The waste is going to strike back

When they set off, Mu Xin and Yan Shaohui rode in Ming Xiche and his group's car.

Anyway, there are six people in Ming Xiche's team, and there are enough seats for the two of them.

The initial assignment was that Ming Xiche drove and Mu Xin sat in the passenger seat so that it would be easier to give directions.

But Yan Shaohui was not comfortable with letting Mu Xin sit alone with Ming Xiche, so he forcefully pulled Mu Xin to the back, and then Xiahou Shuo sat in the co-pilot seat.

As for Wang Jia and his friends, they didn't dare to sit with Mu Xin and Yan Shaohui, two evil stars. So the four of them simply got into another car and let Zhang Ting, who was a more stable driver, drive.

Mu Xin pulled away Yan Shaohui's wrist, which was tightly held by him, and warned him with his eyes not to cause any trouble.

Yan Shaohui blinked, indicating that he understood. However, he was thinking in his heart: Ming Xiche must not be allowed to be alone with Xiao Xin! Even if one is driving and the other is sitting in the passenger seat, it is not allowed!

Ming Xiche saw the eye contact between the two clearly through the rearview mirror, and he felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

Xiahou Shuo keenly felt that the aura of the people around him was a little different from usual. He turned his eyes from watching the situation on the roadside to look at Ming Xiche, only to find that Ming Xiche was looking at the rearview mirror.

Xiahou Shuo also shifted his gaze to the rearview mirror, and then saw Mu Xin and Yan Shaohui having a affectionate conversation with their eyes.

He snorted coldly, thinking that Mu Xin was really despicable.

Knowing that Yan Shaohui is the prince of the Yan family, do you want to put on a noble air and play hard to get to Yan Shaohui? Look at Mu Xin's despicable look of wanting to refuse but also wanting to accept. Ming Xiche's vision was really poor before!

Mu Xin knew very well that the eyes of the two people in front of him were vicious and sharp.

But Mu Xin remained calm. He looked out the window and said, "Ming Xiche, my home is in the suburbs of City A. It takes dozens of kilometers to get to the city center of City A."

"You mean, go to the department store in the city center?" Ming Xiche raised his eyebrows.

"That's not the case." Mu Xin stretched out his finger and drew a few times on the dusty car window.

"Don't be so mysterious. Just say it quickly." Xiahou Shuo said impatiently.

Yan Shaohui curled his lips, his tone full of danger, "Remember, it is you who need Xiao Xin's help now, not him who is asking you for help. So it's best to control your temper, otherwise the consequences will not be something you can bear alone."

He paused, and then said, "I can persuade you once, but not a second time."

Xiahou Shuo felt very aggrieved and wanted to complain to Ming Xiche, but he found that Ming Xiche had a cold expression and it was obvious that he would not stand up for him.

He was about to open his mouth to scold Mu Xin, but found that Mu Xin's dark pupils were staring at him. For some reason, his body trembled suddenly, and a fear and panic from the depths of his soul attacked Xia Hou Shuo, making his face pale in an instant, even paler than that of a terminally ill patient.

Seeing this, Mu Xin sneered, "Xiahou Shuo, what do you want to tell me? Why do you look like you want to say something but hesitate?"

Xiahou Shuo was brought back to his senses by Mu Xin's words. He stammered, "Um... it's nothing, it's okay..."

Mu Xin sneered and didn't look at him again.

Mu Xin then said, "I don't recommend going to the city. Not only are there a lot of zombies there, but it's also too tiring to go around in all the twists and turns. Now is the time to save gas, there's no need to go there."

"But there is a supermarket there, so the supplies should be abundant," said Yan Shaohui.

"You're right, but you overlooked one point. If these supplies are water, it's fine, but if they are canned food, then these things have expiration dates. It's been seven or eight months since the doomsday outbreak, and I'm sure a lot of food has already rotted. Even if you get it, it's useless, and it's equivalent to a wasted trip."

Ming Xiche parked the car on the side of the highway and looked at Mu Xin, whose expression was dull, in the rearview mirror. "So, what do you think?"

Mu Xin looked at the desolate scenery outside the window and replied, "When I went out before, I saw the army camping in the suburbs more than ten kilometers away from the old house. It seemed to be for training. Before the end of the world, the army was training intensively."

"I think the doomsday broke out suddenly, so they must have retreated in a hurry, so a lot of military supplies would have been left behind." Mu Xin curled his lips and drew a circle on the upper left corner of the car window where he had originally painted.

Yan Shaohui took a closer look and said, "Xiao Xin, is that a route map?"

Mu Xin: “Yeah.”

"Most military supplies have an extremely long shelf life. This is to ensure that when we face war one day, we can hold on until support arrives."

Xiahou Shuo pulled Ming Xiche's sleeve and said excitedly, "Then what are we waiting for? Go now!"

Ming Xiche ignored Xiahou Shuo, "Mu Xin, how can you guarantee that there are really supplies in the place you said?"

"Indeed, I can't guarantee it." Mu Xin smiled, a dark light flashing in his black pupils, "But you have to believe it, don't you? Because I am the only one who was born and raised in City A."

Ming Xiche gripped the steering wheel tightly with a complicated expression.

Just then, Zhang Ting and his team drove over.

Before, they had been following Ming Xiche's car. When they saw Ming Xiche suddenly stop the car, they didn't know what happened. They planned to wait at first, but this took too long.

Wang Jia was a little unhappy, so he urged Zhang Ting to drive the car to Ming Xiche and their car and ask what was going on.

"Boss, what happened?" Wang Jia rolled down the car window, then reached out and knocked on Ming Xiche's window. After the window was rolled down, he asked.

"It's okay. We discussed the destination."

"Have you decided where to go?" Zhang Ting asked.

Ming Xiche glanced back and replied, "To the military camp."

"Military camp? There is a military camp in City A?" Wang Jia found it a little unbelievable.

"Just come with me." Ming Xiche was too lazy to waste words, so he rolled up the car window, turned the car around and drove towards the military camp.