“Huh?”

Mo Jiawei frowned and said, “I heard from Fourth Uncle two days ago that District 5 has been very chaotic recently and a big war might break out. Since two weeks ago, we have started to withdraw our investment in District 5.”

“Then I have to go and take a look.”

Fang Heng felt that District 5 would be a breakthrough point.

…..

District 5 was the most chaotic in the Zombie Apocalypse.

The death rate of players there was high.

At first, there were a few anti-federation forces in District 5.

Later, as the Federation’s control over District 5 gradually decreased, many criminals on the Federation’s wanted list were transferred into District 5 through various means.

District 5 once became a haven for criminals.

Later, various anti-federation forces gradually infiltrated District 5 and joined forces to resist the Federation.

This had always been a headache for the Federation.

The Federation had also spent a great deal of effort to carry out several purges against District 5.

Each time, the Federation paid a great price, but the final result was not ideal.

As time passed, anti-federal organization forces of all sizes were deeply rooted in District 5.

As dusk approached, a spatial crack appeared in the forest area of District 5.

Through the spatial crack, Fang Heng appeared in the wilderness.

He quickly scanned his surroundings.

It was his first time in District 5 and he was unfamiliar with the place.

“It’s going to be dark soon. I need to find a shelter to settle down.”

Fang Heng muttered to himself.

After sunset, the apocalypse merchant camp would not open.

Fang Heng turned on his personal survival radio.

Soon, he found a large-scale Federation-built shelter nearby.

He was lucky!

In the chaotic District 5, there were quite a few Federation shelters!

For ordinary players, they could get a free night’s accommodation and a small amount of food there.

However, in order to stay for a long time and enter the safer Federation shelter, the player had to go through a series of real-name authentication offline.

Fang Heng planned to go to the Federation to rest for a day tonight and ask for some information related to District 5.

Following the game coordinates, Fang Heng followed a small path and soon arrived at a Federation shelter at the foot of the mountain.

Under the guidance of two Federation soldiers, Fang Heng went through a simple registration at the front desk. He received an identity number card and was led by a Federation soldier into an affiliated building outside the shelter.

This large-scale Federation shelter had a history of several decades and had undergone at least twenty transformations.

It was built at the foot of the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, there was a large-scale mine controlled by the Federation.

Apart from the shelter, the Federation had also built several subsidiary buildings on the periphery of the shelter, two of which were the temporary refugee area and a warehouse for the players who sought refuge.

In order to ensure the safety of the shelter, a player like Fang Heng who only had basic information registered could only temporarily stay in the temporary refugee area outside the shelter.

Fang Heng looked at the Federation shelter in the distance and nodded in his heart.

The overall defense of the Federation shelter was much stronger than that of District 8 and District 7.

There were hundreds of automatic turrets visible to the naked eye.

Fang Heng felt that even with his own zombie team, it would be difficult to break through the shelter in a short time.

However, it would be different if it dragged on for a long time.

His own zombie clones could resurrect indefinitely, so it was likely that he could torture the shelter to death.

Soon, the Federation soldier led Fang Heng into a small hut with many people in it.

“Alright, you can stay here tonight.”

The Federation soldier threw a can of food to Fang Heng.

“This is the food you were given today. You can only get free food once a day. Eat it sparingly. You won’t starve to death.”

“Also, the inner area of the shelter is not open to you at the moment. Don’t go near it.”

“There is a sleeping pod in the shelter. After entering the sleeping pod, you can be guaranteed to log in once a month and not be affected by satiety. The current fee for the sleeping pod is 50 Federation coins a month. If there is a need, you need to go through the identity verification process offline in advance.”

“Do I make myself clear?”

Fang Heng nodded, indicating that he understood.

The sleeping pod of the Federation was the game method chosen by the vast majority of ordinary players.

After entering the sleeping pod, the player only needed to log in once a month and would not be affected by satiety.

The prerequisite was that the player needed to satisfy the game’s designated log-in time and had enough Federation coins to rent the sleeping pod.

“Any other questions?”

“Wait a moment, is there an apocalypse merchant camp nearby?”

“What are you going to do there?”

The Federation soldier looked at Fang Heng in surprise. Without waiting for his reply, he shook his head and said, “Forget it, it’s not important. Go along Road No. 102 on the right, you’ll see it soon.”

“Thank you.”

After watching the Federation soldier leave, Fang Heng turned around and looked at the overall layout of the temporary shelter hut.

The hut was allocated for multiple people to live in. There were a few simple beds in the corners, and a few players were sitting around and whispering to each other.

When the players saw Fang Heng, they looked at him at the same time.

“Another new face is here.”

A tall and thin young man waved at Fang Heng as a greeting.

His eyes were somewhat scrutinizing.

“New. I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

Fang Heng spread his hands and walked towards the circle of players and sat with them. He said very casually, “I don’t have any money. I was chased out by other shelters. I came here to try my luck with the Federation.”

“Tch, don’t even think about it. The people of the Federation won’t give us civilians a way out.”

“Those hypocrites who talk about freedom and equality, but they won’t even give us shelter…”

Fang Heng had been in the Federation’s ‘refugee area’ when he was at his most down and out. He knew these people very well.

In reality, they were all poor or unemployed people. They couldn’t afford to spend 50 Federation coins a month to rent a sleeping pod.

Some of them were black account holders with criminal records, or because of some special reasons, they didn’t pass the Federation’s real name certification test and couldn’t enter the shelter to live.

The few of them chatted all over the place, venting their dissatisfaction with the Federation.

Fang Heng joined in and cursed a few times, becoming familiar with this group of people.

“Right, have you heard of meteorites?”

After getting familiar with them, Fang Heng tried to sniff out the topics related to meteorites.

“Meteorites? What are those? Rare ores?”

“You should be talking about the Meteorite Technology Group. Aren’t they all dead?”

Without any surprise, these people were all dumbfounded when they heard about meteorites and gave some invalid information.

Fang Heng was not disappointed.

He had expected this.

Fang Heng planned to rest here for the night.

One night was enough for all the zombie clones to resurrect, and then create a batch of proliferators.

After all, District 5 was an old district that had been open for decades, and there were even players above Level 10 in it.

The danger level was much higher than in District 7 and District 8.

One might encounter a person along the way who could pull out a shotgun and shoot him.

With the zombie team, he would have an extra layer of protection. The next day, he would head to the apocalypse merchant camp to look for the Dark Knights and find out about the first-generation meteorite from them.