"Leaving town soon..."

Unknowingly, I left the east area of ​​the town.

The team members drive the car, always paying attention to the road conditions, and reminding everyone who is resting or chatting in the back seat to pay attention to dangers that may occur at any time around them.

He also followed his words.

Zhang Feng saw that everyone had a clear division of labor.

Among them, the strong man who was playing sniping leaned out of the sunroof in the middle of the car, and with the help of the 'young man who entertained us in the evening', he set up two machine guns.

"The old rule is, you are in the southeast and I am in the west." The young man approached the left side of the skylight and put his palm on the machine gun.

The strong man spit out the cigarette in his mouth, because under the inertia of the vehicle, the cigarette butt burned to his buttocks spattered sparks on the ground, which were clearly visible under the dark sky.

Zhang Feng's spiritual consciousness scanned the surroundings, and when he realized that there was no danger, he looked at the gray sky.

The weather in this world seems to have become foggy after the heavy rain four years ago.

But looking around, there are car wrecks all over the street, including many high-end vehicles, and we can vaguely see the prosperity of the town in the past.

It was just the beginning of the disaster, the collapse of Daxia, and everything turned into this ghostly appearance.

At present, the most intuitive thing, which can be felt all the time, is the temperature deviation.

It's better during the day, with temperatures above ten degrees.

But at night, the temperature drops sharply to below zero.

Even after the sunlight was blocked, some plants in the survivor base were cultivated with artificial solar lighting. Coupled with the revival of spiritual energy, most people had a bite to eat.

In addition, there are rare "original livestock", such as unmutated chickens, pigs, cattle and sheep, etc., which are also currently precious assets of mankind.

Of course, mutated animals can also be eaten.

But most of them end up in the mouths of evolved people and ability users.

After all, these evolved beasts contain energy, and they must have been robbed by the rich and evolved, causing the price to rise, making it impossible for ordinary people to afford it.

Over time, polarization formed.

The strong have something to eat, can improve their strength all the time, and then become stronger.

For ordinary people who have not evolved, even ordinary hunting is a problem, so the gap between them and the strong is getting wider and wider.

Unless it is a strong man or a financial group who cultivates a person.

Only by constantly feeding him crystal energy and evolved beast flesh and blood can he gradually fill the gap.

After all, he is a 'nurture' evolver, and there is a certain gap in qualifications between him and those 'naturally awakened' evolvers.

And generally speaking, no one will help someone to become an evolver for no reason.

Because everything in this world is about strength and interests first.

While Zhang Feng was thinking, he also saw the car leaving the town and driving onto the highway outside.

At a glance, the highway is full of scrapped and rusty cars, as well as dry and new weeds.

But there is a road to the south, which seems to have been specially cleared for a look. The scrapped cars there are arranged on both sides.

It was as if heavy machinery pushed away the crowded car accident scene and forcibly opened a road.

"Every time I see this road, it always makes me envious and nostalgic..."

At the sunroof position, a strong man was looking at the cars on both sides of the road and sighed. The strong wind in front of him made him speak loudly, "Really... every time I come here, it reminds me of the time we were in Lancheng a month ago."

The squadron leader of the third-level evolver, together with our city guards, came over to clean the roads here.

I clearly remember that that day, the squadron leader had a car in his hands, like a bulldozer, clearing the blocked highway into a path open to traffic.

After the trail is cleared and the first team has finished exploring this place and cleared all dangers, they will hand over the next sporadic tasks to our fifth team.

Maybe the purpose of forming our fifth team is to be responsible for the daily cleaning of this town...

Make sure that no other mutant beasts and evolved beasts will come over. Then collect the materials that have not expired.

Now that I think about it, it sounds like we are doing something..."

"Originally, I was just a striker." The young team member mounted the machine gun and looked around, while replying to the strong man: "I'm not telling you, Haozi, you said you are such a big man, how can you be a first-level evolution? You have only strength.

Eight thousand catties?”

The young man said, somewhat jokingly, "If you enter the second level, won't you enter the first team?

When the time comes, you can also be a vanguard!"

"If I were Level 2!" Haozi's face became anxious, and then he thought of something. He first looked at Zhang Feng in the front seat, and then whispered: "If I were Level 2, would I still be in the same team with you? Who else would enter?

The first team? I must be looking for a new team to be the captain! Leading a group of evolvers...how majestic is this?"

"Okay, you've always wanted to change jobs!" The young man suddenly became happy, "Do you think I tricked you out of your words? Your heart is not set on your brothers at all! You have long wanted to switch to another relationship!

"

"Wrench, you bastard!" Haozi laughed and cursed, pretending to hit the young man nicknamed "Wrench".

"It's okay, it's okay, I won't talk nonsense..." Wrench ducked to the side, and then shouted to everyone: "As long as you treat us big guys to a drink tonight! Just let us know that you still love our dads! Everyone.

Guys, right?"

"Okay!" Everyone cheered, and the car was in a lively mood.

Zhang Feng heard the sound of fighting coming from the back seat, and looked at the driver next to him who was suppressing a smile, only to find that he and the others were the only life on this silent and desolate road.

Maybe they were just too depressed, so they told some jokes to relax the weird atmosphere.

But it didn't take long.

After getting off the highway ahead, passing by a village, there was a tavern with a "firearms mark" on the roadside.

There began to be some people there, and various modified cars were parked at the door.

However, Zhang Feng used his spiritual sense to sweep around the nearby village, only to see that the village was covered with dust, overgrown with weeds, and deserted and inhabited by one person.

See here.

Zhang Feng thought about his memory and recalled that this tavern was just a private ammunition supply point.

After all, it is impossible for vehicles or adventurers on the road to maintain sufficient ammunition reserves at all times.

So this kind of stronghold came into being.

It's just that most of them are run by individuals or large consortiums, and there is no boss to organize them.

Because if the higher-ups organize it, they will immediately take action and build a survivor base.

Where could such a small site be?

But the advantage is that there are so many of these private sites, and they are found all over the world.

When some adventurers pass by, they can stop by to replenish their supplies or take a break without wasting time to take a detour to find a nearby survival base.

And also saw the tavern.

Zhang Feng heard a bounty reminder to 'solve the tavern owner's trouble later.'

"Fix it here."

After hearing about the mission along the way, Zhang Feng ordered the driver next to him to stop the car.

brake-

The driver didn't say anything and just parked the car.
Chapter completed!