Apocalyptic Extraordinary Convoy, I'm really not weird!

Su Ye pedaled frantically, but sensing the sound rapidly approaching, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at it.

Holy crap!

It was Old Man Zhao!

His body was covered in blood, his shirt was tattered, and not an inch of his exposed skin was intact; it was covered with crisscrossing wounds, with the flesh torn and rolled up.

The deepest cuts were on his shoulders, back, and under his ribs, where the white bone was faintly visible. As he ran, the wounds opened and closed, but they had stopped bleeding.

This person, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, ran at a speed that defied common sense.

His heavy breathing was like a bellows, and each step he took made the ground tremble slightly.

It gradually overtook the slower-moving vehicles at the back and middle of the convoy, and continued to charge forward with unstoppable momentum.

The target was clear: his big pickup truck.

As he approached the pickup truck, he unleashed his strength once more, stomping his foot so hard that it created a small crater in the solid ground.

He let out a low roar, and using the momentum, he soared into the air like a heavy meteorite.

"Bang"

With a loud bang, it crashed heavily into the back of the pickup truck.

The entire pickup truck shook violently, and the shock absorbers groaned under the strain.

After being smashed into the truck bed, the terrifying aura emanating from Old Zhao instantly dissipated.

His tall, strong body, over two meters tall, instantly began to shrink, transforming once again into a thin, small old man.

Aside from his chest heaving violently, he made no other movements.

The crisscrossing wounds on his body, with their torn flesh, began to slowly wriggle and heal!

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The convoy continued its journey in utter silence for over half an hour until it reached a relatively empty, abandoned section of road, where Chen Shou's orders came again:

"parking!

Rest here!

We can rest here for a day and depart before noon tomorrow.

The engine noise gradually faded away.

When the vibrations of the last engine subsided, the silence of the wilderness instantly surged up, giving one a slight ringing in the ears.

The nerves that had been stretched to their limit suddenly relaxed, but what followed was not relief, but a feeling of exhaustion as if they had survived a disaster.

Some people seemed to have had their bones removed, collapsing to the ground with empty eyes staring at the sky;

Some looked around blankly, as if unsure whether this brief peace was real.

Su Ye pushed the electric scooter to the side of the road and leaned it against a dead tree. It wasn't until then...

He then felt his legs were as heavy as lead, aching and trembling slightly.

He slid down against the tree trunk, took a few deep breaths, and glanced around the makeshift camp.

Lin Wei had already gotten out of the car, her face slightly pale, and was carrying the eight backpacks, heading towards Chen Shou's modified troop carrier.

Chen Shou climbed down from the top of the armored vehicle and directed his driver to set up the tent.

Old Zhao was still asleep in the back of the pickup truck, but his driver found some blankets and other things to cover him up.

The others also found places to settle down, and the air was filled with a depressing silence and a faint smell of blood.

"Another day has passed..."

Su Ye licked her chapped lips and muttered to herself.

A more pronounced emptiness returned to my stomach; after the intense escape and tension subsided, my body began to urgently seek energy.

He rested against the tree for a moment, then struggled to get up.

I walked around the overgrown, pebbly field surrounding the camp.

He collected some dry, yellowed grass and scattered small twigs.

The fuel available here is limited, so we'll just have to use whatever we have.

Returning to the base of the dead tree, he used several large stones to build a makeshift windproof stove pit.

His movements were practiced with practiced ease, as if he had repeated them a thousand times; the apocalypse had given him the opportunity to put them into practice.

From his bulging backpack, he first pulled out the half-empty water bottle, carefully took a sip to moisten his throat,

Then, he began rummaging through the tightly packed backpack.

Fingers reached over the cold cans and hard, compressed biscuit packaging, finally pulling out a box of self-heating rice with a picture of braised pork and a can of star fruit with a brightly colored label.

Looking at these two items, a smile finally appeared on his face.

Today's harvest deserves to be used to reward our exhausted body and mind.

He picked up the can of star fruit first.

The can was cold, and some of the labels were curled at the edges.

He found the pull tab and pulled it open with a soft "pop".

The first thing you see is clear, sweet-smelling syrup.

He couldn't wait to bring the can to his lips and took a big, satisfying gulp.

Instantly, an incredibly sweet, even cloyingly sweet liquid surged into my throat and was swallowed.

The high concentration of sugar is nothing short of a powerful stimulant for a body that is chronically in a state of energy deficiency.

A warm feeling seemed to rise from my stomach, quickly dispelling some of the exhaustion and even giving me a slight boost of energy.

The pleasure of instantly replenishing energy is indescribable; it's a luxurious enjoyment that no delicacy can compare to.

He smacked his lips in satisfaction and carefully placed the canned food on a flat stone next to him.

Then pick up the self-heating rice box, tear open the packaging, place the heating pack at the bottom, and pour the rice and seasoning packet into the upper food container.

He thought for a moment, then picked up the half-empty bottle of mineral water and carefully poured some into the rice container, the clear water moistening the rice grains.

Finally, he took his water bottle out of his backpack, poured some water from the bottle onto the heating pack, and closed the lid.

A slight, continuous hissing sound immediately came from the bottom of the lunchbox, and white steam began to rise from the small holes on the edge of the lid.

Steam rose continuously, carrying a long-lost, savory aroma unique to industrial seasonings, which entered Su Ye's nostrils.

This flavor might have been ordinary before the apocalypse, or even criticized as "technological and ruthless," but at this moment, it is more alluring than any delicacy.

The few minutes of waiting felt exceptionally long.

Su Ye stared intently at the rising white steam, her throat bobbing involuntarily.

Finally, the hissing sound gradually faded away.

He eagerly lifted the lid, and a wave of even hotter steam rushed out.

The dark brown vegetables, mixed with rice grains that have reabsorbed moisture, have an appealing, oily sheen.

He stirred the sauce a few times with a simple plastic fork, ensuring it evenly coated each grain of rice.

Then, ignoring the heat, he picked up the lunchbox and took a big bite.

Because there wasn't enough water added, the rice grains were still hard at the core. Mixed with the thick, salty sauce and bits of meat, it instantly filled my mouth.

A strong, direct, oily, and salty satisfaction surged through his taste buds like an electric current, rushing straight to his brain.

He swallowed it in large gulps, each bite a source of immense enjoyment.

While eating, take a bite of star fruit or sweet juice; the alternating saltiness and sweetness create an almost luxurious sensory experience.

He was so focused and absorbed in his meal that he didn't immediately notice that many eyes, both overt and covert, were quietly fixed on him and his backpack in the camp.

His bulging backpack and the way he was wolfing down his food stood out starkly among the majority of people around him who could only gnaw on dry, hard compressed biscuits.

Soon, the lunchbox was empty, and even the last grain of rice with sauce was scraped clean.

I ate all the syrup and star fruit from the can.

Su Ye exhaled a satisfied breath of warm air, carrying the aroma of food, and subconsciously waited for her stomach to signal that she was full.

However, no.

Not only that, but an even stronger feeling of hunger surged up!

It was as if what they had just eaten was nothing more than a few snowflakes thrown into a furnace, instantly evaporating.

Not only did it fail to fill the space, it seemed to stimulate its thirst even more.