The players in the Spore Farm are divided into several factions, the strongest of which is a group of blacks.

The leader's name was Badman, and he was a strong man with a height of two meters, and there were seven men under his command, all of whom were strong enough.

The most surprising thing is that Badman's gang is quite united, and the other players in the spore farm are not less oppressed by Badman.

If it weren't for Badman, the rest of the players wouldn't have been able to huddle together to keep warm.

Originally, the other players were going to kill Badman and his gang together, but unexpectedly, Badman actually found the zombie camouflage spray.

With this spray, it is much safer for them to enter the town to search for supplies.

It's just that the price to pay to get the camouflage spray from Badman is too great.

Food, water, weapons, tools, vehicles, gasoline, medical resources, and even space, Badman wants.

Because of this, the atmosphere on the farm has become more and more tense, and there are undercurrents, especially after the outbreak of corpses.

Badman even had a lot of supplies in his hands, and no one could tell how many things he had.

Just when the players were about to explode, they suddenly received a prompt from a mechanical sound.

Twilight has time to surrender and fall.

Airdrop, familiar to anyone who has played the game.

They all agreed that there must be a weapon or armor with super lethality inside the airdrop.

If they got these things, they wouldn't need to be afraid of Badman's gang.

Even, it is not impossible to replace Badman and become the de facto controller of the spore farm.

The thought of this possibility made them unable to hold back.

"Big Brother Badman, what are we going to do?" A younger brother at the bottom asked.

The pigs outside are all ready to move, and if they are allowed to get the weapons inside the airdrop, they may really pose a threat to them.

Badman smiled disdainfully, a bunch of idiots, and dared to fight him.

The airdrop is to be taken, but not now.

When they were almost done killing each other, he struck again.

There is a Chinese proverb that says that the snipe and the clam compete for the fisherman's profit.

Let them fight first.

The supplies in the drop box were just the icing on the cake for Badman.

Although he didn't open a level 7 material box like Nanxing, he also opened a level 6 material box.

What Badman got out of it was some ordinary goods, and the only good thing he got — a disposable surgical robot.

As long as it is an injury that requires surgery, even if it is a broken arm suture to remove cancer cells, it can be completed independently and perfectly, and the price you need to pay is only some ordinary medical professional bandages and antibiotics.

Even if it wasn't weapons and defenses, it would be enough for Badman to spy on the abundance of supplies in the supply box.

As for the guy named Nanxing who was in front of him, he also opened a level 7 material box, and Badman had long been worried about it, but unfortunately he never found any trace of that guy.

And this time the dropbox suddenly appeared, Badman suspected that it was the handiwork of the player named Nanxing.

His purpose is self-evident.

What Bardman really wanted to do was to be a fisherman after him.

"Boss Badman, someone has left the farm."

"Well, keep an eye on the forest."

"Yes!"

……

Night was approaching, and the forest was silent, and a large number of zombies roared and roamed among them.

Hidden in the trees, Nanxing didn't know that someone had discovered her plan, and she didn't have time to worry about it right now.

Because of the early ambush, Nanxing was harassed by some small creatures.

What is the most important thing in the forest besides plants?

Bugger.

The kind of bug that is soft, disgusting, and bursts when you pinch it.

Nanxing was lying in the bushes wearing auspicious clothes, with the living heads of several black cloth zombies hanging on his body, perfectly blending in with the bushes.

At this moment, the sixth mollusk worm passed in front of her eyes.

She doesn't know how many mosquitoes have been bitten on her body, the itching is unbearable, and there are many small insects on her body.

Nanxing brought a night vision goggle, and Barrett in his hand aimed at the drop box that fell to the ground, like a large torpedo shell, and silently recited the meditation trick in his heart.

If you have to endure hardship, you will become a superior person.

Nanxing has always lived by this belief.

Today is God's biggest test of her current life, as long as she endures her.

Here it comes.

Nanxing's eyes instantly became sharp, but she didn't do it now, but continued to lurk in the bushes.

It's all about patience.

The people are gradually approaching the drop box, 40 meters, 30 meters, 20 meters、......

"Pss

A bullet passed through the man's head, and he collapsed.

It's not Nanxing's hand.

Little by little, Nanxing increased the monitoring range of the surveillance eye, and soon discovered that there was a person hiding in a tree sixty meters away from her.

The airdrop doesn't exist for long, only 1 hour in total, and it will explode when the countdown is over.

So, those people can't wait long.

She hid quietly in the bushes, waiting for the perfect moment.

Just in case, Nanxing also turned on the armor, and the sniper rifle can reach a distance of about two thousand meters.

The place where she hides is not foolproof, in case someone finds her whereabouts, a headshot......

Nanxing looked at everything that was happening in front of him, and there was chaos.

As the saying goes, when the moon is dark and the wind is high, when killing people and setting fires, under the cover of night, even the players in the original group begin to hack each other.

It's just that he covered his face with a cloth, and he thought he could hide everything.

One player after another fell, and at least seven or eight corpses were dumped before the drop box alone.

Everything that happened made people dare not step forward again, and the surroundings of the drop box instantly became extremely quiet.

Time passed little by little, and players knew that after an hour, the airdrop would explode.

It's impossible for them to give up such a fragrant dumpling, just in case, what if there are any props in the airdrop box that will make them turn over?

Is life important, or is airdrop important?

"Bang-"

With only fifteen minutes left in the countdown, the heavy iron door of the drop box opened automatically.

The light from the huge drop box allowed them to see everything inside, and the supply box, which was firmly locked in chains, beckoned to them.

Finally someone moved again.

They moved towards the drop box with their heavy shields, and the bullets clanged into the shields, leaving craters of varying shades.

It was really touched into the drop box by this group.

The shield blocked the doorway, and the group began to pick the lock, the sound unusually loud in the night.

Suddenly, a large number of zombies appeared within a hundred meters of the drop box, surrounding the players.

They have a keen sense of smell and are agile in their movements.

Whether it's a drop box, behind a tree or in the grass, or elsewhere, they'll be able to find a trail.

(End of chapter)