Doomsday Highway: I can be infinitely enhanced

Su Yan climbed into the driver's seat, his face still contorted with resentment, and muttered under his breath:

"Brother! What are you afraid of?"

"If all else fails, we'll fight them to the death!"

"Those cowards are too afraid to go into the restricted area to collect supplies, so why should they take half of my supplies?"

Su Xing glanced at Su Yan and said calmly:

"Alright, consider it a loss to avoid further trouble."

"Ultimately, the superhumans are in charge in this convoy, and we brothers can't be the troublemakers..."

Su Xing comforted her younger brother for a couple of minutes, then asked:

"By the way, how many supplies do we have left in the car?"

After hearing this, Su Yan counted on his fingers and said:

"There's also a bag of flour, half a bag of rice, half a box of instant noodles, and canned food... If we're careful, it'll last us about ten days."

"The gas is running low. I estimate it can only go another 300 kilometers at most. If it runs out of gas, the car will break down!"

Hearing that the gasoline was running low, Su Xing also felt a bit of a headache.

For the fleet, gasoline is a necessity.

The entire convoy consists of four off-road vehicles and two buses, consuming a large amount of gasoline every day.

This has led to high gasoline prices; a barrel of gasoline costs more than a box of instant noodles.

The last time I encountered a gas station was ten days ago, as far as I can remember.

If you don't find a gas station in the next three days, the price of gasoline will rise further.

Once the jeep ran out of gas, Su Xing and his brother had to move into a bus, ending up in the same situation as other survivors.

Thinking of this, Su Xing frowned and said:

"I estimate that the entire convoy is running low on gasoline."

"Find some time to trade food for some gasoline..."

"Never get into a conflict with someone with superhuman abilities. That guy surnamed Fang is probably just looking for an example to make an example of!"

"Got it, brother!" Su Yan said in a low voice.

At this time, Fang Yuan's men had already collected a large amount of supplies from the survivors, filling five burlap sacks and stuffing them into the bus.

Fang Yuan also opened several packets of biscuits and gave one to each person on the bus.

The survivors who received food looked at Fang Yuan with gratitude.

Fang Yuan's actions, while offending many people, have won him even more support.

"Tsk tsk, Fang Yuan really has some tricks up his sleeve."

"Just now, I was with a few of my men, two of them playing the good cop and one the bad cop..."

He awoke and pondered.

However, what he was truly interested in was the "strange object" that Fang Yuan mentioned.

The term "rare object" refers to an item that possesses extraordinary power.

It is the only thing besides the superhuman being himself that can deal with anomalies.

"Judging from Fang Yuan's words, it seems he has the ability to create extraordinary objects to deal with anomalies?"

"No wonder he went to the police station to collect handguns...no wonder he suddenly became so high-profile!"

"I just wonder, are the extraordinary pistols made by the mechanics... the same type as the pistols enhanced by the system? And which one is stronger?"

He seemed lost in thought upon waking.

The composition of the convoy changed dramatically in just half an hour.

All survivors of the convoy who enter the restricted area to collect supplies must donate half of their supplies to the convoy free of charge.

In exchange for the protection of two extraordinary individuals.

Those who dared not enter the restricted area did things like cooking, washing clothes, and cleaning the buses in exchange for food and supplies.

Although it has caused dissatisfaction among some people, in this day and age, no one dares to stand up and challenge the authority of the superhuman.

In particular, Fang Yuan took this opportunity to gather a group of subordinates.

The convoy set off on time at eight o'clock in the morning.

Hu Dong, the extraordinary individual, drove at the very front. As the "eyes" of the convoy, Hu Dong's off-road vehicle was always the lead car.

Following closely behind were Fang Yuan and Su Xing's two off-road vehicles.

As for the last off-road vehicle in the convoy, it belonged to a man named Yong Ge.

Yong Ge joined the team in Shayibak Province half a month ago. He is from Yuezhou and has three younger brothers with him in the car.

I heard that before the apocalypse, Brother Yong was a legitimate gangster and had even served a few years in prison.

Even after the apocalypse, he dared to fight and risk his life, often venturing into restricted areas to collect supplies, making him a formidable figure in the convoy.

The convoy drove on the highway, with each vehicle maintaining a tacit distance of twenty or thirty meters from the others.

Occasionally, Captain Hu's directions could be heard over the vehicle's walkie-talkie.

The convoy traveled without incident, only taking a short break at noon. By evening, it had passed through Xuanzhou and entered Wushi.

Before sunset, Hu Dong parked his SUV under a locust tree in the suburbs.

Based on past experience, this indicates that the area is safe, and the convoy will spend the night here.

"Ugh... This awful weather is getting colder and colder!"

Su Yan rubbed his hands together, complained a couple of times, and then turned on the car's air conditioning.

Su Xing looked out at the bare tree branches, leaves scattered on the ground, and frowned slightly.

It's only November, but the wind chill already feels almost below zero.

"Huozi, the car's running low on gas, isn't it? Go ask around the convoy and see if anyone's trading gasoline..." Su Xing reminded him.

"Okay, bro."

Su Yan pushed open the car door, and a rush of cold air poured into the car. He quickly closed the door and ran to the bus.

The warm air blew out from the air conditioning vents, and the car became warm in no time.

Waking up, however, didn't bring joy, because the car's air conditioning also consumes gasoline.

Especially now that the fleet is facing a gasoline shortage, how can we keep the air conditioning on all the time?

