The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

Chapter 1267 Zheng Xinyu: Weak and Helpless

"Where did these guys come from, and where are they going braving the wind and snow?"

Hidden among the dead branches of a sentry post, a man wearing a heavy military overcoat held up binoculars and asked his companion a question.

"Where does the wind come from?"

"Idioms...can't you focus on something useful?!"

"From the womb to the King of Hell! You ask me? Who should I ask? Let's go ask them and we'll know! Brother Xing, Brother Xing, two cars have been spotted on the south avenue. Request an investigation!"

The man complained a couple of times, then went down the stairs from his post, communicating with the camp via walkie-talkie as he went.

Little did he know that what seemed like a complaint was, in a sense, actually quite true...

Meanwhile, about 60 kilometers southeast of Chen Hanzhou's group of five, a Land Cruiser FJ Cruiser was driving leisurely on a snow-covered road, looking so lonely.

In order to avoid being discovered by the survivors along the way, Zheng Xinyu did not turn on the headlights. After Guo Dachao modified the route, as long as the headlights were turned off, not a single one would be left behind.

After driving over a hundred kilometers west, the overall brightness was slightly dimmer than on a full moon night. There was no fear of hitting anyone, and no need to worry about traffic regulations. As long as you didn't drive too fast, there was absolutely no problem.

Zheng Xinyu couldn't possibly drive too fast because she didn't have snow tires or snow chains. Braking and steering were both slippery. She didn't know when the snow would stop; she only knew to follow the direction the big ball had flown and keep going!
Along the way, Luck and Lightning were of great help, and they were in charge of the mission to infiltrate the survivor camps to gather information.

The two little ones were extremely well-hidden, but even so, they dared not approach the headquarters of the Righteous Path Society. The highly sensitive protective electric grid was very powerful, and they only dared to gather information from the outside.

"There's a town up ahead. We could find a place to get off and stretch our legs, what do you think?"

Zheng Xinyu asked for good luck and lightning.

"Wang".

Good Luck curled up on the mat, nodded in response, and didn't seem very keen on the idea. It was more like, "If you want to go, I'll go with you; if you don't want to, that's fine too."

Lightning hung contortedly on the grab handle above the passenger window, looking at the snowy scenery outside. After hearing Zheng Xinyu's words, it turned its head and squeaked, while making an "OK" sign with its little paws.

The program couldn't answer because its consciousness resided within the warrior's body, strolling along the roadside wilderness with its long legs, able to keep up with the car's speed without having to run.

The car slowly drove forward, crunching on the soft snow and leaving shallow tracks behind it.

puff.

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from under the car, and the car veered slightly off course.

"What did you press down on again...?"

Zheng Xinyu lightly applied the brakes to bring the vehicle to a stop. This had happened three times since the road was covered in snow. Twice it was zombie remains, and the other time it was iron bars and wooden sticks that got under the tires and made it impossible to continue driving. They had to be cleared away.

As for ordinary garbage, it's countless, and as long as it doesn't affect traffic, people don't bother with it.

Beep beep, beep beep.

This time was clearly different. Less than three seconds after stopping, the tire pressure monitoring device sounded an alarm, and the tire pressure of the left front tire dropped rapidly, while the right front tire was temporarily fine.

"This... shouldn't be the case!"

Zheng Xinyu looked at the tire pressure readings as they dropped with some confusion!

She remembered Zhang Su telling her that the car used a type of tire called a run-flat tire, which could run for several hundred kilometers at a speed of no more than 70 kilometers per hour even if it was punctured by a nail, but it couldn't do that in just a few seconds!
"Fuck."

Zheng Xinyu immediately thought of the special triangular nails that Kuan Zhuang had used before, which were specifically designed to deal with car wheels!

"squeak."

Lightning leaped onto the seat and pointed at the tire.

After spending three days together, Zheng Xinyu was able to communicate normally with the two little ones 80% of the time. She understood what Lightning meant and wanted to go down and take a look. "There doesn't seem to be anyone around here. It's probably a roadblock left by the previous survivors, but we still need to be careful."

