There's something wrong with me

Crunch, crunch...

That night, the convoy tried to avoid the corpses and drove away from the small station.

"I always felt that Chief Zhang was a little strange, but I didn't expect him to be this strange? This is simply inhuman, comparable to a Sun Beast..."

"What Sun Beast? Cripple Lord is obviously more powerful than a Sun Beast!"

"Yeah! I was closest to Brother Zhang just now, that small car, I swear! It weighed more than a ton, and he just threw it out!"

"Almost a hundred people... not enough for Brother Zhang to kill alone..."

At this moment, many people in the vehicles belonging to the doomsday bandits were talking about Zhang Feng.

Similarly, everyone in the small station traveled together, and no one stayed behind.

They all wanted to follow this obviously strange 'superhuman'!

"They have so many supplies..." In several pickup trucks, several women were counting the supplies of the doomsday bandits.

These supplies included not only meat and water, but also coarse grains and many walkie-talkies.

However, most of these walkie-talkies were picked up from the hands of the corpses.

Hiss—

A girl was carefully wiping the blood stains on one, and then giving it to the combat personnel to use.

"They actually have so many spare batteries? How many people did they rob?" Material master Sun, was in a cargo truck, surprised and happy to examine the twenty-six Z1 batteries.

Each battery was about the size of a computer case.

They were piled up in half a carriage.

Master Sun was stroking them one by one as if caressing them.

Because Z1 batteries are always the most scarce goods in the wasteland, and also the most valuable 'super supplies'.

With them, the living standards of the small station could be raised by several levels!

The simplest thing is that they don't have to squeeze a dozen people into an air-conditioned room.

But now that the convoy has already set off, they can't squeeze in even if they want to.

And before departure, everyone also dismantled several vehicles, and removed the most important sunshade cloths and batteries.

Because the number of people in the small station was not large, and with two people per vehicle for shift changes.

They could only drive away eighteen vehicles at most.

Taking away the batteries and cloths for backup was the best way to handle it.

As for the vehicles, if they break down on the road, there are car wrecks everywhere in the wasteland that can be used for repairs.

As long as there are sunshade cloths and batteries, everything else is not a problem.

"Cigarettes!"

At this moment, someone in the car discovered some homemade cigarettes, and was even more delighted.

But he had quit smoking for many years, and seeing these, he was just excited out of novelty.

He really didn't dare to smoke them, lest the bandits put something in them.

But no matter what, he felt that the harvest was great and abundant.

At this time, such a great harvest, and the gratitude of being rescued.

Made him and the others in each car, look towards the last jeep from time to time.

Zhang Feng was sitting in this car.

Only at this moment.

Zhang Feng was not looking at anyone, but at dozens of maps.

This stack of maps belonged to the leading burly man.

It contained not only provincial maps, but also city maps, and some highway maps.

And on these maps, there were also markings for 'small bases', 'small organizations', 'water sources', 'Sun Beast nests', etc.

The places they had passed were all marked.

This was completely a 'simplified version of the wasteland power distribution map'.

And on the map belonging to the small station, the small station was marked as 'water source' and 'small base', 'population about thirty-five, plunderable', 'city area safe, can be stationed for rest'.

Zhang Feng looked at it for a while, and found that the markings they recorded were basically like this.

It was completely a cycle of robbing, resting and training, and then continuing to rob, repeating the cycle.

And on a provincial map, there was the 'Hope Subway Station' that they had marked.

The marking above was 'ultra-large' and 'do not contact'.

'Dodge the powerful people, pinch the soft persimmons, no problem.' Zhang Feng looked at it for a few times, and then simply took the map of Hope Subway Station, and then slightly pieced it together according to the order of southeast, northwest.

Then the route was almost out.

Marked by map scale.

The straight-line distance was about 600 kilometers, which was about 200 kilometers more than the thousand miles said by the leader.

But if you follow the route marked by the leader, this detour will not be a thousand miles, but 1500 kilometers or more.

Zhang Feng looked at it, and felt that it was better to detour according to their markings.

At least the roads they had traveled had proven to be passable.

