Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game [401-600]

Chapter 493: Farm

"Sir, Fang Heng, he..."

"There's no need to say anymore." The corners of Han Jiong's mouth revealed a look of disdain, "We've already obtained the unknown sample and triggered the main storyline mission. Even if Fang Heng completely breaks away from us and refuses to tell us the follow-up main storyline, we've already entered the trap."

"Chen Yu, don't be naive. Fang Heng also obtained a large number of materials from us. This is a collaboration, he won't lose out."

Han Jiong's tone softened, "I don't want to fall out with Fang Heng either. Fang Heng is not our enemy, but the Night Owl organization is. You and Fang Heng are old friends. Go and persuade him. Communicate with him calmly and let him tell us the remaining unknown sample locations. In exchange, we are willing to pay a higher price."

Chen Yu clenched his fists tightly, closed his eyes and shook his head. "I refuse."

"It seems that you made a wrong choice." Han Jiong took a deep breath and said, "From now on, Chen Yu will be quarantined."

"Go back and think about it. Without you, we still have someone to communicate with Fang Heng."

...

Two hours later.

Lucia and Mo Jiawei arrived at the door of the newly-built basement workshop.

"Fang Heng is inside?"

"I think so..."

Mo Jiawei decided to give it a try.

After all, he had just received the news that the prison had been expanded. He saw that several new workshops had been built in the prison shelter.

He searched for half a circle but didn't find Fang Heng. He thought that Fang Heng should be in these two newly-built rooms.

Lucia knocked on the door of the basement workshop.

"Fang Heng, are you there? It's me, Lucia. We're ready to go."

"Okay, please come in."

Lucia pushed the door open and entered.

Seeing the scene in the room, Lucia stood at the door and was momentarily stunned.

She felt as if she had entered a super-sized factory.

The zombies lined up in orderly rows in a room as big as a football field, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

In front of each zombie, there was a small bowl, a small wooden cup and a stack of paper.

Strangely, the zombies were drawing something on the paper and then sticking the paper to the wooden cup.

What were they doing?

"I will..."

Following Lucia into the room, Mo Jiawei was also stunned. He couldn't help but spit out two words.

Mass production of seals?

He couldn't understand what Fang Heng was doing.

What was the meaning of mass production?

"You're here."

Fang Heng had just finished arranging 90% of the production line. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurried over from the back of the hall.

The assembly line greatly increased the efficiency of sealing skills and talents.

The game hint in the lower right corner of Fang Heng's retina was still refreshing.

[Hint: Your zombie clone has failed to seal.]

[Hint: Your zombie clone has failed to seal.]

[Hint: Your zombie clone has failed to seal...]