Survival in Sequences: Eighteen Years Old, Slaying Monsters Like Horses

The convoy moved slowly, but no one complained, because only in this way could the convoy's safety be guaranteed.

These past few days, the convoy has been turning around and around without any apparent pattern, sometimes accelerating and sometimes decelerating, but it has never encountered anything strange.

Xu Si deduced that the team must have a way to avoid the strange occurrences, and the most likely explanation was that the team possessed a sequence of extraordinary abilities, which was also the guess of all the survivors in the team.

It is a consensus that only those with extraordinary sequences can combat the bizarre.

This is also why Xu Si did not leave the team.

Because there is a high probability that the extraordinary awakening sequence he needs is located here.

Only in the convoy of superhumans could he possibly survive, fulfill his promise to his parents, and find his sister.

While he was still in a daze, the convoy in front of him suddenly stopped. Fortunately, Xu Si braked in time and avoided hitting the motorcycle in front of him.

"The convoy will rest here. Tomorrow we will reach a small town; the danger level is moderate. Those who need to replenish supplies should not miss this opportunity!"

As soon as the loudspeaker in front of the Mengshi finished speaking, Xu Si saw a handsome young man get out of the passenger seat of the Mengshi. It was none other than Fu Xiaojian, the team leader.

An elderly man who looked like a butler pulled open a camping canopy from the side of the Warrior, and then took out a table and chairs from the trunk and set them up.

Then, a scene that left Xu Si speechless appeared: the butler actually took out a hand-cranked coffee machine from the car and started making coffee.

That's absolutely outrageous.

Is this an Italian?

Perhaps only Italians would have a cup of coffee while on the run.

However, the other survivors seemed to have taken it all in stride, and they all took out their supplies and began preparing food.

Every rest stop is a rare opportunity to relax. If you don't take this chance to rest properly, you never know how long you'll have to travel once you start your journey.

Xu Si parked his electric scooter outside the convoy, took out a modified Red Bull can and an enamel mug from the delivery box, poured half a bottle of water into it, and started making dinner.

This is an outdoor skill he learned on Douyin (TikTok), and now he's putting it to use.

A small candle or a block of alcohol, or even just some sawdust or dry firewood, is enough to boil a pot of water, which is a rare treat for survivors.

The small delivery box contained the supplies he had collected along the way, which were almost gone after so many days of consumption.

If they can't find supplies in towns, not only him, but the rest of the caravan probably won't be able to hold on either!

Several cars had already fallen behind along the way due to lack of battery power.

The takeout box was nearly empty. All that was left was half a bag of whole wheat bread, a bag of puffed snacks, two compressed biscuits hidden close to his body, and a bag of braised beef noodles that he had been hiding under the seat and hadn't been able to bring himself to eat.

There's still a bottle and a half of water left; I just splurged half of it to cook noodles.

He picked up quite a few empty bottles along the way, crushed them all, and threw them into the takeout box.

As for other supplies, there weren't many either: a small knife for cutting takeout; a takeout uniform, the one he was wearing had gone bad but he couldn't bear to change it; a raincoat provided by the takeout station; and some commonly used medicines that takeout workers usually carry. These were the most valuable things he had on him at the moment.

In addition, there were several boxes of condoms and several boxes of medicine that he had kept on hand.

This was certainly not prepared for him, but for customers with urgent needs.

After all, he had encountered far too many bizarre nicknames, and these two were the most urgent.

When the water in the enamel mug boiled, Xu Si threw the bread in.

The rich aroma of noodles immediately filled the air.

He will definitely enter the town tomorrow, and encountering something strange is almost inevitable.

He wasn't sure if he would survive, so it was only natural for him to have a good meal now.

He swallowed hard, then tore open the seasoning packet and sprinkled the powder inside little by little into the enamel mug.

It smells fucking good!

Won't this attract something eerie?

Perhaps only the younger version of myself can empathize with him now.

Even from a distance, Xu Si could still hear the sounds of swallowing rising and falling in the camp.

Even the core members at the front of the convoy who smelled the aroma looked over.

However, no one came to steal it.

The first rule of motorsports: equivalent exchange.

This is another important reason why Xu Si did not leave the team.

A relatively peaceful convoy is extremely rare for all survivors.

Such a team is the most suitable for Xu Si, who is currently quite weak.

"Hey, little brother, you're eating well. I have some of my used stockings here. Shall we swap?" A shapely young woman with half of her legs exposed walked up to Xu Si without him noticing.

Xu Si recognized the young woman; she had been sitting behind the motorcyclist in front of him.

The motorcyclist was a burly man with a flowery neck, who was standing not far away with a threatening expression.

"Shameless!" Xu Si seemed to hear a sarcastic remark from afar, but he didn't care who it was referring to.

"roll."

Xu Si didn't even look up, focusing intently on stirring the instant noodles in the enamel mug with his chopsticks.

Are these women's brains filled with shit?

Do you really think I'm a simp?

Or do you think this is still before the end of the world?

He didn't have this kind of fetish even before the apocalypse, and besides, he'd been wearing it for so long that it'd already fermented.

He could smell the sour, rotten odor from a great distance; it was even stronger than if he hadn't showered for a month.

Undeterred, the woman leaned closer, her voice even sweeter. She knew exactly how to charm these innocent young men.

"Hey bro, don't be so heartless. I don't just have stockings, I have fun stuff too..." she said, thrusting forward with her two big headlights on her chest.

Xu Si felt a bit physically uncomfortable.

Having not showered for so long, and being so close to him, the smell assaulted his very senses.

"I said, get lost. If you come any closer, I can't guarantee your safety."

Although the team discourages taking action, no one will interfere if there is a reason for it.

The woman was intimidated by his gaze, pouted sullenly, and swayed away, her voluptuous waistline attracting the attention of the survivors.

"Ungrateful..." the young woman muttered, but still didn't dare to do anything.

The burly man waiting to the side had long been itching to make a move, but he was held back by the slutty woman, and the two of them were plotting something to each other.

Xu Si ignored them and quickly and carefully ate his "last supper".

The hot soup brought a false sense of warmth, slightly dispelling the chill and fatigue that had seeped into my bones.

The little bit of "surplus" he had just revealed had probably already attracted the covetous eyes of some people in the convoy. He glanced at the two people staring at him with resentment, and made a plan in his mind.

He promised his parents he would change after dropping out of high school.

But at this moment, the ferocity hidden deep within his heart was about to erupt.

In this apocalyptic world, kindness and weakness will ultimately be the two sharp swords that punish us.

Unfortunately, he didn't have either of those things.

Within this convoy, the "equivalent exchange" rule established by Fu Xiaojian temporarily maintained order.

But rules are fragile, especially when resources for survival are dwindling.

Supply points are precisely where these survivors settle their personal grudges.