Other places, in case they were bombed by missiles, the broken walls and ruins, or which bridge was blown up, if you encounter them, you will inevitably have to turn back.

"Brother Zhang..."

At this time, the convoy stopped for a while.

The girl wiping the walkie-talkie ran to Zhang Feng's door and handed the walkie-talkie to Zhang Feng.

"Um, thank you." Zhang Feng nodded to the somewhat restrained girl, and waited for a while, when the confirmation of connection from everyone came continuously from the walkie-talkie.

Zhang Feng said: "Go get water first."

...

Late at night.

The convoy first came to the lake to prepare water before the final departure.

Although there were already more than a dozen barrels on the car, water supplies were never too much.

After that.

They ran for more than fifty kilometers and came to the outskirts of the big city.

The first problem came.

Many roads here had been damaged and broken, and with the uncleaned car and building wreckage, the convoy slowed down for safety.

Driving at night, safety first.

And it was also the first step for everyone to step out of this city, it's always right to be careful.

...

Unconsciously, three days later.

The convoy had only run about nine hundred miles.

The journey through the urban wasteland was not as fast as charging on the highway.

On the contrary, now the highway was blocked, full of the crazy traces of war and car accidents.

This madness spread to many main roads, and the range of radiation was very far.

Zhang Feng's convoy mostly took small roads.

But on these small roads with obviously less traffic, you could occasionally see the deep bomb craters of the past.

This made detours a common occurrence for the convoy.

During this period, Zhang Feng also knew that although the roads on the map could be traveled, they were not marked in such detail for each route.

The bandits were more focused on marking the addresses of small bases, and where was the best way to go to these small bases.

However, Zhang Feng didn't want to communicate with so many bases, in case there were any contradictions that would delay time.

So detour if you can, otherwise, talking to them for half a month wouldn't stop.

How could it be possible to run nine hundred miles in three days?

These nine hundred miles had more than a dozen small bases.

And on the fifth day of the convoy's departure.

Afternoon.

The convoy came to an area under a large bridge for a temporary rest.

People running in the car, even if they take turns to drive, are still quite tired.

So every other day, they come down to rest.

"I'm exhausted, I'm exhausted..."

After the bearded man came out of the car, even though it was hot outside, not as good as the air conditioning in the car, he still lay down under the shadow of the bridge in a large font, and then stretched his limbs vigorously.

Whoosh—

Most of the others were like this.

Completely without image, and not minding the dirt, lying on the ground, and then rolling around to 'massage' their waists.

And with the sun temperature of this ghostly weather outside, they also felt that the cold air blown by the air conditioner on their bodies had dissipated a lot.

Because the cars of these doomsday bandits were really good, the sunshade cloths were more advanced, although 'heat gathering' was still there, the 'heating' effect was not so strong.

The temperature inside the car was generally around 20 degrees Celsius.

"Come and help!"

At the same time, several men and women were also surrounding a large pot, cooking a cleaned Sun Beast.

It was similar to an ordinary deer, but it was a circle larger.

This was caught by Zhang Feng on the road, and the energy contained in it was enough for the convoy to eat for five days.

"There is salt in the car."

Zhang Feng also came down from the car at this time, having just woken up.

These days, Zhang Feng woke up at night and watched the convoy.

Because at night, Sun Beasts came out more often.

During the day, the visibility was high, and whether it was beasts or people, the convoy could detect and warn in advance.

Zhang Feng also slept during the relatively safe daytime.

Unconsciously, it was reversed.

"Brother Zhang!"

"Boss!"

Everyone greeted Zhang Feng when they saw him coming down.

Zhang Feng nodded slightly, and then looked at the text.

Just now, when his physique reached 126, several lines of text suddenly appeared.

...

[You have reached a physique of 126, the flaw in the entry of the Magical Potato has been compensated]

[You have successfully sprouted]

[Sprouted: Growth-type entry]

[Effect 1: Your resistance to ultraviolet rays is additionally increased to 70%, and temperature resistance is increased by 30%]

[Effect 2: Within each day, as long as you accumulate more than three hours of sunbathing, your physique will +0.05]

'I sprouted?'

