention to the left rear!"

"Leave it to me!"

"Please pay attention to the southwest direction!"

"I'm here to guard!"

After a burst of dense gunfire, there was no threat outside.

The few people breathed a sigh of relief, then showed joy, and couldn't wait to check their experience values ​​and points.

"I don't know how many people I shot just now."

"I think I've killed at least two!"

"I must have hit one, and I saw several fall down just now."

"Me too!"

Several people happily checked their status.

Experience value: 0

“…”

"Why am I 0? I didn't hit anything for more than ten shots?" He looked confused, "Who killed those outside?"

After checking, there were only two of them with pitiful 10-20 points. The other people, the points and experience points obtained in the battle just now, were all 0.

"I X! What the hell is going on?"
To be continued...