A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 249 Reputation

When I opened my eyes, it was still daytime.

The sun is high overhead, signifying midday, just like in the Temurian.

The little parrot groggily lifted her head from her hood. The mana stored in her circuit in the abyss couldn't be restored, but after a nap, she felt much better and wasn't really affected by the abyss.

The roadside was still shrouded in thick gray fog, but the road ahead was much wider, with a thick layer of asphalt on the flat three lanes—this was a highway.

The car moved forward slowly, barely faster than a person running. The fuel gauge on the dashboard had hit the bottom. Amamiya Nene realized that she and her coat were hanging on the back of the seat, and the driver's seat was empty.

She panicked for a moment and flew out of the half-open car window to let in some fresh air. She saw a panting figure pushing the car from behind.

Quinn was shirtless, sweat dripping down his skin. When he saw the parrot fly out, he merely raised his head and continued pushing the cart in a hushed voice.

"What are you doing?"

She looked at Quinn's still-healing gunshot wound in his chest, her voice pausing slightly. Although the broken bridge of his nose, snapped by the giant, had been snapped back in place, the excessive force used while pushing the cart had caused the wounds around his eyes and ears to reopen, leaving gruesome bloodstains.

“No more gas.”

Quinn's voice was dry and hard: "There are still 1,200 kilometers left, we can't make it."

It's a miracle that the vehicle was pushed here without any supplies and was seriously injured.

"The service area is four kilometers ahead."

"Can you refuel?"

"Hopefully."

Quinn had already driven past a service area.

The gas station at the service area connected to the highway was not covered by the smog, but unfortunately, there wasn't a single drop of fuel in the nozzle. It was just a gas station in name only. Even if you opened the oil storage tank, there were only empty oil tanks and empty fire compartments.

There was nothing in the supermarket, and even less in the parking lot; there wasn't even a drop of water in the toilets.

If the next service area is the same.
Quinn took a deep breath and gritted his teeth as he pushed the cart.

This car is the only hope of getting back to the college before Sunday. It needs a full tank of gas.

"How long have I been asleep? All morning?" Amamiya Nene looked at the bright, sunny sky.

"We've driven almost halfway through the whole day."

Actually, you don't need him to say it; just looking at his tired face, you can tell how long it's been since he's had a rest.

Amamiya Nene was exhausted, just as he was when he directly resisted the mental pollution of lust, not to mention the serious injuries he had sustained.

The little parrot didn't say anything more, but flew behind Quinn and tried to flap its wings to follow him, providing him with a little bit of cool breeze.

As the sun passed overhead, Quinn, who had been pushing the jeep for who knows how long, felt his hands loosen. His muscles, which had been as tense as stone, suddenly relaxed, and the jeep slid down the slope leading to the service area. The words "Welcome to Ningzhou Service Area" were right in front of him.

Relieved, Quinn swayed and almost fell over, startling the parrot, who tried to grab him with its claws. Quinn waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, as both of them were too tired to talk.

He rushed to the Jeep in a few steps, turned the car upside down to avoid hitting the fence, and then slowly turned it around and pushed it into the gas station.

But once he relaxed, he was already too exhausted to run anymore, and the gas pump he was holding onto was his last straw.

The diesel nozzle was inserted into the Jeep. Quinn looked at the gas pump that wouldn't start, took a deep breath, and like a gambler about to starve who had just scratched off his last lottery ticket, his arm trembled slightly as he removed the safety device connecting the fuel line to the fuel tank and then pressed the nozzle handle.

A faint, yet suffocating hissing sound of air being drawn in came from inside the muzzle of the gun, and then there was no more sound.

"How is it?" Amamiya Nene asked nervously.

Quinn didn't answer, but instead kicked the refueling machine away in desperation.

The force of the impact knocked him to the ground, but even an exhausted superhuman still possessed unimaginable brute strength. The gas pump, taller than a person, collapsed like scrap metal, revealing the underground oil storage tank connected to four oil pipes.

Actually, you don't need to look at it at all.

The smell of oil was very strong; if there was oil underneath, it wouldn't fool the assassin's nose. From the moment he entered the gas station, his heart had already turned cold. Glancing at the empty oil storage tank, Amamiya Nene landed beside Quinn and softly said to his lifeless face, "Let's find something to eat and get some sleep. I'm very strong; I might last another ten days or two weeks. Let's walk back slowly."

Quinn slowly closed his eyes and lay motionless on the ground, sprawled out like a corpse.

The little parrot raised one wing and fanned him.

".sorry."

Her voice trembled slightly: "I shouldn't have dragged you down into the abyss to find Dad. I'm sorry."

Quinn did not answer.

He lay there motionless for ten minutes, then suddenly got up, picked up the little parrot, took his clothes and katana from the car, and without looking at the jeep again, strode towards the highway exit.

His movements became faster and faster until he started jogging, as if he had fully recovered his energy and strength.

But judging from his slightly unsteady gait, taking a ten-minute nap didn't help much at all.

"What are you going to do?" Amamiya Nene was bewildered.

"Run back." Quinn spoke sparingly, every ounce of his strength now precious.

The system is still usable in the Abyss.

If you really can't make it in time, use future hints to save her.

"you"

Immediately, Amamiya Nene's sobbing voice turned angry: "Go and rest! Your wound is bleeding! You'll die if you keep running!"

"We are friends."

Quinn didn't even have the energy to speak abstractly, otherwise he would have at least rambled on about top-secret abyss evacuations for his teammates.

The little parrot stared blankly at him.

In the end, she took off alone, circled the service area once, and returned disappointed.

"I wanted to find another car, but I couldn't find one."

Quinn grinned. As soon as he entered the service area, he could see the end of it at a glance. It was exactly the same as the previous service area. The supermarket windows were so empty that even a mouse would shake its head.

"Do you think we can find a car up ahead?"

Quinn tucked her back into his hood, using the brim to shield her from the sun so she wouldn't get sunburned. They were both in similar physical condition.

"I can't even find a car at the service area, let alone on the highway. Who would be so kind as to park on the highway...?"

Quinn's voice suddenly stopped, and he stood at the service area exit as if he had seen a ghost.

Amamiya Nene keenly noticed his shock and, thinking something was wrong, peeked out from under her hat, only to be pleasantly surprised to find a car parked right in the middle of the highway at the service area exit!

It was parked like it was in its own living room, as if afraid they wouldn't notice that one car was blocking three lanes. The parrot green color scheme made Amamiya Nene's eyes widen; it was the same color as the car her father had left her!

However, this is a large SUV, and it's a range-extended hybrid, capable of traveling 1,300 kilometers on a full tank of gas and a full charge!
She said almost impatiently, "Xiao Ai, start the Xiaomi SU7, why isn't it responding?"

Quinn stood there for a long time before looking at the car logo and saying weakly, "You have to call Lixiang."

Sure enough, as soon as the words were changed, Amamiya Nene's voiceprint immediately unlocked the car door. Looking at the Hermes orange leather sofa and the automatically turned-on air conditioning, Quinn sincerely remarked, "Your dad supports domestic products, user-oriented products, and products with a good reputation."

Sitting inside the car, looking at the fully charged, intelligent dashboard, this was a product of the modern automotive industry, something that wouldn't appear for another twenty-four years. The range was enough for Quinn to floor the gas and drive all the way to Jianghai, and then back!
"Dad prepared this for us?" Amamiya Nene asked in a trembling voice.

"I think so."

Quinn looked at the Chinese message on the smart screen with a complicated expression.

There's Coke in the fridge—a friendly message from Spider-Man.

(End of this chapter)