Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game Chapter 1522 - 1522 The Worst Plan

Chapter 1522 - 1522 The Worst Plan

1522 The Worst Plan
On a speeding car, Fang Heng panted heavily.
Their luck was pretty good. Perhaps because they feared the aura of the death realm, Shan Fucai and the others did not catch up.
Seated in the car backseat, Yu Jiayuan was like a zombie, muttering to herself.
“It’s over. It’s all over…”
It was hopeless.
Even her last hope was destroyed.
Was she only left with the option of becoming a Fallen One?
“Hey, Yu Jiayuan.”
While Fang Heng piloted the car, he glanced at Yu Jiayuan in the backseat through the rearview mirror.
Hearing someone calling her name, Yu Jiayuan raised her head, her eyes filled with confusion.
It was as if she had lost her soul.
If Fang Heng hadn’t dragged her away earlier, Yu Jiayuan wouldn’t have bothered.
She wouldn’t have bothered if she was caught.
To collect the items needed for the Imp Summoning Ritual, Yu Jiayuan spent a lot of time and money. It was impossible to gather all the items required for the summoning ritual again in a short time!
All her efforts were wasted at the last moment!
How hateful!
Yu Jiayuan sighed deeply.
Such was fate.
There was no other way.
She could only accept it.
“It’s over, Fang Heng. It’s all over.”
Fang Heng pursed his lips and said, “Don’t be so pessimistic. We’ve tried it just now. It seems that your action plan isn’t very good. I’ll be the one leading now. You don’t have any objections, right?”
Yu Jiayuan didn’t understand what Fang Heng meant. She sat in the backseat and stared at Fang Heng for half a second.
Suddenly, she reacted and stared at Fang Heng, raising her voice, “What do you mean?! Are you saying that you have a way to remove the pollution?”
“Indeed.”
Fang Heng nodded, “But I can’t guarantee success. Besides, this method is very dangerous.”
Yu Jiayuan immediately came back to life and hurriedly asked, “What method?”
There was still a way!
Why didn’t he say so earlier?
Fang Heng looked ahead and focused on piloting the car. He asked, “Have you ever heard of an organization called Hope Alliance?”
“Hope Alliance, Hope…”
Yu Jiayuan muttered several times in a low voice. Then, she recalled something. With a puzzled look, she said, “You mean the Holy Court?”
“Yes! Have you heard of it?”
Fang Heng nodded and briefly explained the relevant information about Hope Alliance to her.
Since Yu Jiayuan’s plan had failed, so they could only start from the Holy Court.
Fang Heng had always been 100% wary of Saintess Viona.
He only decided to try Viona’s method after Yu Jiayuan’s action plan failed.
Moreover, Fang Heng already had a plan.
Didn’t they say that the Hope Alliance had the ability to eliminate pollution?
For safety reasons, he would let Yu Jiayuan try it out first.
“Good!”
Yu Jiayuan agreed without hesitation after hearing Fang Heng’s explanation.
Wasn’t it just asking her to be a guinea pig?
She had nothing left to lose.
She would go all out!
If things went well, she would benefit from it! If things went wrong, then she would just pay with her life!
…
The next day.
The sky gradually brightened.
Fang Heng looked out the window.
A few rays of dawn shone through the city shrouded in dark clouds.
After driving for half a night, they had already entered the slums 20 kilometers away from the District Ado Tutelan.
The car drove on the muddy path for nearly half an hour before stopping.
There was only a muddy path ahead, and vehicles could no longer pass through.
“We’re here.”
Yu Jiayuan had coincidentally bought a special item called the Dawn Stone in the slums before. Hence, she had some impression of the Hope Alliance.
“The Hope Alliance’s stronghold is deep in the slums. I went there once, and it was very ordinary there.”
Fang Heng got out of the car and looked at the low houses connected not far away. He nodded.
“Okay, lead the way. Let’s go.”
They continued along the muddy path and entered the dirty and smelly slums.
There were not only refugees in the slums but also some idle people from all walks of life.
Noticing Fang Heng and Yu Jiayuan, many people cast their gazes on them.
Halfway, Yu Jiayuan explained the situation to Fang Heng in a low voice.
“The Hope Alliance was established deep in the slums. This is their operational stronghold. Most of the people in the slums are from Ordot. That place has been plagued by war all year round, and many people have escaped from there. The government has no time to manage them, and they don’t have any identification documents. Over time, they established the slums here.”
“Hmm? The government allowed them to build slums here?”
“There’s no need for the government’s permission. There are disputes over the sovereignty of this place. There are often conflicts between our country and our neighboring country. Once the conflicts intensify, this area will become the first battlefield. Both sides have tacitly agreed to use this area as a buffer zone. Any military action on this area by either party will cause a stress reaction from the other party.”
Yu Jiayuan said in a low voice, “Other than that, this is also the main passage for smuggling. We can buy some black market goods here.”
After passing through the bustling open-air market and making many turns, Fang Heng and Yu Jiayuan arrived at a church deep in the slums.
A half-abandoned church.
The outer walls of the church had been damaged by the flames of war. One of the walls had even collapsed.
Through the outer wall, Fang Heng saw that there were still many people praying in the church.
Outside the church, two boys saw Fang Heng and Yu Jiayuan walking over, and they handed them hand-drawn flyers.
“Even in the darkness of despair, we can still find traces of light.”
Yu Jiayuan glanced at the words on the flyer and handed it over to Fang Heng.
It seemed that the Holy Court was not doing too well there. It could only barely spread its teachings in the slums.
Fang Heng shrugged, put away the flyers, and walked into the church with Yu Jiayuan.
Immediately, two believers came forward.
“Today’s morning prayer time has already begun. You will have to stop here.”
“We’re here to look for Gan Honghua. Please tell Mr. Gan that Viona asked me to look for him.”
One of the believers nodded and pointed at the old man hosting the prayer ritual in front of the hall. He nodded and said, “Bishop Gan is presiding over the morning prayer. I will pass on the message immediately after the prayer ritual ends.”
Fang Heng and Yu Jiayuan looked at each other, then sat on the chairs at the side, quietly waiting for the prayer ritual to end.
Ten minutes later, the people who participated in the daily prayer left. Gan Honghua walked over.
“I’m Gan Honghua. What can I do for you?”
Gan Honghua was an old man with a gentle and kind smile, which made people feel friendly toward him.
Fang Heng stood up and said, “Bishop Gan, Saintess Viona asked me to look for you.”
Gan Honghua waved his hand to signal the believers to leave and said in a low voice, “I’ve already heard about it. Does the Saintess have any instructions?”