Sequence Highway Survival: I Upgrade Supplies in the Apocalypse-Chapter 272: Chen Ye, the Mischievous One
Chen Ye switched the radio channel outright.
He hadn't expected the others to do the same.
Apparently everyone already shared an unspoken understanding.
"That guy was so annoying, I really wanted to beat him up!"
The pink-haired girl’s first words were exactly that.
"Everyone, stop chatting. What time is it? If we don't hurry, we'll all die."
Captain Chu cut off the pink-haired girl's complaint.
"Captain Chu, what's going on?"
The pink-haired girl asked again.
Chu Che's tone was grave: "The weather. This weather is abnormal."
"Every time I sense the weather, it keeps changing!"
"I've never encountered weather like this before!"
"We need to get out of here as fast as possible!"
Chu Che didn't tell everyone the details of what he sensed.
Actually, it wouldn't have helped.
Because the weather he sensed was wildly unpredictable.
The weather an hour ago
and the weather an hour from now
already differed greatly.
He had never encountered anything like this.
The only accurate, reliable conclusion was that this place was no longer safe.
The faster they left this area, the better.
Chen Ye glanced at the Monster Pickup Truck's upgrade countdown.
Forty-nine hours remaining.
According to the System's upgrade rules,
minor upgrades usually didn't change an item's name.
Only when an upgrade was major would the item's name change.
If the vehicle currently running would become the Monster Pickup Truck, a Wonder ranked within the top thousand, then handling this nasty weather should be easy.
But there were still forty-nine hours left.
Rain hammered against the window glass, popping and crackling.
Raindrops hit the roof as well.
Their ears were filled with the white noise of the downpour.
...
Inside the Apocalyptic Fortress.
On the Fortress's third level, the very top.
A man in an impeccably tailored white suit sat upright before his seat.
A whole wall of bulletproof glass served as the window before him.
Calling it a cabin was an understatement;it was more like a luxurious office slash bedroom.
Outside, rain poured down in sheets.
The man sat by the window, calmly holding a steaming cup of coffee, a sharp contrast to the storm outside.
His face wore an imposing expression, as if born to command.
A man with that air—if he hadn't been some corporate boss before the apocalypse, he was certainly a high-ranking official somewhere.
One look and you could tell he was extraordinary.
Credit had to be given to the Fortress's strength.
Even while traveling such a rutted, broken mountain road, the third level remained remarkably stable.
Not a drop of the man's coffee had spilled.
On the Fortress's second level, about twenty survivors looked out the window with worry.
This compartment was slightly larger than the third-level cabin.
Some survivors sat in their seats, others stood at the windows, all anxious as they watched the weather.
As for the third level, it was the largest.
There were noticeably more people here, maybe forty or fifty, and their clothes were visibly more tattered, their complexions less rosy than those on the second level.
In the cockpit, two young drivers watched the torrential rain with tense expressions.
"Szzzz..."
A lanky man in festive red stood beside the two drivers, repeatedly fiddling with his radio.
He tuned through several channels, but there was no sound at all.
His face flushed slightly, as if he had been humiliated.
"Damn it, damn it, these commoners, these country bumpkins, these rubes, they actually refuse to communicate with the great His Majesty."
"If not for His Majesty, how would they even know what the Quotation Sequence is?"
"If not for His Majesty..."
"Country bumpkins, commoners, rubes!~~"
Thinking back to the impatient tones of those people earlier, the man grew angrier and angrier.
"Little Dezi..."
At that moment, the radio emitted that arrogant, bubbly voice.
The man's body shrank;a sycophantic expression flashed across his face.
"Your Majesty, Little Dezi is here. Please give your orders!"
"Mm, Little Dezi, how much longer until we leave this place?"
The red-clad Little Dezi glanced down the road, unsure what to say.
"Your Majesty, it should be about two more hours."
"Your Majesty, rest assured, as long as Little Dezi is here, I will ensure Your Majesty leaves safely. If Your Majesty is tired, perhaps take a rest?"
"Maybe by the time you wake up, we will have already left."
"Mm... I do feel a bit weary. Go take a rest. You should not disturb my sweet dreams!"
"Yes!~"
Little Dezi's expression immediately turned even more obsequious.
Even though he knew the so-called "His Majesty" couldn't see his face, he still sank to his knees and shouted into the radio, "Long live the emperor, long live the emperor, long long live the emperor!~~~"
The two drivers at the wheel twitched at the corners of their eyes but dared not utter a word.
...
Of course, Chen Ye had no idea what was happening inside the Apocalyptic Fortress. Chen Ye simply focused on driving.
Water on the mountain road accumulated more and more.
It greatly affected their driving speed.
To avoid being bothered by those two clowns,
everyone had simply left their radios off and floored the gas pedal to sprint away.
Another rumbling sound came again.
This time it was much quieter than before.
Chen Ye stole a glance and saw a landslide on the right-hand mountainside.
He slightly adjusted the wheel, and the Apocalyptic Pickup Truck pulled off a flashy drift, barely dodging the falling rocks and mud.
Ding Dong punched out with a single blow, blasting a path through.
The school bus followed along Ding Dong's treads.
As for the Apocalyptic Fortress at the rear,
that vehicle made no pretense and simply rammed the blocking rocks and mud aside.
Chen Ye's eyelids twitched.
Could this Apocalyptic Fortress also be a Wonder?
On the silent mountain road, a convoy of vehicles glowed, frantically charging forward along the path.
Like an arrow shot from a bow, they plunged into the darkness.
The fortress at the tail end of the convoy looked spectacular and eye-catching, bristling with sci-fi elements.
The mountains on both sides loomed like ancient beasts, ready to swallow the convoy at any moment.
The rain intensified.
Landslides occurred repeatedly along the slopes on both sides.
The pink-haired girl no longer dared sit inside.
That brat stood on the roof, gripping the Fire Dragon Sword, ready for any sudden situation.
Ding Dong also stood atop the panel van.
Chen Ye gripped the machete's handle, fully alert, and never stopped smoking Huazi.
From the rearview mirror, Chen Ye could clearly see the Apocalyptic Fortress steadily following the convoy.
This bastard rides our coattails while we do all the hard work.
The fortress's speed wasn't slow.
But it insisted on hiding behind us, waiting for us to pave the way.
It was simply...
When only you benefit by taking advantage of others, when do others get to take advantage of you?
Chen Ye's mischievous impulse was about to surface.
People always had boundless energy when scheming.
Even in such a dangerous and urgent situation,
Chen Ye's scheming impulses still showed no sign of stopping.