Zhang Feng was stunned in his heart, and then looked at the mechanical watch on his wrist.

Through the mirror reflection.

Zhang Feng saw that there was no change in his appearance, but his body's perception of the outside world seemed to be not so hot anymore.

This was a good thing, at least it wasn't so uncomfortable.

Furthermore, 0.05 a day, and there are 9 months, 13 points of physique, it is also an extra joy.

Then, it's time to find time to 'sunbathe'.

Thinking.

Zhang Feng walked out of the shadows in the somewhat surprised eyes of everyone, and stood completely in the sun.

Enjoying the fierce sunlight.

According to the original, there was a strange burning sensation.

Because the normal temperature was 60 degrees Celsius, in fact, under direct sunlight, it might be even higher.

Normal people could not bear it, and would quickly develop symptoms such as heatstroke, and then heatstroke, fainting, dehydration, burns and death.

Even if Zhang Feng's physique had exceeded the standard, able to resist most of the ultraviolet rays and temperature, it was still quite uncomfortable.

And at this moment.

Zhang Feng not only did not feel uncomfortable, but felt a little warm, and a little comfortable heat.

This 'small heat' was like taking a hot bath with a suitable temperature.

However, as the group was cooking, they all stopped when they saw Zhang Feng basking in the sun so leisurely.

“Is Limp Grandpa crazy?”

‘I told you he’s not human…’

‘Damn… unbelievable… unbelievable…’

They were full of surprise, but after thinking about it carefully, since Brother Zhang could lift a car, it didn't seem wrong for him to bask in the super sun now?

Superhuman basking in the super sun, it seemed quite reasonable?

…

In the evening, after dinner, they rested for a while.

The group embarked on their journey again.

This time, they followed a dirt road outside the town.

Although there were some cars on the road, they had been cleared away by someone and parked on the roadside.

But as they walked, when night fell and the convoy reached a fork in the road, it was blocked by several trucks.

Zhang Feng, in the middle of the convoy, opened the window and glanced outside.

“Brother Zhang, there are cars ahead…”

The crackling radio in his hand also relayed the report from the personnel in the front vehicles.

“Okay, be vigilant.”

Zhang Feng felt that something was wrong, like bandits blocking the road, so he said this while getting out of the car.

At the same time, ahead.

Swish—

The headlights of several large trucks suddenly turned on, and then more than thirty people armed with knives and sticks quickly got out of the trucks and stood on both sides of the road.

Under the illumination of the headlights, the intersection of the road and the outside of the road had some starlight reflections.

There were many iron nails and sharp iron sheets placed there, as well as decorated earthen pit traps.

If the convoy blindly crashed into them on both sides, it was likely that the cars would overturn and people would die.

Moreover, the front was blocked by large trucks, so the only way for the convoy to retreat now was to go back.

However, less than half a minute had passed.

Whoosh whoosh—

The sound of off-road vehicles came from all around, and ten cars were approaching quickly.

As soon as Zhang Feng saw it, he knew he had encountered 'doomsday-style car bandits'.

The same routine, focusing on one trick to make a living.

‘Why are these things everywhere?’

Zhang Feng was speechless, then picked up a brick from the ground and walked towards the front.

“Where are you people from? What do you have on the cars?”

The other party, dozens of people, looked like they were going to extort money as soon as they came up, even omitting the usual reasons.

If it were normal car bandits, they would at least say, ‘Boss, lend us some money to spend’ or ‘You ran over my dog’.

Anyway, there was always a reason to ask for money.

But these people were spreading out as they spoke.

Their eyes were more focused on the tarpaulin and batteries, which were high-value items.

Zhang Feng walked over, waving his hand to prevent the others from getting out of the car, and looked at the dozens of people on the other side.

“We… forget it, our destination is clear, and time is tight. I don't think we have anything to talk about.”

“What do you mean?” The car bandits outside the road didn't quite understand.

The other car bandits around blocked the back of the convoy with their cars and walked towards the convoy.

