Doomsday Highway: I can be infinitely enhanced

"elder brother!"

Su Yan was somewhat uneasy and hesitated before saying:

Be careful.

"Um."

Su Xing responded and looked in the direction of the gas station store.

From the outside, the store is quite large, probably forty or fifty square meters, with several shelves piled high with household goods.

Su Xing's supplies are running low. If he could collect some more from the store, it would greatly alleviate the supply pressure.

The store was dimly lit, making it difficult to see the entire interior, so the dozen or so survivors stood at the entrance, none of them daring to go in first.

Su Xing didn't rush to the store, but instead walked towards Hu's car.

He knocked on the car window and asked:

"Captain Hu, do you think there's any danger in that store?"

Captain Hu felt his pocket, took out a cigarette and subconsciously wanted to light it, but then remembered that this was a gas station and put the cigarette back.

"There shouldn't be any danger..."

Captain Hu shook his head, his tone not entirely certain.

"Should?" Su Xing frowned.

Seemingly sensing the doubt in Su Xing's tone, Captain Hu said irritably:

"What's wrong with me! Do you think I'm a god? I can't just say there's no danger and it's over!"

"All I can tell you is that I didn't sense anything unusual here..."

"As for other dangers, you can judge for yourself!"

After saying that, Captain Hu rolled up the car window and ignored Su Xing.

Su Xing hesitated for a moment, then reached into his coat and gripped the rune pistol. The cold touch gave him a sense of security.

He walked toward the store.

The arrival of the awakening instantly attracted the attention of more than a dozen survivors at the store entrance.

The entire team knows that Su Xing may be the third Sequence Transcendent in the team.

Now that we're about to enter an unknown building to search for supplies, waking up would be very useful.

"Ahem! Captain Hu said there are no supernatural beings in this shop."

Su Xing didn't rush in; instead, he called out first.

The other survivors looked at each other in bewilderment after hearing this, and finally couldn't resist rushing into the supermarket first.

"There's Coke on the shelf!"

"They also have potato chips and instant noodles!"

The first survivors to enter couldn't wait to open their backpacks and stuff supplies into them.

"Idiot! How much can you fit in potato chips and a cup of instant noodles? Fill it with chocolate and cookies!"

Su Xing stood outside the store and waited for half a minute. Seeing that the survivors were alright, he went inside.

The reason these survivors were allowed to enter the store to collect supplies was not out of kindness, but out of caution.

With so many people in the store, even if something goes wrong, these people can be left behind to buy him time to escape.

The two shelves that had just entered the door were completely emptied.

Su Xing walked a few steps inside and saw a small shelf piled with chocolates and candies, and her eyes lit up.

In the apocalypse, chocolate is the most cost-effective food, providing a lot of calories.

slam-la-

Su Xing opened his backpack and swept away more than twenty Snickers bars and more than a dozen Dove chocolate bars from the shelf.

Two survivors approached, seemingly wanting a share of the spoils, but upon seeing that he had awakened, they could only leave sheepishly.

"Biscuits, bread, Lao Gan Ma chili sauce..."

When you wake up, try to choose foods that are small in size and have a high satiety level.

Soon the 45-liter travel bag on his back was filled to the brim.

But Su Xing was still not satisfied. He pressed the supplies in his backpack down to make some space, and then stuffed a few bags of candy into the bag.

Su Xing easily slung the bag over her back, weighed it in her hand, and estimated that it weighed almost thirty kilograms.

For ordinary people, carrying a 30-kilogram backpack is a huge burden, but for Su Xing, it's a piece of cake.

"Um?"

Su Xing took a few more steps forward and found that the innermost shelves had been ransacked, and many food packaging bags were scattered on the ground.

"Strange, no one should have come this way just now..."

Su Xing frowned, then glanced at the unfinished snacks in the corner: half a bag of potato chips, a half-eaten sausage, and some of them were even moldy.

"Was it eaten by the gas station staff?"

Su Xing speculated, but he also felt that something was not right.

If the gas station staff ate it, why didn't we see the survivors?

Even if those people leave the gas station, they can't possibly leave the supplies in the store with them.

Most importantly, the bite marks on those sausages were very abnormal; they were torn apart along with their packaging.

It doesn't look like food for humans; it looks more like food for some kind of animal.

"Something's not right, something's extremely wrong..."

