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Lao Qin started the vehicle, backed up and left.

After the group of people drove off the road, at a place two kilometers away from the road, the third uncle suddenly said: "Stop."

Lao Qin stepped on the brakes, looked at his third uncle and said, "Captain, what are we going to do next? Don't you want to go back and have a look? Although you can't get in, you can still go in and have a look."

The third uncle's eyes were dark and he said, "I just saw someone behind that pile of construction debris."

"I didn't see it, but it doesn't matter if there are people." Lao Qin said without any worry.

Just relying on yourself and the captain, fully armed, there should be no problem in going over there and taking a look.

The third uncle frowned and said: "Forget it, there is no need. Anyway, we have seen that even if there is steel, we can't transport it. Let's go to Guangshi and have a look."

It's not that I'm afraid that there will be some conflicts there if there are people over there. It's mainly because there's no need to go in and check.

When Lao Qin heard that his third uncle had made his decision, he started the vehicle again and drove towards Guangshi.

After they left, on a small building a few hundred meters away, the shabby curtains opened, revealing a young man.

He looked at the retreating convoy with confusion in his eyes, and whispered in his mouth: "Where are they going? They don't look like they are passing by."

Orange Island Head.

After Gan Hu, Yao Zuo and others escaped from the Puhua Building, they rested in an open space for half an hour before recovering.

"Check the food. How much do you have?" Gan Hu stood up from the ground and said with a worried look.

"I still have five days' supply."

"I just ran too fast and dropped my backpack."

The thin man who ran down first opened his backpack, checked it and said, "I still have enough for a week."

Hearing everyone report the food in their backpacks, Gan Hu's expression became even worse.

The food for these people can only sustain them for four days on average.

"No, we have to leave quickly. Let's go!" Gan Hu urged everyone to get up and go to the Western Alliance.

Yao Zuo hurriedly advised: "Brother Hu, it's too difficult to walk back on our own two legs. Let's go look for our washed away car, or find a car on the road."

Just relying on them to walk back would take us until the year of the monkey.

After all, it would take hundreds or even thousands of kilometers to get back to the Western Conference from here.

Gan Hu heard this and felt that what Yao Zuo said made sense.

So he said to everyone: "Okay, let's go find our car parked downstairs in Puhua Building."

Everyone stood up and walked together to the building they just came down from.

They held the spear weapons in their hands tightly and looked at both sides of the road warily.

The ground was sticky and full of silt.

Soon, they returned to the building they had just escaped from.

However, the vehicles originally parked downstairs have disappeared.

"It looks like they were all washed away by the flood." Yao Zuo said gloomily, his face a little unsightly.

"But let's go down there and take a look. Even if the car is soaked in water and can't start, there is still gas."

Gan Hu heard what Yao Zuo said and felt that what Yao Zuo said was very practical, so he led everyone to go downstream where the flood came.

After walking a few hundred meters, they saw an overturned car at the entrance of an underground parking garage. This car was one of the vehicles they drove over.

"Go and take a look." Gan Hu directed a person next to him.

The man carried his bag and walked to the car.

The car looked like it was about to fall apart, with only one tire left, and the originally black body looked gray and covered in mud.

Snapped--

He violently opened the car door and saw the chaos inside the car. He checked the engine and found that it was completely scrapped.

There was a big hole in the fuel tank, and there wasn't a drop of gasoline in it.

He shook his head at the people behind him with some disappointment.

Gan Hu was a little disappointed when he saw him shaking his head, and led everyone to continue searching.

They successively found the two cars they brought, but both were completely scrapped, and the engine fuel tanks inside were completely damaged, and there was no gasoline left.

After walking forward for more than half an hour, I finally found another car that had been washed down.

The car was rushed onto a step. The butt of the car was covered with scratches, and the door seemed to have been dented as if something had hit it hard.

Seeing the car's behavior, Gan Hu didn't have much hope.

Yao Zuo ran over and carefully checked the condition of the car.

But what still disappointed him was that the car couldn't be driven and was scrapped.

But when he saw the fuel tank of this car, he became excited instantly.

It's full inside.

"Come on, this car still has gas!" Yao Zuo shouted excitedly.

Gan Hu and others ran over, holding in their hands the bottles and cans they picked up along the way. These were all used to store gasoline in case they found gasoline later.

Gan Hu quickly handed him a large water bottle in his hand.

Yao Zuo slowly opened the fuel tank and put it outside.

ZiLiuLi——

Gasoline slowly flows from the fuel tank into the large water bottle.

"Quick, get ready. This fuel tank is full. Bring all the containers." Yao Zuo knelt down and shouted to everyone.

He didn't want to waste a drop of oil on the ground.

Five minutes later, they looked at the eight or nine large and small containers on the ground and fell into silence.

"Brother Hu, I'm looking at this oil and it doesn't feel right. It doesn't smell like gasoline at all, and it seems too thin." One person muttered.

Gan Hu looked at it carefully and said: "This gasoline is mixed with water, but it is normal. After all, it has been soaked in water for so long, so the seal is tight enough, otherwise the gasoline inside will be thinner. It would be good to have it."

Yao Zuo nodded, recovering from the excitement of discovering that there was gasoline in the car.

Although it is a full tank of fuel, most of it is water. If you really want to count, it is estimated that there is less than one-half of the gasoline in it.

"Forget it, let's search again and see if we can find some." Gan Hu said.

Then, they spent another hour searching the area.

The cars they brought over were all filled with gasoline, and they also left the gasoline for the return trip in oil barrels and put them on the cars, but not a single oil barrel was seen.

Finally, after two hours of searching, they found one that just rolled down into a narrow gap.

After some inspection, I found that the oil drum was very well sealed and the gasoline inside had not been penetrated by water.

After discovering this barrel of oil, everyone was obviously much happier.

They knew very well that they could not make it back to the Western Conference by walking alone, and they only had a few days' worth of food left on them.

If they didn't replenish food, they would probably starve to death on the way.

They searched until noon, but no longer found the vehicle they had brought, no gasoline, and no car that could still start.

They have been soaked in floods for nearly a month, and have been left in the apocalypse for two years. The cars here are basically undriveable.

So they stopped searching and left Chengzizhoutou on foot.

Gan Hu was walking at the front, carrying a black backpack and holding a cold weapon in his hand.

Walking side by side with him was Yao Zuo, who was holding a map and checking the direction.

After a major flood came, the surrounding building environment changed drastically, making it impossible for them to rely on memory to find their way back.

"This way." Yao Zuo said, pointing to the right.

Gan Hu nodded slightly and took the lead to walk over there.

After walking for two hours, they finally walked out of the city center.

Looking at the bumpy national highway, the foxtail grass on it is more than 20 centimeters high.

Gan Hu sat down on the ground and gasped, "Sit for a while, huh."

The two people behind them were even more out of breath. They took turns using the trolley they had just found to push the barrel of gasoline, but they collapsed from exhaustion.

Everyone took a rest here and ate some food.

Looking at the flooded city in front of me, I feel sad.

In this once towering city, skyscrapers have become symbols of ruin.

Their outer walls peeled off, leaving only the remaining steel and concrete skeletons, like an abandoned giant.
To be continued...