Doomsday Sequence Caravan: I Have a Mechanical Heart

"There's an oil drum on the truck," Cheng Jun pointed and said with a smile. "I'll fill up the other trucks with gas, and then I'll have enough for one oil drum."

"Then get one for me," Su Mu nodded. "But I need to make things clear to you beforehand."

"The color of the car body is definitely different."

"And it can only repair the exterior."

"Okay." Cheng Jun chuckled. "As long as it doesn't let in any drafts."

"Wait a moment, I'll go get an oil drum."

As he spoke, he looked at the middle-aged man driving the RV and said, "Old Han, get ten chicken drumsticks for Su Mu."

"Give him two more buckets of instant noodles."

"Okay," the middle-aged man, Lao Han, replied.

A moment later, he got out of the car, carrying a plastic bag that he handed to Su Mu. Inside were the things Cheng Jun had mentioned. An Xin looked at Su Mu, "I'll cook you a pack of instant noodles."

"Cook both of them, and you can have one too." Su Mu took out the two packs of instant noodles, and then put two chicken legs on top of them. "And these chicken legs, one for each of us."

"You must have had a hard drive."

"Okay." An Xin didn't stand on ceremony and took the instant noodles to the RV in Yuyao.

A few minutes later, Cheng Jun returned carrying an empty bucket, smiling as he asked, "This should be enough, right?"

"That's enough." Su Mu took it and placed it next to the deformed part of the car body. He put his hand on it, and a flash of blue light appeared. The empty barrel began to shrink and deform rapidly, and then surged towards the car body.

The deformed areas of the car body quickly bulged up and returned to their original shape.

The repair was completed in just over ten seconds. However, a large red patch appeared on Cheng Jun's RV, looking like a huge knife scar.

Although it is ferocious, it also has a unique wildness.

"This looks pretty good." Cheng Jun took a few steps back, looked it over, and laughed, "From now on, my RV will be called Iron-Blooded RV!!"

"That's tough enough!" Su Mu said, feeling somewhat ashamed.

"Oh, right." Cheng Jun then turned his gaze to the Gatling gun. "You promised me you'd let me play with it for two days."

"Here you go." Su Mu gestured for them to take it, and said casually, "But there are only so many bullets."

"..." Cheng Jun was frustrated. "That won't do. I haven't even fired a few dozen bullets yet, and they're all gone."

He then gave a slightly ingratiating smile, "Give me some more, please."

"I don't need many, two thousand rounds will do."

"Two thousand shots!!" Su Mu rolled his eyes at him. "Are you trying to kill me with exhaustion?"

"A maximum of two hundred rounds!"

"Two hundred it is." Although Cheng Jun still thought it wasn't enough, he was happy to have some fun. He chuckled and said, "I'll give it to you once I find the steel."

"Okay," Su Mu replied. He could tell that Cheng Jun was a weapons fanatic.

Just then, An Xin walked over carrying two bowls of cooked instant noodles. Cheng Jun glanced at An Xin, then looked at Su Mu, and joked, "Then we won't disturb you two while you eat."

"Alas, I'm all alone, forced to eat bread!"

"You can ask Ling Hao to cook it for you." Su Mu laughed and took one from An Xin's hand.

An Xin couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'm looking for him." Cheng Jun quickly shook his head. "It's good enough that he doesn't want me to cook for him!"

After saying that, he jumped into the RV.

Su Mu and An Xin returned to his SUV. While eating instant noodles, An Xin thought of something, "After we finish eating, they should start distributing supplies."

"This matter still needs Ling Hao to handle." Su Mu nodded and sighed, "He's got a sharp mind."

"If it were Cheng Jun, he would definitely shrug and say, 'I won't do it.'"

"Cheng Jun is a very easygoing person," An Xin said with a smile. "This kind of delicate work is really not suitable for him. In the past, Ling Hao and I were the ones who managed the distribution of supplies."

"Then you'll handle this with Ling Hao this time too." Su Mu glanced at her, "That way Yu Yao can feel more at ease."

"Mm." An Xin nodded gently.

"By the way," Su Mu took a bite of noodles, then asked, remembering something, "How are Nie Xiaoying's supplies calculated?"

"She's already with Ling Hao," An Xin explained. "She'll get half the supplies, since her prophetic abilities are indispensable."

"However, the supplies handed over by other ordinary people are still divided equally among the five of us."

"That's fine then," Su Mu replied.

After the two finished their meal, they chatted in the car for a while when they heard Cheng Jun's loud voice outside, "Su Mu, An Xin, come and warm yourself by the fire."

"How come I never realized this guy had such a loud voice before?" Su Mu pushed open the car door and couldn't help but exclaim.

"That's mainly because you weren't familiar with him before," An Xin explained with a smile. "Now that you are, he naturally won't be so polite to you anymore."

Su Mu hummed in agreement. "To be honest, I quite like Cheng Jun's personality."

"It's truly remarkable to remain so carefree in this day and age."

"Yes." An Xin nodded slightly and sighed.

They arrived at the campfire, but before An Xin could even sit down, Yu Yao pulled her over, saying, "You're so focused on Su Mu that you've almost forgotten about me."

"I was just offering to drive for him," An Xin said with a smile, quickly explaining.

"Hmph." Yu Yao snorted lightly, "That had to be the case."

Su Mu sat down next to Cheng Jun, watching the leaping flames, like dancing sprites in the night, freely releasing the brilliance of life, shining on their faces, and swaying with the dust of time.

"What are you looking at?" Cheng Jun asked, handing over a piece of untouched grass.

Su Mu took it, put it in his mouth, and said, "To warm myself by the fire!"

"If I asked Ling Hao that question," Cheng Jun leaned closer and whispered, "what do you think he would say?"

"How so?" Su Mu glanced at Cheng Jun.

"He will say it." Cheng Jun coughed twice, mimicking Ling Hao's tone, "I'm thinking, when will we be able to tear through the darkness like this flame and usher in a ray of hope!"

"It's quite poetic." Su Mu smiled in surprise.

"Right?" Cheng Jun chuckled. "Sometimes that guy talks in a very formal, literary way."

"Anyway, I can't say."

"If you ask me, I'll say the same thing as you: two words, 'Warm yourself by the fire!'"

"When did I become so literary?" Ling Hao walked over and sat down, holding a small notebook in his hand. He rolled his eyes at Cheng Jun. "I was just expressing my feelings."

"Alright, now let's start distributing the supplies."

"Let me make this clear first, since Xiaoying is with me, I'll get half a share more."

"You all have no objections, right?"

"No," Su Mu and the others replied.

Ling Hao held up the small notebook. "I've already categorized and recorded the quantity of everything."

"There are 215 bottles of water in total..."

As he read it aloud, he gestured to the people behind him, who then began placing the items in front of Su Mu and his companions.

Soon, the food, drinks, and even the necessities and clothes were all sorted out.

"Finally, there are a few small, useless items," Ling Hao said, picking up a box. "See who wants them."

Su Mu looked over and saw that the box contained an old-fashioned mechanical watch, a solar-powered night light, and a model sailboat that was a car ornament.

He subconsciously activated his resource sensing and quickly noticed something unusual, a look of shock flashing in his eyes!