Su Xing silently took a few steps back and returned to the store entrance.

At that moment, three people were crowded around the cash register and the glass window at the store entrance.

They took crowbars and fiddled with the glass display case, seemingly trying to pry open the lock.

"If all else fails, just smash the shop window!"

A middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties with a stubble beard said, his eyes fixed on the unopened cigarettes in the shop window.

"Are you crazy? What if the noise of smashing the glass attracts unwanted attention?"

"Let's figure out how to pick the lock!"

The people nearby quickly stopped him.

Su Xing also saw the cigarettes piled up in the shop window and felt a little envious.

He didn't have many cigarettes left in his car; they were the ones the original owner had collected, and now there were only one or two packs left.

The urge to smoke after waking up isn't strong, but everyone lives a repressed life in the apocalypse, and cigarettes can indeed effectively relieve that pressure.

Moreover, food, tobacco, and alcohol have become the three hard currencies in the apocalypse.

Even if you can't use all the loot after waking up, you can still exchange it for supplies with other survivors.

"Get out of the way, everyone."

Su Xing shouted something, squeezed to the front of the cabinet, took out a crowbar and tested it against the lock.

click-

With a crisp crack, the lock that the three survivors couldn't pry open together was easily pried open by the awakened one.

Su Xing opened the shop window and, to the astonishment of the others, took out a snakeskin bag and put the cigarettes in it.

Three lotus flowers, two Chinese cabbages, and five Liqun cabbages.

Su Xing only took ten cartons of cigarettes from the cabinet; he didn't touch the loose cigarettes.

The three stood there, watching as Su Xing took the big head away, but none of them dared to step forward to stop him.

After he awoke and left, the three of them finally came to their senses and said in a daze:

"Wow, is that Xiao Su from the convoy? He's incredibly strong!"

"You still dare to call me 'Little Su'? That's the third superhuman in the team!"

The three of them were filled with envy; the strength Su Xing had just displayed was clearly far beyond that of an ordinary person.

"Damn it! Don't steal it! Leave me two packs!"

Some quick-thinking individuals reached out and grabbed several packs of cigarettes, stuffing them into their bags. Others around them realized what was happening and rushed forward to snatch them as well.

Su Xing just stood by and watched, not bothering to stop it.

In the apocalypse, it's common for survivors to fight over a pack of cigarettes or even a sausage, as long as no one is foolish enough to target them.

"Wow, thirty kilograms of food and ten cartons of cigarettes... What a steal!"

Just as Su Xing was about to leave the store, he caught a glimpse of a black coat hanging on the wall next to the door.

This coat is about 90% new and looks like it belongs to a gas station worker, but it's been sitting for a long time and there's a lot of dust on it.

Su Xing checked it against the box and found that it fit him perfectly, so he dusted it off and put it on.

In sub-zero temperatures, Su Xing was wearing a regular jacket, and even with his physical strength, he was finding it difficult to withstand the cold.

Su Xing wandered around the store again and found several oil drums piled up in the corner, the kind of 20-liter iron drums.

As soon as he woke up, his eyes lit up, and he carried the buckets directly to the oil pump.

Fang Yuan and Hu Dong, both extraordinary individuals, had already filled the car with gas and filled their respective gas cans.

Seeing Su Yan preparing to cheer him on, Su Xing reminded him:

"Huozi, after you fill up the car with gas, remember to fill these six gas cans as well."

"Okay, brother," Su Yan replied.

Su Xing has been really scared by the lack of gasoline these past few days, and now that he finally found a gas station, he naturally fills up as much as he can.

With six 120-liter oil drums and the 80-liter gasoline in the car's fuel tank, that's a total of 200 liters of gasoline. At least for a short time, you won't have to worry about running out of gas.

Su Xing put his backpack and cigarettes in the car, preparing to go to the vicinity of those wrecked cars to see if he could salvage any useful parts.

Su Xing was still thinking about continuing to upgrade the Jeep, and collecting more parts would undoubtedly reduce the expenditure of emotional points.

Just as he was about to violently dismantle the car, a commotion suddenly broke out from the direction of the store, and several survivors rushed out of the store.

"What happened!" Hu Dong's expression changed slightly.

"There are people! There are other survivors in the store!" a survivor rushed out of the store and cried out in a panic.