“What destination?” The leader of the car bandits saw Zhang Feng dared to talk nonsense so arrogantly with a brick in his hand, and immediately drew a dagger from his waist, preparing to let Zhang Feng see blood.

But the next second.

Whoosh—

A brick flew past quickly, and in the blink of an eye, his head exploded along with the brick, splattering the faces of several people next to him.

“What’s going on?”

“Does this convoy have guns?”

“I… I didn’t hear any gunshots?”

The others were stunned by this scene, and then they saw a blurred black shadow flash.

Zhang Feng jumped in front of them in one step, slapped out with both palms, and with a muffled cracking sound, the chests of the two leading men collapsed, and they knocked away several people behind them.

“Help!”

“He’s a monster!”

In just a few seconds, accompanied by a few screams, more than a dozen people had died.

Under the illumination of the headlights, Zhang Feng held two car bandits, imitating the moves of killing doomsday robbers.

Simple, violent, and effective.

“Run…”

The surrounding car bandits ran away directly when they saw such a bloody scene.

Faced with this obviously strange human, what robbery was this? It was good enough to save their lives now.

But with a few swishes, the people in the convoy set up crossbows, and the people who had just turned around to run were shot with arrows in their bodies and fell to the ground.

…

“Count the supplies and continue on the road.”

A few minutes later.

All the car bandits were killed.

Zhang Feng changed his clothes while looking at the trucks that had been moved away with fire.

To be honest, if there were no problems with the roads in this wasteland, Zhang Feng would have wanted to drive these beautiful heavy trucks.

Even if it was very power-consuming, there were many batteries.

Now that a wave of car bandits had come, there were even more, but the roads were not suitable.

…

The convoy continued to drive.

And when they rested the next day, Master Sun also helped Zhang Feng modify a 'convertible' off-road vehicle.

Specifically, Zhang Feng removed the roof of the car, and then put the tarpaulin and batteries in the back.

In the front, there was a two-seater.

Zhang Feng drove alone, enjoying the sun while driving.

When he slept during the day, he temporarily fastened the roof and let others drive instead.

In this way, he basked in the sun while increasing his physique, and at the same time headed towards his destination.

Zhang Feng was very happy.

But after another day.

Zhang Feng was unhappy.

Because when he woke up in the afternoon, the weather was very gloomy.

It was going to rain.

It was a pity that his calf had healed, otherwise it could have had the effect of a weather forecast.

“Beard, come, drive.”

Zhang Feng was not in a good mood, so he didn't want to drive.

He called Beard over with the walkie-talkie.

After putting the roof back on, the big bearded man took over.

Zhang Feng comfortably nestled in the passenger seat, looking at the cloudy sky outside the window, this feeling was comfortable.

Whoosh whoosh—

Not long after Beard took over.

Strong winds also swept in from all around, stirring up the sky with yellow sand.

Visibility was infinitely reduced.

Crack crack crack…

Zhang Feng picked up the walkie-talkie and heard that the signal was also a bit interrupted.

“Make adjustments first.”

Zhang Feng repeated a few words, first telling the convoy to stop.

And opened the car door and went down, walking steadily in the wind, knocking on their glass to tell them to stop.

When the crowd saw Brother Zhang was so fierce in the wind, their sense of security exploded directly.

Rumble—

Before long, bean-sized raindrops also fell down, which could be regarded as suppressing the yellow sand, and the crowd could set off again.

“With this, the water source is sufficient.”

In the car.

Zhang Feng looked at the gloomy rainy day while opening a little window gap.

Whoosh—

Strong cold wind accompanied by bean-sized raindrops flung into the car.

The temperature was now only about 2 degrees Celsius.

It was cool.

“Gah gah gah…” The big bearded man was blown by this cold wind and shivered, his teeth chattering, “Limp… close the window a little, the genius is about to freeze to death…”

“Definitely can’t freeze the genius to death.” Zhang Feng smiled and closed the car window, and said to the walkie-talkie: “I’ll take the lead here, you follow behind.

In case there are people in the factory ahead, or there are sun beasts sheltering from the rain.

If you don't know the situation and drive straight in, it will be really funny.”