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."

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"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...]

Although the success rate was low, the experience points and talent points of basic sealing techniques were rising continuously under the accumulation of tens of thousands of times.

With the increase in skill level and talent points, the zombie clone's sealing success rate gradually increased from 0.6% to 0.9%. The efficiency was once again increased, forming a positive cycle.

The feeling of accelerating and becoming stronger was simply exhilarating!

"Why? Is there something urgent?"

Lucia moved her gaze away from the zombies and looked at Fang Heng. She nodded and said, "Fang Heng, the next target point marked by Tang Bai is ready. We can set off at any time to look for Hila's tissue sample."

"Okay, get ready. We'll set off in half an hour."

Previously, they had obtained two tissue samples of Hila in District 7. After completing the transformation of the two new fusion Tyrant forms, Fang Heng immediately had them stab each other to death and wait for the rebirth in District 8.

After half a day, together with the two newly born proliferators, Fang Heng now had four fusion Tyrant forms as his combat strength in District 8.

The four of them were enough to complete the mission of finding Hila's tissue sample.

"Fang Heng," Mo Jiawei shook his head, no longer thinking about these zombies. He then said to Fang Heng, "The people from the Federation have come. They brought all the materials here, saying that they want to talk to you face to face."

"Eh? The person who came isn't Chen Yu?"

"No?" Fang Heng glanced at the time. "Let's go and take a look!"

...

"Mr. Fang Heng, I'm Xin Mengchao. I'm here on behalf of the Federation of District 8 to deliver the goods to you. Our first batch of goods has already been delivered to the prison."

"You're quite fast. Where's Chen Yu?"

"We've encountered some trouble. Captain Chen is currently dealing with it urgently. In order not to waste any time, my superiors have assigned me to carry out the next step of the handover with you."

Fang Heng's heart skipped a beat. He had a premonition that something bad had happened.

The Federation!

They had made their move!

Fang Heng remained expressionless and continued to laugh. "Is that so? Is Chen Yu alright?"

"It's not a big problem. Perhaps he'll be a little busy during this period of time."

"Send my regards to him. How's the box at the previous coordinates? Have you found it?"

"En, we're still in the process of searching. We were wondering if you could provide us with more locations so that we can deploy earlier. What do you think?"

"Oh, I see... you guys have to hurry up." Fang Heng sneered in his heart. He said calmly, "I'll provide you with two more coordinates. We'll complete this stage of the mission before Night Owl."

"Alright, alright. We'll do it as soon as possible." Xin Mengchao glanced at Mo Jiawei who was beside Fang Heng, he suggested, "Fang Heng, why don't we stay here for this period of time? If there's any news from the Federation, we can immediately communicate with them. What do you think?"

"That's great! That would be my wish! I'll get someone to bring you to your room to rest."

"Thank you."

After watching the NPC leave with Xin Mengchao, Fang Heng turned his head to look at Tang Bai.

"He's lying. Hila's tissue at the target point has already been moved."

As Tang Bai spoke, he pointed at a point on the map. "It's currently at this place."

"F*ck, I knew those b*stards from the Federation couldn't be trusted!"

Mo Jiawei exploded upon hearing that. He slammed the table angrily and cursed, "Fang Heng, what do we do now? Are we going to fall out with them?"

"There's no need to be in such a hurry to fall out with them. give them two more remote coordinates and let them continue to help us find the samples."

Fang Heng spread his hands.

Those idiots from the Federation still thought that they could compete with him for the ownership of the main storyline mission?

Originally, most of the locations of the remaining 11 Hila's cell tissues were in remote areas. There wasn't even a teleportation array nearby. The difficulty level of collecting them wasn't that high, however, it would take a lot of time.

Fang Heng had originally planned to hand them over to the people of the Federation to search for them so that everyone could work together.

Now, since the Federation was rather greedy and wanted to snatch the Hila's tissue samples, he would satisfy them and let them collect more. When the time came, he would capture them all and snatch them from their hands!

If it wasn't for the special reward for completing the 3S-level hidden endings, Fang Heng would have directly handed over the mission to the Federation of District 8 to complete it.

"Ah? Giving them coordinates? What if, what if they..."

Mo Jiawei couldn't come up with a reason even after a long time.

"What if what?"

That's right!

After giving it some thought, Mo Jiawei suddenly understood.

So what if the Federation obtained a portion of the Hila's tissue sample?

Would they be able to create two fusion Tyrant forms?

Fang Heng's contribution points were already far ahead of the rest of the players.

After the Federation obtained Hila's tissue sample, it would take them ten days to half a month to figure out what the sample was.

In reality, the Federation's sneaky actions posed no threat to them at all!