Doomsday Highway: I can be infinitely enhanced

"Someone? Are you sure it's someone?" Fang Yuan asked.

Several survivors nodded quickly and said:

"It's a person, it must be a person!"

"He's just a little different from normal people..."

Su Xing also came over, frowning as he asked:

"Different? In what way are they different?"

The survivors chimed in with their own opinions:

"They can't quite explain it...it's like they can't speak!"

"Their skin was very white, like corpses that had been dead for three days."

"They were hiding in the store's storage room, as if they were afraid of the sunlight..."

In the apocalypse, the most frightening thing is anything that is different from the norm, because that is very likely to be the anomaly.

But these survivors have all experienced life-or-death situations and encountered unusual events.

Its unusual aura is so different from that of a human that it's impossible not to recognize it.

But they keep insisting that there must be people in the gas station, which is quite interesting.

Of course, the most crucial point is that all of these people came out alive. If it were truly an anomaly, it would be impossible for them all to survive.

The bus was still refueling, and it would take at least another ten minutes to leave the gas station.

After pondering for a moment, Fang Yuan said:

"Let's go inside and take a look!"

As he spoke, Fang Yuan led several people toward the store, including the timid old man Hu.

Su Xing didn't plan to go, but he knew that he was seen as an extraordinary person by others, and he couldn't afford to falter at this moment, otherwise his prestige in the caravan would be affected.

Holding the rune-inscribed pistol in his arms, Su Xing felt a little more at ease and said to his younger brother:

"Huozi, you wait here, I'll be right back."

Su Xing walked into the gas station again and saw a small door open in the corner, with about ten people gathered around the door of the storage room.

He squeezed forward to get a clear look at the storage room.

The space, only five or six square meters, was a mess. Empty plastic bottles, food packaging bags, and food scraps were scattered all over the floor, and excrement was everywhere, emitting a foul stench in the air.

If you look closely, you can see that those mineral water bottles were bitten open from the middle, not like something a person would drink from, but more like something an animal would tear apart.

Three disheveled, foul-smelling people huddled in a corner of the storage room, their heads bowed low, their eyes filled with terror.

"This...this is indeed a human! But how did it get like this?" Hu Dong closed his eyes, sensed it for a moment, and frowned.

The survivors in the surrounding convoys were also whispering among themselves:

"Is this even human? They're living like animals!"

"They seem to have lost their minds; they hide whenever they see someone..."

Su Xing also observed them carefully. From the worn-out work clothes on the three people, it was not hard to guess that they were originally gas station employees.

It has been about forty days since the apocalypse began, and perhaps the staff at these gas stations have survived thanks to the supplies in the stores.

But what exactly did they go through to live in such a grotesque state, neither human nor ghost?

Could it be that he encountered some kind of anomaly and lost his mind?

"Pale skin...fear of sunlight...loss of humanity...only animal instincts remain..."

Su Xing murmured.

The more he looked at these people, the more familiar they seemed.

Suddenly, Su Xing realized something and was startled.

Fang Yuan and Hu Dong, both extraordinary individuals, also reacted quickly.

"It's homelessness," Captain Hu said in a low voice, his tone indescribably complex.

"Homelessness syndrome? That strange illness that was reported on the radio the other day..."

"Losing memories, losing myself... how could I have fallen to this state?"

The survivors watching were somewhat dazed, muttering to themselves, their eyes filled with a sense of shared sorrow.

The three survivors who hid at the gas station were lucky.

They stayed in a relatively safe area and survived for a long time by relying on supplies from the shops.

But they are also unfortunate.

The apocalypse has already squeezed humanity's living space to almost nothing.

Even without any abnormal events, humans will die from loneliness, from the madness of homelessness.

It's not hard to imagine what will happen after these three finish eating the food in the store.

Perhaps... they cannibalize each other?

"Captain... what about these guys? Should we take them with us?"

The convoy survivor swallowed hard and asked in a low voice.

"No way!" Fang Yuan and Hu Dong refused in unison, their tone resolute.

