If the convoy blindly crashes into them from both sides, it is likely to end in flipped cars and casualties.
With large vehicles blocking ahead, the convoy’s only retreat now is to reverse.
But not even half a minute has passed.
All around, the sound of off-road vehicles approaches rapidly; ten cars are closing in.
Zhang Feng took a glance and realized they encountered ’apocalyptic road bandits’.
The same trick, a single move, dominates and succeeds everywhere.
’Why is there this kind of thing everywhere?’
Zhang Feng shook his head in disbelief, picked up a brick from the ground, and walked forward.
"Where do you guys come from? What do you have in the cars?"
The dozens of them have a look that suggests extortion with no apparent reason.
Usually, a regular bandit would at least say, ’Boss, lend me some money’ or ’You ran over my dog’.
Anyway, there’s always a reason for demanding money.
But these people, as they talked, began spreading out.
Their eyes were mostly on the sunshade cloth and batteries, all high-value items.
As Zhang Feng walked over, he gestured for everyone not to get out of the cars and looked at the dozens of people opposite,
"We... forget it, our destination is clear, and we are tight on time; I feel there’s nothing much to talk about."
"What do you mean?" The road bandits on the outside didn’t quite understand.
The surrounding road bandits also blocked the convoy’s rear and approached.
"What destination?" The leader of the bandits saw Zhang Feng holding a brick and speaking so brazenly, and immediately drew a knife from his side, ready to spill blood.
But in the next second.
A brick flew by quickly, and in the blink of an eye, his head exploded along with the brick, spraying the faces of several people nearby.
"Does this convoy have guns?"
"I... I didn’t hear gunshots?"
The rest were frightened by the scene, then saw a blurred shadow flash.
Zhang Feng leaped in front of them, clapped both palms, and a cracking sound followed, causing the chests of the first two to cave in, flinging them into several others behind.
In just a few seconds, accompanied by several screams, over a dozen were dead.
In the reflection of the headlights, Zhang Feng held two road bandits in his hands, imitating the techniques used against apocalyptic raiders.
Simple, violent, and effective.
The road bandits, seeing such a bloody scene, ran away immediately.
Facing this obviously bizarre human, what kind of robbery is this? Now it’s good enough to keep their lives.
But with a few whooshes, the convoy members drew crossbows, and those who just turned to run were shot with arrows, falling to the ground.
"Count the supplies, continue on the road."
All road bandits were killed.
As Zhang Feng changed clothes, he looked at the trucks moved by ignition.
Honestly, if it weren’t for the problem with these wasteland roads, Zhang Feng would have liked to drive these beautiful heavy trucks.
Even though they consume a lot of power, there are plenty of batteries.
With this wave of road bandits coming, there’s even more, but the road isn’t suitable.
The convoy continues to drive.
And during the next day’s rest, Master Sun also helped Zhang Feng modify a ’convertible’ off-road vehicle.
Specifically, Zhang Feng removed the roof and placed the sunshade cloth and batteries at the back.
The front is a two-person seat.
Zhang Feng drives alone, enjoying the sun while driving.
When sleeping during the day, he temporarily attached the roof and had someone else drive.
This way, he can soak up the sun, increase his constitution, while heading towards his destination.
Zhang Feng is very happy.
Zhang Feng is not happy."
Because when he woke up in the afternoon, the weather was very gloomy.
It was about to rain."
Too bad his calves are healed; otherwise, he could act as a weather forecast.
"Beard, come, drive."
Zhang Feng is not in a good mood and doesn’t want to drive.
He called Beard over using the walkie-talkie.
Then reattached the roof, Beard took over.
Zhang Feng comfortably nestled in the passenger seat, watching the gloomy weather outside, feeling comfortable.
Beard took over and barely a moment passed.
Wild gusts of wind swept from all around, lifting the yellow sand into the sky.
The visibility was infinitely reduced.
Zhang Feng picked up the walkie-talkie, hearing that the signal was also interrupted a bit.
"Make adjustments first."
Zhang Feng repeated a few times, first having the convoy stop.
And opened the car door to get out, walking steadily in the gale, knocking on their glass to make them stop.
Seeing Brother Zhang fierce in the wind gave everyone a profound sense of safety.
Not long after, bean-sized raindrops also started falling, at least pressing down the sand, allowing everyone to get back on the road.
"Now, the water source is plentiful."
Zhang Feng, while staring at the gloomy rainy day, opened a bit of the window.
This opening let in a wave of heat and humidity that made everyone uncomfortable.
But Zhang Feng didn’t mind; instead, he used his hand to feel the rain and began visualization, experiencing that tingling sensation. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel{f}ire.net
This rain is problematic.
It has reinforcing attributes.
’The last apocalypse had strong winds, this apocalypse has heavy rain.’
Zhang Feng both realized and visualized,
’But compared to the Wind of Evolution, this rain’s strengthening is less, equivalent to a 1~3 point enhancement in constitution.’
Coming into the apocalypse for over two years, until today.
Zhang Feng completely analyzed this rain.
Although the constitution isn’t high, it’s somewhat an extra bonus and a ’universal opening’ for all characters.
Of course, the premise, like the Wind of Evolution, requires energy replenishment for enhancing through visualization.
’Opening knowledge of enhancement is increasingly crucial.’
Zhang Feng is satisfied because this kind of basic constitution afforded by the ’opening’ allows his martial arts to exert greater force."
It’s akin to multiplication."
As the convoy proceeded slowly, the heavy rain lasted the entire afternoon and showed no signs of stopping.
And it was nighttime, making the road even darker now.
Especially with the headlights, and hearing the downpour flowing along the glass and sunshade cloth.
Now nothing could be seen."
Beard, seeing this situation, sighed a little and looked towards Zhang Feng in the passenger seat,
"Should we... keep going?"
A sound came through the walkie-talkie, as the rest in the cars listened.
Zhang Feng, while looking at the map, spoke after about ten seconds: "According to the map, around three kilometers northeast, there is an abandoned factory.
Let’s rest over there; it’s better than camping on the road."
"Alright..." Beard nodded.
"Brother Zhang said northeast, three kilometers..."
Other voices also came through the walkie-talkie.
Meanwhile, some combat personnel wrapped in thick raincoats got off the leading vehicles armed with flashlights to scout ahead.
To prevent vehicles from falling into any pit while driving at night.
Thunder still rumbles from above.
Zhang Feng glanced at the rain and opened some window gaps.
Strong, cold wind accompanied by bean-sized raindrops burst into the car.
The temperature is now around 2 degrees Celsius.
"Gah gah gah..." Beard was shivering with the cold wind and chattering teeth, "Limp man... close the window a bit, the professor is about to freeze to death..."
"Definitely can’t let the professor freeze." Zhang Feng laughed and closed the window, saying to the walkie-talkie, "I’ll lead from here, you all follow behind.
In case there’s someone in the factory ahead, or if there’s a Sun Beast sheltering from the rain.
If you rush in without knowing, that would be truly funny."