Sequence Highway Survival: I Upgrade Supplies in the Apocalypse-Chapter 295: Boss Gao: I Don’t Dare

"You still think this is before the apocalypse?" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"This idiot..."

"You still want me to find the vehicle and come find you? Go dream your mother's dumbass dream!"

"I have a vehicle now, and I have the talisman, hehe..."

"The world is vast, where can't I go?"

Old He excitedly stroked the Monster Pickup Truck's steering wheel, his eyes gleaming with light.

Boss Gao told him to find him after finding the vehicle.

Boss Gao was trying to stabilize Old He, so he could go report to Chen Ye.

Little did he know, wasn't Old He also stabilizing Boss Gao?

After separating from Boss Gao, Old He immediately began to act.

He just didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

Of course, Old He also didn't expect Boss Gao's actions to be as swift as his own. After he left, Boss Gao immediately sold him out.

Perhaps it was because of his previous life in the Apocalyptic Fortress that made Old He's understanding of Anomalies somewhat one-sided.

The Apocalyptic Fortress and the convoy were different.

Life in the convoy was constant migration, constant fleeing, so the convoy had a sense of urgency.

The survivors' understanding of Anomalies was much more dangerous.

Life in the Apocalyptic Fortress also had a sense of urgency, but not that feeling of desperate flight.

The Apocalyptic Fortress's method of avoiding Anomalies relied on those talismans carved on the fortress's iron walls.

These talismans could isolate the aura of living people.

Several times, the Apocalyptic Fortress had been very close to Anomalies, but each time it narrowly and dangerously avoided them safely.

This resulted in the survivors within the Apocalyptic Fortress having far less fear of Anomalies than the convoy survivors.

But in terms of safety, the convoy with a pathfinder was definitely countless times safer than the Apocalyptic Fortress.

If it weren't for Chen Hao assisting nearby, the Apocalyptic Fortress might not have been able to keep so many people alive.

Moreover, once encountering some special Anomalies, perhaps not a single person in the Apocalyptic Fortress would survive.

This was also why Huang Di had to tie himself to Chen Hao.

Furthermore, there was another important reason: those talismans on the Apocalyptic Fortress's iron walls that shielded the aura of living people were not perpetual motion machines.

They also needed energy infusion to maintain their effect.

Of course, all of this was unknown to Old He.

Huang Di also couldn't possibly tell these things to ordinary survivors.

The talisman Old He obtained was merely one he luckily found after the Apocalyptic Fortress was shattered by the Resentment Dragon.

Seeing the talismans every day, Old He was naturally extremely familiar with them.

This talisman was also one of the reasons and the confidence Old He had to dare leave the convoy.

"Dumbass, didn't even lock the vehicle, hehe... I got lucky this time."

Old He excitedly examined the interior environment of the vehicle.

Little did he know, right above his head, a tentacle the size of a baby's arm was suspended.

As Old He's head moved, this tentacle also constantly adjusted its direction, ensuring it wouldn't be seen by Old He.

At the same time, from beneath the driver's seat, from the gaps under the Gas Pedal and brake, several tentacles extended. These tentacles were both excited and timid towards the aura of a living person.

One tentacle cautiously touched Old He's pants.

The suckers on those tentacles continuously contracted and expanded, seeming to be in extreme excitement.

Old He, at this moment, didn't pay any attention to these details at all, his eyes only gleaming as he looked at the food on the back seat.

"Damn, so much food, these Superhumans are really fucking extravagant..."

Although this vehicle was still far inferior to those comfortable RVs from before the apocalypse.

In Old He's eyes, it was already quite satisfactory.

Especially the food on the back seat.

Old He grabbed a bag of bread, impatiently tore it open, and took a huge bite, chewing fiercely.

The soft, sweet feeling filled Old He's taste buds.

Old He felt that even paradise was no better than this at the moment, enjoying it so much he made "hmph hmph" sounds, even squinting his eyes.

Little did he know, Old He's behavior seemed to give all the tentacles a signal.

A tentacle slowly extended to Old He's eyes. Old He was currently intoxicated by the fragrant, soft bread.

Although this bread had been expired for a long time, and even tasted a bit strange.

But in Old He's mouth, it still felt incredibly sweet.

