Chapter 11

"Since you're so good with computers, can you use this electronic device to hack into the mainframe and allocate us some top-tier tech weapons?" Wang Fusheng glanced at the electronic device on his wrist, his eyes lighting up as he looked at the fat man.

"Are you out of your mind? How is that even possible? You want me to use this outdated computer to hack into the game's mainframe? Do you know that the game's mainframe is actually on par with the central AI that governs the entire federation? Even in reality, with the most advanced computer configuration, the chances of success are less than one in a million. Save your breath. If I could hack it, I wouldn't be wasting time here ambushing helicopters."

The fat man rolled his eyes and said, after a few hours of interaction, he seemed to have forgotten the fear of Wang Fusheng being a mutant. Wang Fusheng also seemed to have forgotten the fat man's notorious past, which could land him in jail for life. The two of them acted as if nothing had happened, and there was even a hint of friendship between them.

"Just curious, just saying." Wang Fusheng shrugged indifferently. As for the existence the fat man was hinting at, others might not know, but Wang Fusheng did. Precisely because Wang Fusheng knew, he became curious about the fat man's identity. He wondered how someone like the fat man, who had committed so many bizarre crimes, could still play the game so calmly and seem to live a free and comfortable life.

Time passed bit by bit. The fat man continuously checked the simulated database to ensure there would be no mistakes when deceiving the transport. Wang Fusheng made some subtle disguises to the cover, confident that he could fool the pilot's eyes as long as there was no infrared thermal imaging radar on the transport.

After finishing everything, Wang Fusheng excitedly pulled out a sniper rifle from under a piece of cloth. Yes, a sniper rifle. After killing the zombie king, Wang Fusheng not only earned 500 points but also obtained some other precious materials and a Level 2 energy stone. He didn't know the specific uses of these items yet, but he put them away. However, Wang Fusheng was somewhat dissatisfied that the sniper rifle only had 10 rounds, and pistol bullets couldn't be used in it.

79 Sniper Rifle (F-Class 3 Stars): Effective range 1000 meters, magazine capacity 10 rounds, semi-automatic sniper rifle, attack power 600.

After getting the sniper rifle, Wang Fusheng couldn't resist trying it out. The strong zombie that took three headshots from a pistol was taken down with just one shot from the sniper rifle. With a good angle, it could even take out two targets at once, which was incredibly impressive.

"Scavenger, if it's really a manned aircraft, are you sure you can bring it down?" The fat man, fiddling with the computer, looked at Wang Fusheng uncertainly.

"It depends. If it's flying at an altitude of over 1000 meters, the chances are slim. But if the pilot notices someone on the ground and tries to attack us, I can definitely hit the fuel tank. But that's the worst-case scenario; let's hope it doesn't happen." Wang Fusheng set up the sniper rifle at a pre-selected position, his excited expression instantly turning calm, like a predator preparing to pounce.

"Here it comes, be careful." Twenty minutes later, Wang Fusheng heard the faint sound of the engine. He called out to the fat man, one eye closed and the other peering through the scope, quickly locking onto the position of the approaching transport.

Rattling... The fat man's plump fingers tapped on the outdated keyboard, sending electromagnetic signals through the signal tower, covering almost half of the ruins. The transport appeared in their field of vision, heading towards Li Feng's location to drop supplies. The fat man glanced at the transport, his hands leaving a trail on the keyboard as commands jumped across the screen.

Slowly, the transport entered the signal tower's range, and Wang Fusheng's finger touched the trigger, ready to shoot the fuel tank if anything went wrong. The transport, after entering the signal range, suddenly jolted, as if receiving an unexpected command. It started circling above Wang Fusheng, gradually descending with each loop.

"It worked, it's a drone. I can deceive it for ten minutes. It will land in three minutes, giving you about five minutes to steal. I'll open the cargo door, take as much as you can. It must take off again in ten minutes. Find some fuel drums and don't forget to steal some diesel." The fat man loudly reminded Wang Fusheng.

Not long after Wang Fusheng killed the zombie king, the fat man revealed some of his secrets, and they formed an initial partnership. They assembled a jeep but discovered they had no diesel, forcing them to return to the plan of hijacking the transport.

"Got it." Hearing the fat man's words, Wang Fusheng was delighted and ran to a relatively intact road, where the transport would land. Along the way, he picked up a few plastic buckets and some rubber hoses from the ruins.