Zheng Xinyu gave a word of advice, then picked up her weapon and opened the car door.

A chill instantly seeped into the sedan chair, and even though Lucky and Lightning had thick fur, they shivered from the cold...

"Phew, it's pretty cold here. We need to get you some things to wear!"

Zheng Xinyu jumped onto the snow to feel the temperature. It felt like seven or eight degrees Celsius to her. The three-in-one windbreaker was perfectly adequate for her, being lightweight and flexible.

The man, dog, and rat arrived at the left front wheel. Without even using a flashlight, they immediately spotted the sharp triangular nail. Its specially designed angle and shape meant that after the tip punctured the tire, the gradually thickening triangular blade continued to widen the puncture. Ordinary run-flat tires simply couldn't withstand it, unless they were special tires that were taller than a person!

"What bad luck..."

Zheng Xinyu pinched the triangular nail and pulled it off the tire. She didn't complain about who threw it there. In a post-apocalyptic world, taking precautions is perfectly normal. She only blamed herself for not being able to see the road conditions clearly.

Even those with good fortune can experience periods of bad luck.

Puff puff.

When the program saw that the car was not moving, it ran over to see what had happened. Seeing that the front of the car was tilted, it gently lifted the chassis with both hands, then turned to look at Zheng Xinyu, as if to say, "Is this okay?"

"That's not how it's solved. The procedure is that the tire is punctured and needs repair. It's a minor issue; I'll change the tire, you guys go..."

"Wang!"

Before Zheng Xinyu could finish speaking, Good Luck raised its paw and pointed towards the town, its eyes sparkling with intelligence.

"Squeak."

Lightning tilted its head, pricked up its ears, listened intently, and then nodded vigorously!
The two little ones had better senses than Zheng Xinyu. After they reminded her, Zheng Xinyu saw lights coming from deep in the street, which looked like car headlights, approaching from a distance.

“There are actually people in this remote wilderness, so this nail is no accident! Program, you should hide for a bit.”

With a whoosh, the tall figure leaped into the irrigation ditch beside him like a gust of wind and lay down.

On her way from Tianma Island, Zheng Xinyu tried to avoid contact with people. If she found any traces of human activity, she would send Good Luck and Lightning to listen for information.

If someone falls from the sky, it will definitely become a hot topic of discussion.

She kept a distance and, perhaps because of the snow, was not discovered along the way. Only when she passed through Tangcheng was she spotted by a sentry post.

She deduced that it was a sentry post set up by the Righteous Path Society on the outskirts. By then, Good Luck and Lightning had already completed their information gathering by tracking a group of Righteous Path Society field agents, so they left without stopping. The other side chased them for less than two kilometers before retreating...

A moment later, a heavily modified, extravagantly styled Ford pickup truck drove out of town.

The front of the vehicle is fitted with two rows of spikes, one high and one low, on the bumper. The lower spikes are close to the ground and can be used to clear debris, while the higher spikes are level with the heads of most ordinary zombies and are mainly used to kill zombies.

The design concept of the modification is good, but judging from the newness of the row of spikes at the top, it seems that it has not been tested in actual combat.

The row closest to the ground is actually quite useful; it can clear away some hard-to-see obstacles on the ground, such as pegs...

The Ford pickup truck drove slowly on the road, kicking up snow on both sides, and slowly stopped about 20 meters in front of the Patrol. It originally had only low beams on, but after stopping, it turned on the high beams, illuminating more than 100 meters ahead.

Zheng Xinyu held the jack in her hand, and somewhat timidly raised her arm to block the car lights. She then backed up into the car, looking weak and helpless like an injured little scooter.

"Phew!"

The window of the Ford pickup truck rolled down, and a whistle suddenly rang out, sounding somewhat melodious, somewhat wistful, and somewhat eerie in the vast wilderness.

(End of this chapter)