Apocalypse: I rescued the big boss with millions of supplies

As they left the rose garden, Long Yangyang glanced at the convoy following them in the rearview mirror and said speechlessly, "Lingling, how come I remember that Pang Ge only had Grandma Liu, Grandpa Qian, and another old man at his place?"

Where did the rest of these people come from?

Qiu Ling never expected that his plan to leave the hotel with Brother Pang Bo, Grandma Liu, Grandpa Qian, and others would result in so many people following him.

Qiu Ling's small face was furrowed, and she looked equally speechless: "Sister Long, they used to follow Brother Pang. But later they joined Wang Quan and the others."

When I went back to inform Brother Pang and the others, I learned that while we were fighting the mutated roses, Wang Quan and his group, who were still alive, had already run away.

No one at the hotel was notified at all.

When these people heard that we were leaving with Brother Pang, they shamelessly followed us.

Upon hearing this, Long Yangyang immediately became displeased: "Why should they follow behind us?"

Seeing Long Yangyang's sullen expression, Fu Muyu comforted her, "The road is right here. Can they choose not to follow it? Just ignore them."

Long Yangyang suddenly felt like she was being used. It turned out that while they were driving and crushing zombies in front, there were a bunch of people waiting to reap the benefits.

Seeing that Long Yangyang was still sulking, Fu Muyu reminded her, "If we encounter zombies again later, we don't need to clean them up ourselves. We can just run them over with a car."

Qiu Ling has already advanced, so the low-level zombie crystal cores aren't of much use to the two of us anymore; we have enough of them.

Hmm? Hearing Fu Muyu's words, Long Yangyang's eyes lit up. That's a great idea.

When the two of them encountered hordes of zombies while driving, they would run them over with their car, and use their superpowers to kill the zombies that weren't crushed.

So none of the zombies blocking the way escaped.

But with so many zombies blocking the way, how could the car possibly avoid missing one or two if it was going straight?

Perfect timing. There are other people following behind. Don't worry about Pang Bo's car; he can handle it. As for the others behind, well, if they're willing to follow, they'll have to bear the consequences themselves.

"Sister Long, a small group of zombies has appeared ahead, about twenty in total. Three of them are level one zombies, and the rest are low-level zombies."

Speak of the devil, and he appears; as Long Yangyang heard Qiu Ling mention quantity, a wicked smile curled at the corners of her mouth.

Space Blade swiftly dealt with three level-one zombies, and asked Xiao Fei to help collect crystal cores. Long Yangyang deliberately left five low-level zombies alive.

Seeing in the rearview mirror that the cars behind her had lost their way because of the zombies, Long Yangyang finally felt much more at ease.

Hmph, we'll have to see if they're willing to be the vanguard.

No longer paying attention to what was happening, Long Yangyang took out the seeds and began to force the watermelon to grow.

With such hot weather, nothing beats a chilled watermelon.

"Oh dear, Sister Long, the car behind us overtook us and pushed Brother Pang and his car to the back."

Unlike Long Yangyang, who stopped paying attention after disrupting the pace of the vehicles behind her with zombies, Qiu Ling kept a close eye on the situation behind her.

Brother Pang's car had been following them the whole time, but ever since some zombies escaped, those who came out of the hotel and followed them hoping to reap the benefits were indeed thrown into disarray.

But they weren't stupid either. After discovering that even if some had escaped, Pang Bo's car quickly shook off the remaining zombies, following closely behind Long Yangyang and her group.

They also knew that following closely behind Long Yangyang and her group's car was the safest option.

Qiu Ling clearly noticed that a car rushed up to them just as Brother Pang and his group were turning, forcibly pushing their car to the back.

"Wow—that's so shameless!" Long Yangyang complained.

"These people are really risking everything to survive." They were driving on the highway. If Brother Pang and his car hadn't given way, there would have been either a car accident or they would have gone off the curve, either dying or being seriously injured.

Why don't they fight zombies so hard? Now they're really something else.

"Hmph, they're only relying on Brother Pang's kind heart," Qiu Ling said sarcastically.

"Brother Fu, we'll reach the service area in about ten minutes. Shall we stop there?"

Fu Muyu nodded: "We've been walking for six hours. Let's check the service area. If there aren't many zombies, we can rest there and collect some gasoline while we're at it."

"Okay." Although Long Yangyang had a lot of gasoline in her space, the more of this consumable, the better.

Before the car even entered the service station, Qiu Ling already sensed the situation there: "There are twelve superhumans, all of them are beginner-level superhumans."

The superpowered individuals are expected to be divided into two groups: one group consists of three strength-type individuals and one speed-type individual; the other group consists of four strength-type individuals, one wind-type individual, one fire-type individual, and one space-type individual.

No zombies were found.

No zombies?! They've probably been taken care of by people who entered the service area, Long Yangyang thought to herself.

However, these people arrived first, and there was also a spatial ability user among them. I guess they probably took away most of the edible items from the supermarket in the service area.

"Are we still going in?" Long Yangyang asked, looking down and idly fiddling with her fingers. Her manicure had been gone for less than a week since the apocalypse began.

It's the fifth day since the apocalypse began. In two days, according to the novel's setting, there will be a heavy rain.

After the heavy rain, Earth's magnetic field will become chaotic, causing mobile phones and power supply systems to collapse. Most zombies will advance, with novice zombies evolving into level one zombies.

"Go in, why not go in? Who would complain about having too much gasoline?" Fu Muyu raised an eyebrow, stepped on the gas, and drove into the service area.

The three had just gotten out of the car when they encountered a group of four who were coming out of the service area supermarket.

"Hey bro, got your support?"

Long Yangyang looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the speaker was a tall, burly man with a full beard. Behind him were two short men, one fat and one thin. The last one was bald with a scar on his face, and he looked like someone who was not to be trifled with.

Fu Muyu nodded to them: "Do you have work permits?"

The bearded man waved his hand: "Hey, it's no use. A group of soldiers just came and filled up the car with gas, and then they took out four or five gas cans this tall."

The bearded man gestured to his chest to indicate the size of the oil drum, "They have spatial ability users; I guess they've siphoned off all the gasoline."

"Really? Are you kidding me?" Long Yangyang looked at the man in front of her suspiciously, clearly not believing what he was saying.

Such a large service area shouldn't have so few facilities.

Before Long Yangyang could finish speaking, the group of people following behind them entered the service area one after another.

Upon seeing Long Yangyang and the others, a pretty girl in her early twenties immediately complained, "You guys are going too far! Didn't you see how many people are behind us?"

"You're not even killing all the zombies before you keep driving forward?! Are you trying to kill us?!"