Squeak... Less than a minute after Wang Fusheng stood by the road, the transport landed, the tires screeching against the ground. As soon as the transport slowed down, Wang Fusheng rushed forward, as the cargo door was already open.

However, Wang Fusheng didn't enter the transport immediately. He first found the fuel tank, opened it, and when the transport stopped, he inserted the rubber hose into the tank, sucked it with his mouth, and then inserted it into the plastic bucket, allowing the diesel to flow into the bucket. He then rushed into the cargo hold.

The cargo hold of the transport was not much different from other old transport planes. There was an intelligent air-drop device that could accurately drop the required supplies. Wang Fusheng didn't touch anything near the air-drop door but went to the other cargo. Soon, he frowned.

"How's it going?" At this moment, the fat man, his body wobbling, climbed up, excitedly asking. In reality, hijacking a transport would be a capital offense, but in the game "Fate," there were fewer concerns. Although he had done other big things in reality, hijacking a transport was his first time, and he was quite excited.

"This adventure is a bit disappointing. Besides some diesel, the cargo is mostly water and food. No players are exchanging weapons or equipment yet, so this is a big loss." Wang Fusheng pointed at the cargo, somewhat speechless.

"No conventional weapons? Damn, this is a big loss." Hearing Wang Fusheng's words, the fat man also realized and couldn't help but curse. He ran to the cockpit, saying, "I'll create a fake message to erase this landing and encrypt the black box. You take anything useful and move it out. The plane will take off in six minutes, hurry."

"Got it." Wang Fusheng nodded, his eyes scanning the cargo like a hawk, looking for what he needed and throwing it out of the cargo door. The fat man, in the cockpit, began to hack and deceive the drone's system.

Three minutes later, the fat man, who was locking the plane's black box, suddenly shouted excitedly to Wang Fusheng, "Scavenger, go to the tail of the plane, there's something good. Hurry."

"Got it." Wang Fusheng was momentarily stunned but didn't hesitate, rushing to the tail of the plane. As he arrived, the tail of the plane slowly opened, and two missile launchers slowly extended, with two TJ-5423 missiles, long obsolete, lying on the launchers.

"Quick, I used a maintenance command to deceive the plane's AI to safely detach these two missiles for inspection. Once they are detached, quickly move them aside. I'll handle the other deception systems." The fat man ran to the cargo door, shouting to Wang Fusheng, and then rushed back into the cockpit to finish his work.

The tail of the plane, with the launchers extended, gently placed the two missiles on the ground. Wang Fusheng, seeing the missiles, had a predatory look in his eyes. He didn't hesitate and, as the plane automatically detached the missiles, kicked them to the side to avoid obstructing the plane's movement.

Wang Fusheng then ran to the fuel tank, replacing the plastic bucket. After three more minutes, the fat man, drenched in sweat, jumped out of the plane. The cargo door began to close, and the launchers at the tail retracted. Wang Fusheng quickly closed the fuel tank and ran to the side with the diesel-filled bucket.

"Done. This transport has to drop supplies at ten more locations and will return to the base in about six hours. The game's mainframe didn't expect the transport to be hijacked, so it didn't have any defenses. I made some changes to our death records. We'll drive away and go to a war ruin I've selected, leaving no trace. The encryption of the black box should last three days, giving us three days to wrap things up."

"How did you change the death records?" Wang Fusheng looked at the fat man in surprise. The fact that the fat man could deceive an AI on par with the central AI was shocking, like a missile directly aimed at him and already hitting.

"Before the transport had the incident, we were already killed by zombies and randomly resurrected in other war ruins. I used the drone's system to steal a map of nearby war ruins and transmitted it to the computer. I selected two nearby war ruins, and we'll decide which one to go to. But we must reach the selected war ruin within three days, or it will be exposed." The fat man's face showed rare seriousness.

"That shouldn't be a problem. The jeep is already assembled. As long as the selected war ruin isn't too far, we should be able to reach it within three days." At this moment, the plane was reversing to the landing point, preparing to take off using the road. Wang Fusheng and the fat man quickly gathered the items Wang Fusheng had thrown out to avoid affecting the plane's takeoff.

"Not far, one is 50 kilometers away, the other is 70 kilometers away. But according to the data I saw, the road isn't peaceful. I've transmitted the data to the computer; you can check it later." The fat man, out of breath, took a big drink from a water bottle. The two of them stood on either side of the road, watching the transport slide past and fly into the sky, both sighing in relief and quickly gathering the items from the hijack.

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