Doomsday Highway: I can be infinitely enhanced

Su Yan leaned back in the driver's seat and reached out to adjust the car radio.

Soon, a melodious, bell-like voice came over the loudspeaker:

Good evening, fellow countrymen!

"I'm An'an..."

Listening to the radio, Su Xing felt inexplicably at ease, and even the fatigue of the day was relieved.

In the apocalypse, listening to the radio every night has become a habit, one of the few pastimes for the survivors.

"Hmm, I feel much better now. This broadcast seems to have an inspiring power..."

"Could this host also be some kind of extraordinary being?"

As I comfortably lay back in the soft chair after waking up, I couldn't help but think to myself.

Near the end of the broadcast, An'an inserted a reminder:

"Vehicles currently in Anhui, Jiangsu, and Henan provinces are advised to take precautions to keep warm in the coming period."

"If possible, try to collect as many cold-weather supplies as possible..."

"We have received telegrams from several convoys reporting unusually cold weather in these three provinces, and it is intensifying. We must proceed with extreme caution!"

"Finally, I hope all my fellow countrymen can listen to An An's broadcast again tomorrow!"

The broadcast ended with An'an's blessings.

The bus has been modified, and more than 80 people have returned to the bus to keep warm.

Su Yan found a few cassette tapes from somewhere, inserted them into the player, and a melodious sound filled the car:

"Gently awaken your sleeping soul, slowly open your eyes..."

I woke up groggily to the strains of the song "Tomorrow Will Be Better" and drifted back to sleep.

……

The next morning.

When I woke up and opened my eyes again, I found that everything outside the car was a white expanse.

It snowed last night, leaving a two-centimeter-thick layer of snow on the road.

Su Xing frowned slightly; the snow on the road would make the journey even more difficult.

Uncle Zhang led the distribution of breakfast, and today each person only received half a biscuit.

After the headcount was taken as usual, the convoy prepared to depart.

Just then, a gasp came from the direction of the bus:

"We're short one person!"

"Someone is missing from the convoy!"

Su Xing's expression changed slightly, and she walked towards the bus.

As he approached, Fang Yuan was leading a group of people to inquire about the situation.

Who is the missing person? When was it discovered that they were missing?

Ding Heng raised his hand and said:

"Captain Fang, I discovered this when I was counting heads just now."

"The missing person was a new member of our team who joined yesterday. We all call him Xiao He. He's a young man in his early twenties..."

"Did they just join the team yesterday?"

Fang Yuan frowned slightly and asked:

"Has this Xiao He shown any unusual behavior in the past few days? Have you looked for him in the neighborhood?"

Ding Heng, worried that Fang Yuan might suspect something was amiss with this group of refugees, quickly said:

"No, nothing unusual!"

"We've searched the neighborhood, but we haven't seen Xiao He."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yuan frowned even more deeply.

Survivors in the apocalypse share a common understanding: they cannot leave the convoy's perimeter, not even for urination or defecation.

"Are you sure he went missing this morning? Did anyone see him last night?" Fang Yuan then asked.

A middle-aged man in gray clothes said:

"I saw Xiao He last night!"

"It was around one in the morning. I woke up groggily and saw him get out of the car. I assumed he had gone to the bathroom and didn't think much of it..."

One in the morning?

Su Xing's brows relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Nighttime is more dangerous than daytime. This Xiao He may have been mentally manipulated by something strange and left the convoy.

This has happened before.

The fact that no one else is missing indicates that they are temporarily out of danger.

Fang Yuan thought so too, and he nodded:

"Then they've probably been missing for six or seven hours. In that case, let's search the area first."

"The convoy will depart five minutes late..."

After a five-minute search, the convoy set off but did not find the young man named Xiao He.

Five minutes is the greatest act of compassion a convoy can show to ordinary survivors in the apocalypse.

The road conditions became more complicated after the snowfall, and the convoy drove with even greater caution.

In addition, due to the need to avoid abnormal situations, they did not travel much distance until sunset.

……

We rushed around for two days.

Three days later, one more person went missing from the convoy in the early morning.

"Ding Heng, are you saying that another young man named Liu Ze has gone missing from the convoy?" Fang Yuan asked, frowning.

Ding Heng also looked somewhat uneasy, and he nodded bitterly, saying:

"Yes! Ding Ze's belongings are all in the car, so we can be sure he didn't leave the convoy voluntarily."

"And someone saw Ding Ze get up in the middle of the night last night..."

Upon hearing the situation, Su Xing's brows furrowed slightly.

If the first time was a coincidence, what about the second time?

The fact that two people disappeared in the night within just three days can no longer be described as a coincidence, can it?

"Uncle Hu, did you sense anything?" Su Xing asked.

Hu Dong shook his head:

"Since our team was formed, I've sensed at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, anomalies along the way..."

"Many of these anomalies would follow us all the way, which is why I took a detour."

"The disappearance of two people this time could be the work of those tracking us!"

"As for the exact location of the anomaly, I can't sense it either..."

Su Xing's breath hitched upon hearing this, and she couldn't help but complain:

"Captain Hu! Can't you be of any use?! Such a huge anomaly, and you couldn't even sense it?"

Hu Dong was somewhat angry and retorted:

"Go ahead and try to sense it if you dare!"

"I'm just a guide at Sequence Nine. If I can advance to Sequence Eight, maybe I'll be able to sense it!"

Even extraordinary individuals are divided into levels, from Sequence Nine to Sequence One. The higher the sequence, the stronger the individual.

Team leader Hu and mechanic Fang Yuan in the team are only at the lowest rank, Sequence Nine.

[Hu Dong's negative emotions +53]

Seeing that Captain Hu was getting angry, Su Xing gave an awkward smile and stopped talking.

Fang Yuan hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"In that case, it's very likely that some anomaly has been chasing the convoy."

"Their unusual killing pattern is unknown. But it's not hard to deduce that they can only kill one person at a time, and they can only act at night."

"In that case..."

Fang Yuan looked at Hu Dong and then asked:

"Can the convoy travel at a faster pace?"

"We should speed things up as quickly as possible and shake off that anomaly!"

Hu Dong clearly agreed with Fang Yuan's statement, nodding as he said:

"I've pretty much figured out the route these past couple of days. The only problem is the heavy snow over the past few days; the roads are icy, and there's a risk if the convoy drives too fast..."

Driving in snowy weather is no joke; a moment's inattention can lead to skidding, overturning, or even plunging off a cliff.

It won't just be one or two survivors; all the survivors on the bus could be wiped out!

This is why the convoy has been traveling slowly these past few days.

After pondering for a moment, Fang Yuan said:

"I'll figure that out. I can use my ability to change the tire's appearance and increase its friction."

"While they can't compare to real snow tires, they definitely improve safety!"

The three quickly decided that the convoy should speed up its journey.

That very night, Fang Yuan used his abilities to modify the tires of all the cars in the convoy.

Even the revived Jeeps underwent modifications, replacing their original ordinary run-flat tires.

After being modified by Fangyuan, the tire surface has a deeper and more complex tread pattern, which significantly increases the friction.

Over the next two days, the convoy's speed indeed increased significantly.

The convoy's survivors breathed a slight sigh of relief, thinking they could finally escape the unknown and unusual hunt.

But it wasn't until two days later—

The convoy has a third missing person!