Doomsday Sequence Convoy: I can upgrade supplies

Chapter 49 A Conceptual Strike from Chu Sheng!
Seeing her carefree younger brother, Wu Meng decided to go up and ask him, but for safety's sake, she didn't plan to bring Wu Jie with her.

"You stay here, I'll go take a look."

"Huh? Oh." Wu Jie scratched his head again, not thinking much of it.

He had been beaten by Wu Meng since he was a child, and he was used to listening to Wu Meng. Even if the apocalypse came, it would be the same.

Even during the apocalypse, Wu Meng didn't let him come into contact with anything else. In his understanding, everyone in the apocalypse had to work together to find food and supplies.

Having witnessed darkness, yet still retaining a sliver of innocence.

Wu Meng took a deep breath, grabbed a backpack of food from the car, and walked towards Zhou Dun and the other two.

Meanwhile, Chu Sheng and the others had already finished discussing the matter, and Zhou Dun led Li Ling and Li Qian to a relatively open place to set up tents.

Upon seeing Wu Meng approach, Zhou Dun paused, then stood up, frowning, and asked, "Why did you come here?"

"Here, take this." Wu Meng didn't reply, but instead placed the backpack she was carrying on the ground.

“You gave us all the food; without food, you would starve to death.”

"Furthermore, you've only left a tent with your supplies. I don't know what your plans are, but if things continue like this, you'll only die."

Zhou Dun glanced at the backpack on the ground, then at Wu Meng, and after a moment of silence, asked, "What do you want?"

"I'd like to ask, what did you give him?"

Both Wu Meng and Zhou Dun knew that he was referring to Chu Sheng.

Zhou Dun fell silent again, but his movements didn't stop. He walked to where Wu Meng had put her backpack, bent down to pick it up, and said, "Those are extraordinary materials."

"It's something that only drops after a bizarre death. You can use that to ask Chu Sheng to help you make a sacrificial offering."

"You should know what sacrificial offerings are."

The existence of the sacrificial offerings was known to everyone in the convoy, regardless of whether they were ordinary people or not.

The survivors interpreted the sacrificial offerings as extraordinary items that could be used at a certain cost.

"Thank you." Wu Meng stood still, calming herself down, her expression sincere.

Zhou Dun fell silent again.

When the captain told him about this before, he also mentioned that he should spread the news.

But he didn't tell anyone. Now, seeing Wu Meng thanking him so sincerely, Zhou Dun felt a strange sense of crisis.

These past few days, he's only been thinking about how to prepare the sacrificial offerings, and subconsciously or deliberately, he hasn't let the news out.

But he overlooked one thing.

Chu Sheng was willing to fuse sacrificial offerings with ordinary people.

The captain had asked him to spread this news.

Based on his understanding and opinion of Chu Sheng over this period of time, he realized that he might offend both Chu Sheng and the captain, both of whom are sequence ability users.

The captain might not do anything to him, but Chu Sheng might be a different story.

He would probably say something like, "Why are you blocking my path to wealth?" when he kills himself.

Zhou Dun felt a little panicked when he thought of Chu Sheng.

There's a consensus within the team: offending other sequence ability users might offer a way out, but offending Chu Sheng would definitely mean certain death.

Chu Sheng's reputation has already spread far and wide.

After placing the supplies and food inside the truck and locking it, Chu Sheng, who had climbed onto the cot through the hole in the driver's seat, sneezed, wiped his nose, and frowned: "Is someone cursing at me?"

"This shouldn't be happening. I just started changing my public image and people are already criticizing me?"

Rubbing his nose, Chu Sheng took out a box of compressed biscuits and started eating.

It was already dark at this time.

When we stopped here earlier, Hui said that we could only stay for five hours.

Chu Sheng pieced together, upgraded, and organized the supplies. By the time he finished everything, he only had an hour and a half left.

I'm about to start my nighttime drive, and it's dinnertime now. A thought suddenly crossed my mind, and I felt a sudden urge to eat.

Aside from the few days leading up to the apocalypse, Chu Sheng had never felt this panicked about what happened today.

First, they encountered other teams, then made a 'peaceful' deal, and then merged vehicles to upgrade them into offerings.

Before he could even feel happy, he found himself surrounded by something eerie.

Then came the life-or-death escape.

In fact, if it weren't for Hui's desperate attempt to find a way out, they would have been completely wiped out this time.

The kind of place where no one can survive.

Having barely escaped, the pickup truck was completely torn apart again, and the process of reassembling and upgrading it never stopped.

He only had time to relax now, and as soon as he did, he felt hungry, as if he could chase after a cow and devour it whole.

He ate a compressed biscuit bite by bite, and took sips of water from time to time. The only sound in the raging truck was the sound of chewing.

a long time.

Chu Sheng leaned against the bed, looking at the completely enclosed 'room,' and murmured, "Next time we'll have to add a window."

A completely enclosed space is a bit too oppressive.

Most importantly, he was completely blind to the dangers outside.

Fortunately, he made a hole at the top that could be closed, so he could climb directly onto the roof of the car to observe the surroundings.

Just as he was contemplating life, he heard a rustling sound outside, followed by a human voice.

"Get ready, we're leaving in ten minutes!"

The speaker was Hui's driver; Chu Sheng remembered his voice.

Upon hearing the sound, Chu Sheng flipped over and crawled into the hole not far from the bed.

After landing, Chu Sheng sat directly in the driver's seat and turned the key.

The rampaging truck roared like thunder in the pale, blood-red moonlight.

I glanced at the dashboard and saw that the fuel level was low.

After filling the tank with all the remaining gasoline, Chu Sheng got back into the car.

This was his last half tank of gas.

If it's pure gasoline, it can easily run four or five hundred kilometers.

When the pickup truck was upgraded to a truck, the fuel tank was also enlarged. What used to be enough for one fill-up now only fills half a tank.

Although the oil supply was running low, Chu Sheng was not worried. The hybrid electric vehicle consumed no energy under the sun.

Even on cloudy days when the sun is blocked, the truck can still charge slowly. Although it will be a little slower, it will not consume fuel.

Not to mention the remaining battery capacity for an hour of full-speed driving and half a tank of gas.

Even using the most basic calculation, running several thousand kilometers shouldn't be a problem. If all else fails, you can always get some oil from Hui's team.

Ten minutes passed quickly.

The convoy began to move under the moonlight.

Before the two teams met, their team had 220 or 230 people.

When the convoy split up to escape, there were only 160 or 170 people left in their convoy.

Now, their convoy, including those who caught up, has only about eighty people left.

A bizarre encirclement resulted in the deaths of nearly half of them.

Chu Sheng suddenly felt a sense of panic about population growth.

Even so, he is still a human being, and humans are social animals. When a large number of people die, he will also be moved.

(End of this chapter)