The last time he ate bread was before the apocalypse, at least over a year since he had eaten such food.

Because of this, all of Old He's attention was concentrated on his taste buds.

His mouth also made "hmph hmph" sounds of satisfaction.

On the tentacle suspended before Old He's eyes, the suckers slowly opened, those tiny sharp teeth, layer upon layer, spreading open.

In the next instant.

All the tentacles seemed to receive an order, attacking simultaneously.

First, one tentacle directly wrapped around Old He's head and glasses.

Then another tentacle wrapped around Old He's neck.

Others wrapped around Old He's waist, thighs.

Old He was startled awake, struggling frantically. The Monster Pickup Truck also swayed left and right with Old He's struggles.

Old He felt as if something had bitten his eyes.

On his waist, hands, legs, tiny sharp teeth pierced into his body.

Old He didn't know what these things were.

He wanted to shout, wanted to scream.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, a tentacle probed into his mouth, following his throat all the way to his stomach...

Incidentally sending the incompletely chewed bread crumbs in his mouth into his stomach...

A living person, entangled, twisted, and dragged by these tentacles towards the passenger side glove box.

Yes, the glove box.

The glove box's volume couldn't possibly fit an adult.

But if someone were looking at this glove box now, they would find it pitch black inside, as if it were an endless Abyss.

Countless tentacles, like a rude Burly Man, when Old He got stuck at the glove box opening.

These tentacles increased their strength, brutally, cruelly, dragging this adult Old He inside.

Old He felt the bones in his body being squeezed by these unknown things, making "creaking" sounds.

A few minutes later...

The Monster Pickup Truck stopped its left-right swaying motion, becoming static, quietly parked in that inconspicuous spot.

Only a piece of expired bread with one bite taken out remained on the seat.

And a yellow talisman paper quietly lay on the vehicle's floor.

The car door had also been unintentionally opened during Old He's earlier struggle.

A tentacle stealthily extended over, hooked the door handle, and slowly closed the car door.

It seemed as if none of this had ever happened.

That Old He seemed to have never existed.

All traces of his existence were completely erased tonight.

Even if Xue Nan turned the convoy upside down, he couldn't find this person.

"Mr. Chen, Old He and I aren't close, he has nothing to do with me!"

Boss Gao cautiously accompanied Chen Ye.

A big shot from before the apocalypse, yet in front of Chen Ye, he didn't even dare to breathe heavily.

The two walked while talking towards the direction where the Monster Pickup Truck was parked.

"This plan sounds good. Why didn't you choose to cooperate with him, but instead came to tell me?"

Chen Ye didn't look back at Boss Gao, only feeling this question was somewhat interesting.

If it were another vehicle, perhaps today this so-called "Old He" would have really succeeded.

"I... I don't dare!"

Boss Gao said truthfully.

Two of my brothers were lost because of you, and I still dare to oppose you?

Am I an idiot?

As for revenge?

Hehehe...

"I remember, the deaths of your two brothers are somewhat related to me. Don't you want revenge?"

Boss Gao's head hung even lower.

"First: I don't dare. Second: there's no need!"

Chen Ye patted Boss Gao's shoulder, laughing heartily: "Good, you're a smart man."

Arriving by the vehicle, Chen Ye checked the condition of the Monster Pickup Truck.

He picked up the bitten expired bread from the seat and threw it to Boss Gao: "A reward for you, take it!"

Boss Gao was overjoyed, hurriedly grabbing it, his mouth repeatedly thanking: "Thank you, thank you, Mr. Chen!"

The convoy's supplies had always been tight.

Even though they had just gathered supplies not long ago, Xue Nan and Bald Old Li had no intention of opening up supply distribution.

Therefore, even this piece of expired bread, bitten by who knows who, Boss Gao treated as a treasure and hid it inside his clothes.

As for Old He's life or death.

He couldn't be bothered.

Just like that, the night passed with a scare but no real danger.

Early the next morning.

The white Fatty Huang Di brought his lackeys, full of imposing manner, and found Ding Dong.

He wanted to get back that Resentment Dragon Scale.

Based on Chen Ye and Chu Che's character, how could they possibly give it?

These two shameless guys were the most thick-skinned in the convoy.

But Ding Dong wasn't...