Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game



The deputy supervisor thought to himself, "What is this?"

He quickly stood in front of the SUV and continued to apologize with a smile, "Please calm down. Director Midwell will be here soon to discuss the matter of the beam weapons and ammunition."

Lu Yanlong was furious when he mentioned the high-energy beam weapon.

"Energy weapons and ammunition? Didn't you say that you didn't know anything just now? Why? Now he remembered? Get lost! Don't block the way!"

Lu Yanlong was about to step on the accelerator when an off-road vehicle sped over not far away. It passed by the many guards at the door and stopped in front of Lu Yanlong and his group.

Midwell hurriedly got out of the car and looked at Lu Yanlong's team who was about to leave. He said in a deep voice, "You can't leave yet. The compressed magicite cannons haven't been repaired. According to our agreement, you can only leave after the repairs are complete."

Lu Yanlong was stunned.

They weren't fixed?

He turned around and looked at the company's mechanical supervisor in the back seat.

The mechanical supervisor shook his head repeatedly.

"Impossible, we've tested it."

After the maintenance team's repairs, the compressed magicite cannons might have been lacking in efficiency, but they were definitely usable.

"Get out of the car. You'll see it soon."

In less than five minutes, the truck returned to the outpost area with the heavily damaged magicite cannons.

When the mechanics of Starfish Company saw the heavily damaged compressed magicite cannons behind the truck, their expressions turned grave.

It had been less than twenty minutes since the convoy left.

What had they experienced during this period?

How did they end up like this?

Lu Yanlong suddenly understood something and stole a glance at Fang Heng.

That's right!

Mr. Fang!

He must have found a way to destroy the magicite cannons.

He was simply a genius!

Lu Yanlong immediately felt that his hatred had been vented.

Looking at Midwell, he looked even more like a clown.

No wonder he rushed over to stop them from leaving. It turned out that the magicite cannons were broken again.

And now, he was asking them to fix it?

As if it was only natural?

Did he really think that everyone else was a fool?

Lu Yanlong did not hide the cold smile on his face as he spoke, "Midwell, I'm afraid this is not a result of our repairs, right?"

Midwell pointed at the damaged magicite cannons on the truck with a dark face and said, "Is there a need to argue about this? If I say it's not fixed, then it's not fixed. Now, go and fix it immediately!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Director. We just received news from the higher-ups of the company that our cooperation with your company has been terminated. We don't need the compensation anymore."

"Stop!"

Midwell stared at Lu Yanlong with a sinister expression. He didn't expect the people from Starfish Company to be so tough.

In the Western District Federation, the major companies were under the mercy of the twelve corporations and they would often admit defeat when they suffered losses in cooperation. The major companies knew the tricks of the Obsidian Company and would not cooperate with them at all.

It was to the extent that Midwell had gotten used to bullying his other partners over the years.

It also led to Obsidian Company being as unreasonable as ever.

"Starfish Company, don't you want to do business in the Federation in the future?"

"It's not that I don't want to, but I'm afraid your Obsidian Company alone won't be able to affect the entire Federation."

Lu Yanlong taunted and waved his hand to signal for his mechanic team to leave.

Midwell's face twitched a little. Seeing that Starfish Company had made up their mind to leave, he was silent for a while and said, "There are only 30 boxes of energy ammo for beam weapons in Outpost No. 6. As long as the compressed magicite cannons are repaired, you can take them all away."

Only 30 boxes?

Lu Yanlong frowned.

Fang Heng, who was sitting in the driver's seat, nudged Lu Yanlong gently. He continued, "We agreed on 100 boxes of ammunition. The second repair will consume more originals, so we need 200 boxes."

"Are you negotiating with me?"

Midwell stared at Fang Heng, his eyes filled with anger and killing intent. He felt like a tiger had fallen to the ground. There was actually someone who was talking about conditions with them!

Fang Heng was silent. He did not nod, shake his head, or speak.

Midwell gritted his teeth and looked at Lu Yanlong, "Who is he? Can he represent your company?"

"He's a high-level mechanic and one of the partners of our company. Of course, he can represent our company."

Midwell gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "I don't have that much energy weapons and ammunition on hand, only 30 boxes. I'll find a way to give you the remaining 170 boxes tomorrow. Immediately!"

Fang Heng continued, "We have to bring back the 30 boxes of ammunition first."

Midwell nodded to a soldier beside him, indicating that he would take them down to collect the supplies.

"Is it okay now? I want you to repair the cannons immediately!"

Fang Heng nodded.

Lu Yanlong finally got out of the SUV and called the mechanics of Starfish Company to resume the maintenance work.

Fang Heng also walked to the damaged compressed magicite cannons and observed their damaged state. He nodded in his heart.

There was a saying: The work of the Black Castle was done beautifully!

He then walked to the side of Midwell and said, "It's too late. Judging from the damage of the magicite cannons, there's absolutely no chance to repair them in half an hour."

Veins bulged on Midwell's neck as he roared, "I don't want to hear excuses! You must do it! We have to send the compressed magicite cannons back within an hour! If anything goes wrong, your entire Starfish Company won't be able to take responsibility!"

Lu Yanlong shrugged his shoulders when he saw Midwell's useless rage. He was secretly happy.

"The magicite cannon has been damaged to this extent. No matter who you call over, they won't be able to repair it in half an hour. However, there's a way."

Midwell suppressed his anger and asked, "What is it?"

"The compressed magicite cannons consume a lot of energy and have a long cooldown period. In the beginning, the Federation didn't need compressed magicite cannons to defend against the mutated forms at night. We can first complete a portion of the magicite cannon's external restoration, at least to make it look intact."

Midwell frowned and asked, "And then? What will happen if they need to use them?"

"I will follow the repairmen into the federal camp. As long as we finish repairing the magicite cannons before the Federation officially uses them, no one will be able to tell."

Midwell frowned.

He knew that time was tight. There was no way to solve this problem. The plan proposed by the other party seemed to be the only solution at the moment.

Fang Heng's expression was calm as he said, "Hurry up and make a decision. If you agree, we'll do it. It'll take fifteen minutes to restore the exterior. Otherwise, no negotiation. You can find someone else. We can't complete this mission."

Tsk!

At this time, he still had to find someone else?

Who could he find?

Midwell knew very well that this was his last chance. He immediately nodded and said, "Alright!"