"Sir, give my mother some water to drink. She wants to vomit because she is too thirsty."

The soldier smiled and whipped him hard again, causing Wang Quanli to roll on the ground in pain and break out in a cold sweat.

"Ha! When I asked you to take the second awakening potion, you all ran faster than dogs. Now you still want to be filial, right?" He stepped on Wang Quanli's head and crushed it with the sole of his shoe: "Your mother is so thirsty, do you want me to pee on her?"

After hearing what the soldier said, Wang Quanli's face suddenly turned red, the veins on his neck bulged, his head stiffened, and his pair of bloodshot eyes looked at the soldier.

"Hey, you're still not convinced, right? I fought hard to become a superpower! How dare you, a commoner, show your teeth to me?"

The soldier used some strength on his feet, but found that he still could not step on Wang Quanli's head. He grabbed the assault rifle hanging on his back and pressed the muzzle of the gun against Wang Quanli's head.

Wang Quanli was breathing heavily and looked at the civilians in the truck, but he found that they all avoided his gaze and did not dare to look at him.

They were afraid that the soldiers would vent their anger on them.

The hot blood burning in his chest suddenly cooled down.

"waste!"

The soldier hit him in the face with the butt of his rifle, knocking him to the ground, and then spat on him before leaving.

The other civilians gathered around and helped him up, their faces full of guilt.

They are like sheep, and the fear of superpower soldiers and weapons has long been ingrained in their hearts.

"Just be patient. There's no benefit in provoking them now."

"Yes, we are powerless to resist, and we don't know what the outcome will be."

"They must have forced us to take the Second Awakening Potion!"

"That would kill you."

"I really hope that an evil species will attack right now and destroy everyone!"

"Exorbitant hopes... Haven't you noticed that the number of evil species seems to have decreased recently?"

"Indeed... I haven't seen any evil seeds in a few months."

"That's not our concern. When we get back, we'll be tortured and abused, and then forced to drink 'poison,' leaving our lives to fate."

As everyone talked, a rather negative atmosphere was spreading.

The small commotion on the truck bed soon subsided.

The convoy continued to move from north to south.

When passing by the urban ruins, it just brushed past the edge of the city and then galloped towards the west. A gentle breeze came towards it, and except for the radioactive dust mixed in it, it was no different from the old era.

This place is located in a low-lying area on the edge of the city, and every few dozen steps you can encounter a gurgling stream.

Because of the abundant water, the ruins on both sides of the road are covered with lush climbing plants, covering the wounds brought to the city by war and time under the green leaves.

The lush branches even blocked out the sky, and they seemed to be driving in the forest.

Just when the convoy was halfway towards Shelter 36.

The driver in front suddenly braked hard and stopped.

After jumping out of the car, the driver ran forward, staring at a corpse on the ground, tilting his head slightly, confused.

"what happened?"

Someone inside the car leaned out and shouted.

"Our people are dead!" the driver responded loudly.

"Fuck! What's so good about dead people? It would be really strange if there were no deaths every day. Get in the car and keep on going!"

"But he seems to be the one transporting supplies to the front line."

The driver jumped in and continued, "But the supply truck is gone. Isn't that strange?"

The other man stroked his chin and finally said, "Listen, whether it's strange or not, it's none of our business. Our mission is—"

The man pointed at the convoy behind him and said, "Send the civilians we captured back and collect the reward. General You Wuchang is responsible for all other matters. What are you worrying about? You are overstepping your bounds!"

“I like the word transcendence.”

The driver laughed, threw a crystal source core into the engine, pulled up the power, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped away.

A moment's work.

The driver noticed something strange.

A supply transport truck...is turning and heading south.

"Holy crap!" the driver yelled. "Damn it! Someone's reselling our supplies from Shelter No. 36!"

The driver's imagination successfully attracted the attention of other soldiers.

The loaded truck deviated from the route and headed south.

"South... isn't that the location of Titan No. 8?" someone reminded.

"Parrots! He killed the driver, resold our supplies, and let our soldiers starve. That bad guy wanted to make a quick buck and run away!"

"We must get justice!"

"I agree, but I can't do it for nothing."

"It can only be understood but not expressed in words."

"Come on, move and catch up!"

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