The convoy traveled south.

As they moved, they kept searching for suitable towns to use as supply collection points.

Unfortunately, finding a proper collection point these days was no easy task.

Larger towns obviously had more supplies, but the convoy didn't dare go near them.

Even though the Fair Convoy's strength now far exceeded what it had been at the start.

But for safety's sake, Squad Leader Chu weighed the pros and cons repeatedly before giving up.

This was also a major reason why the convoy had suffered zero Superhuman casualties so far.

Chu Che, as the captain, was just as cautious and timid as Chen Ye.

The convoy was nowhere near desperate enough to take such risks.

Besides, the supplies they'd gathered from the village earlier had replenished some of their stocks.

It was just that the village hadn't yielded much.

According to Chu Che's calculations, that village had likely already been picked clean by other convoys.

After all, it wasn't particularly dangerous, and being right by the roadside made it an easy target for any passing convoy.

He figured that almost every convoy that passed through would stop to check it out.

All of them operating on the principle of "shoot first, ask questions later" — see if there was anything worth grabbing.

Even with Chu Che's Eavesdropping Radio ability, he hadn't fully scouted the village's details.

After all, the Eavesdropping Radio's "Echo" ability wasn't omnipotent.

Fortunately, on the second day, the convoy finally came across a gas station.

This gas station stood alone by the roadside.

There were some towns further away, but they were quite a distance from the station.

This gas station had undoubtedly become the best fuel replenishment point available.

Seeing the gas station, the entire convoy pounced on it like a pack of starving wolves.

Survivors excitedly jumped out of their vehicles and began looting the station.

After all, some gas stations offered more than just fuel — some even had rest areas.

And rest areas naturally came with food and lodging.

Next to the gas station, there was also a decently sized convenience store.

The survivors charged toward it with shouts of excitement.

As for the locked door of the convenience store, that wasn't a problem at all.

The sound of shattering glass rang out as the crowd surged inside.

They didn't care even if the broken glass cut them.

Soon, shouts of surprise came from the convenience store.

"So much, so much food!"

"This is mine, don't fight me for it!"

"I saw it first!"

"There's cola too!!! Oh my god! I haven't had any in two years..."

"And cigarettes..."

"This is mine, and this is mine too..."

"Bullshit! Whoever grabs it owns it..."

Almost all the survivors had rushed into the convenience store.

Dozens of people crammed into a tiny store — the chaos inside was indescribable.

Soon, arguments and fights broke out.

Chu Che and Xue Nan couldn't be bothered to intervene.

After all, whatever these people grabbed would eventually be partially handed over to the convoy, and the rest would be spent within the convoy anyway.

Besides, Superhumans like Chu Che, Chen Ye, and Iron Lion didn't lack for supplies, so there was no need to fight with ordinary people over them.

As for why this gas station still had leftover supplies, not cleaned out by other convoys?

It was mainly because the Anomaly apocalypse had come too suddenly. In a short span of time, most of the world's cities had fallen into uninhabited wastelands.

More than ninety-five percent, or even ninety-nine percent of humanity had died or disappeared...

The number of people who escaped the cities was pitifully small.

Compared to the vast civilization and resources left behind by humanity, these few people were nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

Even if these survivors constantly gathered supplies every day, they couldn't possibly strip everything clean.

In fact, far more supplies lay forgotten in unknown corners, slowly rotting, expiring, and turning to dust.

Of course, the village they'd encountered a few days ago was just a rare exception.

Chen Ye and the others started refueling the vehicles.

Knowing how to "refuel" from a gas station was basically a basic survival skill for everyone in the apocalypse.

If this behavior had occurred before the apocalypse, it would have earned you free room and board in prison.

But now, in the apocalypse, no one cared about such things anymore.

After a quick operation, Chen Ye shoved the nozzle into the filler neck.

The pungent smell of gasoline surged into the Monster Pickup Truck's fuel tank.

The parched tank, like dried-up soil, greedily absorbed every drop of fuel without wasting a single one.

Chen Ye even noticed a tentacle, at some point, sprawled comfortably over the rear wheel.

The countless suction cups on the tentacle kept relaxing and expanding, as if savoring a long-awaited release of comfort.

After the journey through the new world, Chen Ye realized that even his 160-liter fuel tank was still too small.

A 160-liter tank, before the apocalypse, would have given Chen Ye plenty of security.

Back then, gas stations were everywhere, and a 160-liter tank was enough to let him run wild.

But things were different now.

Chen Ye looked around and spotted a few cars parked nearby.

He grabbed Hatred and walked over.

"Hey, Yezi, what are you doing?"

"Nothing much. Just pulling some fuel tanks."

Chen Ye raised his knife.

If the System handled all the materials to upgrade the fuel tank, the quote would probably be sky-high.

But if he gathered the materials himself and only asked the System to adapt them, the quote would drop significantly.

That was Chen Ye's plan — dismantle a few fuel tanks.

He'd earned a small amount of Slaughter Points from the fight with the Raincoat Anomaly back in the village.

Right now, Chen Ye had a little over three thousand Slaughter Points.

Upgrading the fuel tank shouldn't be a problem.

Chen Ye flipped a sedan over.

Over the past few days, he'd noticed that his left hand had become significantly stronger after practicing the Blood Moon First Set of Broadcast Calisthenics.

While not as exaggerated as Iron Lion's, it was still much stronger than before.

After all, his Sequence wasn't focused on physical training like Iron Lion's.

Locating the fuel tank, Chen Ye started cutting with Hatred.

His rough handling made him look like a car butcher.

With a swift chop, he cut the fuel tank clean off the bottom of the car.

After cutting it off, he realized the sedan's tank still had some fuel left.

Not one to waste anything.

Chen Ye grabbed a bunch of bottled water bottles from the Monster Pickup Truck's bed.

Then he poured all the remaining fuel into those bottles.

Since Chen Ye had been diligently collecting these plastic bottles.

He still had quite a stockpile.

He even had two large water jugs meant for water dispensers.

Each of those jugs held about nineteen liters.

Such water dispenser jugs were precious resources in the apocalypse.

Back in the Oasis, these jugs had been quoted at a hefty price.

Even Chen Ye only had two.

Thinking it over, Chen Ye poured out the water from both jugs and filled them with fuel instead.

Too bad there wasn't much fuel in that tank.

After finishing with the tank, Chen Ye set his sights on the other nearby cars.

That was when he noticed Gong Yong had appeared at some point.

That guy moved like clockwork — in the blink of an eye, he'd already pulled a fuel tank from one car and dismantled the batteries from two electric vehicles.

Just in the time it took to glance over.

That guy had already started working on a fourth car.

His movements were so fast they were like a blur, as if the structure of every car was already mapped out in his head, requiring no extra thought.

Chen Ye was furious. "Holy shit! Leave me at least one!"

With that, Chen Ye charged toward the fifth car.

According to convoy rules, this was a first-come, first-served situation.

Gong Yong was dismantling these parts to modify the convoy's vehicles.

Chen Ye couldn't be a jerk and tell Gong Yong to stop and leave the rest for him.

The fifth car was an electric vehicle, with a huge battery pack underneath.

Chen Ye carefully used Hatred to cut it free.

Perfect. His Monster Pickup Truck's current battery capacity was way too small.

This battery would be just right.

He'd have the System adapt it later.

Gong Yong watched Chen Ye's butchery-like behavior, wincing with every cut.

He wanted to tell Chen Ye he was like a cow chewing peonies.

But after thinking it over, he kept his mouth shut.