Seemingly realizing the coldness in his tone, Captain Hu added:

"We don't understand homelessness yet, and it's still unknown whether these people can recover."

"As things stand, these people have lost their humanity! Even if we take them into the convoy, it'll just be like raising livestock, and who knows what serious consequences might result!"

"They don't even know if homelessness is contagious!"

Upon hearing the word "infectious," the survivors around them quickly scattered and retreated, their last trace of pity vanishing.

"That's it, everyone disperse!"

Captain Hu waved his hand, and the survivors looted the store and left.

Su Xing stood at the store entrance, feeling the cold north wind rustling the fallen leaves, even the twilight had a touch of melancholy.

He instinctively reached for the cigarette, but then remembered where he was and could only awkwardly put it away.

"Ugh... this is the end of the world!"

Su Xing sighed.

He wasn't a cold-blooded animal; he had lived in a prosperous era in his previous life. But seeing his fellow human beings in such a miserable state today, he couldn't help but feel pity.

Su Xing rubbed his face vigorously, sweeping away the detrimental emotions from his mind and trying to cheer himself up.

In the distance, the buses were already full of gas, and the drivers of the convoy had taken dozens of fuel cans and started filling them with fuel.

Su Xing glanced around, looking for any other useful supplies.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he spotted a fire extinguisher cabinet in the corner of the gas station.

He pried open the cabinet and took out a fire axe.

This is an all-steel fire axe, about 90cm long, and feels heavy in the hand, probably weighing more than four kilograms.

Su Xing took the axe in his hand and waved it a few times in the air.

"Hmm, surprisingly easy!"

Su Xing smiled with satisfaction and put the axe away.

He has a rune pistol, but he's missing a suitable melee weapon.

The crowbar was too light for him; this fire axe was just right.

Su Xing, carrying a fire axe, returned to the wrecked cars.

He set his sights on a hybrid new energy vehicle.

He picked up an axe and shattered the car's exterior.

It took a lot of effort to expose the engine, fuel tank, and car battery to the air.

"But how do we take this thing off?"

Su Xing circled the car several times, looking somewhat troubled.

Just as he was about to violently dismantle it, Fang Yuan walked over.

"Brother Su, do you need any help?" Fang Yuan asked with a smile.

"Ah! That's great! Thank you, Captain Fang," Su Xing replied.

Fang Yuan didn't move, his smile remaining unchanged.

"Of course, it's not free. Give me two packs of cigarettes, and I'll disassemble the parts for you, guaranteed to be intact."

"I saw it; you found a lot of cigarettes in the store."

Sure enough, I knew this guy wasn't all that kind, Su Xing thought to himself, his voice suddenly rising:

Two packs of cigarettes? Are you kidding me! One pack at most!

"I remember Captain Fang doesn't smoke!"

"Heh, cigarettes are a good thing. Even if you don't smoke them, you can still exchange them for supplies and win people's hearts, right?"

Fang Yuan explained, and after careful consideration, said:

"Forget it, one pack of cigarettes is too much trouble! I want Lotus Flower cigarettes, don't try to fool me with those cheap brands like Hua Zi!"

So Su Xing spent a pack of cigarettes to ask Fang Yuan, the mechanic, to help disassemble the parts.

"Engine, fuel tank, battery... oh yeah, and I want all four tires too!"

Since the money had already been spent, Su Xing naturally didn't hold back and simply started ordering Fang Yuan around.

He then stood aside, wanting to see how Fang Yuan disassembled it.

Fang Yuan didn't seem to have any intention of hiding anything. He stood in front of the car and touched the engine with both hands.

Then, a miraculous scene unfolded.

The engine, which had been welded shut, was easily removed from Fang Yuan's hands like soft clay, without the slightest effort.

Fang Yuan then disassembled each part in turn, his movements were smooth and efficient, and the whole process took no more than three minutes.

Su Xing was stunned; he had originally planned to learn a trick from him.

I'm thinking that I won't need to ask anyone else to disassemble the parts later.

But this is entirely an extraordinary ability, and it makes no sense whatsoever!

"Damn, how am I supposed to learn this?!"