Thinking of this, Su Xing got up again and turned off the air conditioner.

"Hmm, compared to this morning, I've recovered a lot... I really do change every day!"

Su Xing stretched his limbs in the car, wrapped himself in a thick coat, and got out of the car.

With my feet firmly planted on the muddy ground, a feeling of peace and joy welled up inside me.

She can walk now!

Su Xing, holding onto the car, walked around it once. His steps were unsteady and his movements were slow, but at least he had basic mobility.

This is undoubtedly a good start!

With the help of the special medicine, it shouldn't be long before he fully recovers.

"elder brother!"

Su Yan had just returned when he bumped into Su Xing, who was walking on the ground. His eyes reddened, and he said in a daze:

"Brother, are you all better?"

"No." Su Xing shook his head and smiled.

"Full recovery is still a long way off; he can only walk now..."

Looking at Su Yan's empty hands, Su Xing couldn't help but frown and say:

"Why did you come back empty-handed? Didn't you get any gas?"

Gasoline is the fleet's hard currency.

About two weeks ago, when we passed by a gas station, many people on the bus filled up two buckets with gasoline.

The people on the bus don't need to drive; they're supposed to be there to exchange for supplies, so they shouldn't be running out of fuel.

Upon hearing this, Su Yan became furious and complained:

"It's all that guy surnamed Fang's fault! He confiscated all the gasoline, claiming it was supplies for the convoy!"

"Now, if you want gasoline, you have to trade with a superhuman. One barrel of gasoline costs 20 kilograms of rice or flour!"

A barrel of oil and twenty pounds of rice and noodles?

Su Xing was also taken aback by the price.

Prices in the post-apocalyptic world are incomparable to those before the apocalypse; 20 kilograms of rice and flour would be enough for one person to live comfortably for a month.

As for a can of gasoline, 20 liters, which is equivalent to half a tank of gas, a car can only run for a maximum of three days.

"Is this some kind of resource control measure?"

Su Xing frowned slightly, increasingly aware of the influence of the extraordinary individuals within the convoy.

If this trend continues, everyone in the convoy except for the superhumans will have to move into buses and lose their independence.

Whether they live or die at that time will truly be decided by a single word from an extraordinary being.

And who knows when we'll find a gas station? If it's a few days later, the price of gasoline will only be higher.

Thinking of this, Su Xing took a crowbar from the car, leaned it on the ground, and turned back to say:

"Huozi, take a bag of flour; we need to change the gasoline."

So Su Yan, carrying a bag of flour on his shoulder and supporting Su Xing with one hand, walked towards the bus.

A large iron pot was set up in the open space in front of the bus.

A middle-aged man with a thick neck is cooking, and several middle-aged women are helping him.

Seeing Su Xing approaching with a crowbar, the cook stared wide-eyed and said in astonishment:

"Su...Little Su, are you alright?"

Su Xing chuckled and said, "Uncle Zhang, I'm lucky to have survived..."

Su Xing didn't know the man's name, only that his surname was Zhang and that he was a chef before the apocalypse, and that he was an excellent cook.

In the first few days after the apocalypse, everyone had enough supplies. If you gave them a meal, Uncle Zhang would cook two dishes.

Now that Fangyuan is in charge of managing the fleet, it seems that Uncle Zhang has become the fleet's dedicated chef.

"Wow, being struck by lightning and still able to walk and talk... Xiao Su has survived a great calamity and is sure to have good fortune in the future!"

Uncle Zhang muttered a couple of words to himself, then focused on cooking the food in the pot again.

[Feeling Zhang Ang's shock, positive emotion points +23]

[Feeling Wu Sanhua's surprise, negative emotion points +26]

[I felt...]

Three notification sounds came in succession. Su Xing looked at the surprised expressions of the three people who were cooking and felt a surge of joy.

"Wow, you can do that?"

"Just showing up and they've already racked up dozens of emotion points!"

Su Xing quickly realized that surprise was also an emotion.

However, there is no clear distinction between positive and negative; it can be classified as either positive or negative emotion.

Su Xing was struck by lightning and almost died; almost everyone in the convoy of about a hundred people knew about it.

And this time, in just a few days, Su Xing reappeared alive in front of everyone, even able to speak and walk. How could this not be surprising?

"There are about a hundred people in this convoy!"

"How many emotional points do we need to provide?"

Su Xing's heart pounded, and she immediately changed her mind, saying to Su Yan:

"Huozi, take me for a walk around the convoy first! No rush to exchange supplies!"

"Uh, okay, bro!"

Su Yan nodded without asking why, assuming that Su Xing just wanted to move around.

So Su Xing, leaning on his crowbar, walked around the bus a few times, showing himself to everyone. If he met someone he could talk to, he would stop and chat for a bit.

Unsurprisingly, these people all looked as if they had seen a ghost.

The whispers were similar to:

"That's waking up, isn't it?"

"My God, he's still alive!"

"He was struck by lightning... how did he survive?"

"You never know, it's the end of the world, anything can happen."

A notification sound kept playing in my awakened ears:

[Gao Qifan is surprised by you, negative emotion points +32]

[Liu Yong was surprised by you, positive emotion points +29]

【…】

So Su Xing happily circled around twice, accumulating a large amount of emotional points before preparing to trade gasoline.

[Positive Emotional Points: 1306]

[Negative Emotion Points: 3086]