Apocalyptic Extraordinary Convoy, I'm really not weird!

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On a highway in a certain country on Blue Star.

Su Ye pedaled hard, feeling the subtle sound of the chain rubbing against the pedals.

Sweat gradually soaked his clothes, but he still didn't turn on the power assist function of the electric bicycle.

He had abandoned his motorcycle at the last supply point because he couldn't find fuel, and picked up this moped whose owner was now dead.

His soaked clothes allowed him to clearly feel the rough texture of the backpack on his back.

The bag contained all his belongings: half a kettle of water, a bunch of empty mineral water bottles, two compressed biscuits, a fire axe that had been polished to a shine, and a bundle of sturdy nylon rope.

Su Ye's gaze swept over the other scattered vehicles and hikers in the group.

Someone was pushing a creaking shopping cart piled high with miscellaneous items;

Someone was riding a bicycle that made a lot of noise, and his face was sallow.

Most people walked, each step revealing deep exhaustion, their eyes numb or flickering with unease.

Only a small number of vehicles, as well as tricycles and motorcycles.

In the third month of the apocalypse, order had long since collapsed, and simply surviving had become the greatest luxury and the heaviest burden.

With firearms rendered ineffective, cities turned into ghost towns, and humanity fell from the top of the food chain to become prey.

Only those who have awakened the mysterious power of the "Sequence" possess the ability to resist the "weird".

Unfortunately, he wasn't.

He was just Su Ye, an ordinary person who had managed to escape the city amidst the initial chaos and survived to this day through caution and a bit of luck.

If you can't get gasoline, finding this electric scooter that can still be pedaled and charged is already incredibly lucky.

At the very least, it can provide a burst of speed when necessary.

He looked up and gazed ahead.

At the very front of the convoy, a modified armored personnel carrier with peeling paint looked like a silent behemoth, its eight wheels steadily pulling its massive body along the asphalt road.

On the roof of the armored vehicle, the leader of the survivor squad stood motionless, holding binoculars.

His name is Chen Shou. It is said that he used to be a geological explorer. After the apocalypse, he awakened a perception-type sequence of extraordinary abilities.

He could sense strange situations over a very wide area and direct the team's direction.

At that moment, he raised one hand, and the entire convoy slowly came to a stop.

The sounds of engines, wheels, and voices gradually faded away, leaving only the sound of the wind sweeping across the wilderness, carrying a faint, inhuman wail from afar.

"Qinghe Town is just ahead."

Chen Shou's voice came through a loudspeaker, sounding somewhat distorted.

"The usual rules."

Old Zhao, Lin Wei, you take the men inside.

Be careful and find a supply point as soon as possible, prioritizing food, medicine, and fuel.

Anyone else who wants to go in, go ahead and find what you need. Don't be greedy, and definitely don't make any noise.

One hour later, no matter how many were found, everyone must return to the town entrance to gather.

I won't wait for those who arrive late.

A twenty-year-old girl jumped off a modified off-road vehicle. She was Lin Wei, an extraordinary ice-type character. Before the apocalypse, she was a student. She was wearing sportswear, revealing her outstanding appearance, but she exuded an aura as cold as ice.

She didn't speak, but simply raised her hand, and several thin, cicada-wing-like ice crystals, their edges gleaming with coldness, condensed in the air and swirled around her.

On the other side, the skinny old Zhao coughed twice and got out of the pickup truck. Wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and flip-flops, he looked like a rural old man in his sixties or seventies. In fact, he was indeed a rural old man before the apocalypse. It was said that he had been wearing that t-shirt for more than ten years.

The voice of team leader Chen Shou came through the loudspeaker on top of the armored personnel carrier again:

"Let me reiterate!"

There is a strange activity in the town, numbering as many as ten. If you are discovered by the strange creatures, evacuate immediately.

Lin Xiao and Old Zhao led the team in to search for supplies, focusing on food, medicine, clean water, and any useful tools!

Those who are willing to go in are responsible for their own lives and deaths; whoever finds the item keeps it.

Those who dare not go in, stay outside the town and keep watch, and follow my instructions!

A commotion broke out in the ranks.

Some people were eager to get started, examining the simple weapons in their hands: sharpened iron pipes, sticks with kitchen knives tied to them, and even bows and arrows.

Many others looked hesitant, instinctively shrinking their necks and moving closer to the center of the line.

Entering a complex of buildings where strange things might exist is like dancing on a knife's edge.

Su Ye licked her chapped lips.

A faint emptiness in his stomach reminded him that the two compressed biscuits wouldn't last much longer, and there wasn't much water left.

Although Old Zhao and Lin Wei are strong, they can't possibly take all the supplies.

Following them would at least be safe, and we could also pocket the supplies they couldn't take.

Before long, a group of more than twenty people silently assembled and followed Lao Zhao and Lin Wei into the desolate town.

Su Ye carefully adjusted his position, placing himself in the middle of the group, not too far behind the two extraordinary individuals, about three or four ordinary people's lengths away.

In this position, there are superhumans acting as a warning and barrier in front of him. Even if there is a strange attack, he will not be the first to be hit, since there are three or four other people blocking him.

Behind them were many ordinary people, providing another layer of buffer.

Or rather, it's a "meat shield" in another sense.

This is the survival wisdom he gleaned from his months of struggling through the apocalypse, a wisdom belonging to ordinary people.

The town was eerily quiet, with only the mournful sound of gusts of wind whistling through the broken doors and windows.

The group moved slowly because Lao Zhao and Lin Wei, who were walking at the front, were not simply leading the way.

They constantly sensed changes in their surroundings, especially any eerie atmosphere, to prevent a direct encounter with anything supernatural.

Most of the shops along the way had their doors wide open, and the inside was a mess.

But just as Su Ye had predicted, for the two extraordinary individuals who possessed the power of sequences and whose goal was to access the town's core resources, the leftovers from these roadside shops were not worth their time.

Their silence and lack of warning action indicated that the shops were safe.

Although these small shops were not to their liking, they were very tempting to ordinary people.

As a result, people couldn't resist leaving the group and sneaking into shops that seemed to have been looted, but perhaps still had some items left behind.

Su Ye was no exception, but he had his own judgment.

He specifically chose places where the doors were broken, and there were obvious scattered supplies or even dried bloodstains on the ground.

He thought in reverse: since there was no warning when the superhuman passed by, it means there are no living monsters inside at this moment;

The bloodstains found in these places are likely from locations where collectors were killed in mysterious attacks while exploring.

While others were afraid of these obviously terrifying places, for Su Ye,

There's a good chance those collectors' packages will be left there—it's like a package delivered right to your door!

His experience proved true once again, but after exploring three or four slightly eerie little shops...

His backpack, which held over 100 liters, was already half full of supplies.

There were some instant noodles, bottled water, milk, juice, dried noodles, and even a few cans of fish and fruit.

There were also some medicines and bandages, but I didn't check what kind of medicine they were before stuffing them all into the small pouch on top of my backpack.

What a bumper harvest! If we eat these supplies sparingly, they should last for at least half a month.

The procession continued for about five minutes, gradually approaching the town center.