The convoy pressed forward.
The superhumans within the convoy grew increasingly vigilant.
The survivors, on the other hand, seemed excited.
After such a long time, they could finally see other people again.
Migrating through the apocalypse was like drifting across an endless ocean.
Sometimes, you'd even think the whole world had been reduced to just these few people.
This kind of loneliness could kill more effectively than the sharpest blade.
Chen Ye and the others finally caught a whiff of dampness in the air.
They hadn't seen the sea yet.
But this moist air was still strangely intoxicating.
Right then.
The sound of engines and motorcycles grew closer from afar.
Hearing this noise, everyone realized they were finally about to encounter another convoy.
As the engine sounds grew louder.
The crowd finally spotted a convoy.
This convoy was positioned to the right rear of the Fair Convoy.
One of the largest modified off-road vehicles led the pack.
The convoy had a decent number of people, maybe a few dozen in total.
They were all riding uniformly modified, post-apocalyptic-style off-road vehicles.
There were also countless menacing-looking motorcycles.
Calling them menacing was an understatement, because the modifications on these motorcycles were very distinctive.
The front ends and bodies were adorned with all sorts of skull decorations.
Some even had human skulls, real or fake, mounted on the front.
The largest off-road vehicle had a massive black iron front bumper, stained with dried bloodstains.
It looked like it had been through a brutal fight.
A flag was mounted on the roof of the off-road vehicle.
The flag featured a fierce black skull.
Even the vehicle's body was painted with skulls.
Among them, the largest vehicle wasn't exactly an off-roader—it was more like an engineering vehicle.
This vehicle looked like a hybrid modification of a bulldozer and a large truck.
Clearly, this vehicle was the core of the convoy.
With this vehicle as the center, the others scattered behind it.
This vehicle pulled up alongside Chen Ye's Monster Pickup Truck.
Even from this distance, Chen Ye could see that the driver was a girl with black lipstick.
The girl had neatly trimmed black hair at ear length. When the wind blew her hair, you could see several ear piercings.
Not just ear piercings, but also a nose ring and lip rings.
The girl was chewing gum at the corner of her mouth, looking exactly like a rebellious punk girl straight out of a movie.
Her face was painted deathly pale with makeup.
Words like rebellious, defiant, violent, and depraved instantly popped into Chen Ye's mind the moment he saw this girl.
Seeming to notice Chen Ye staring at her.
The girl chewed her gum and turned her head.
She saw Chen Ye's terrifying face—one blood-red eye, and the other a pitch-black empty socket.
She had originally wanted to see who she was dealing with, maybe intimidate them and see if there was anything worth looting.
But then she laid eyes on this guy.
The girl was momentarily stunned.
Chen Ye grinned, his smile dripping with malice.
He raised his right hand and made a throat-slashing gesture at his neck.
The girl across from him scowled.
That's supposed to be my damn line.
A Mohawk Teenager poked his head out from the vehicle's roof, letting out a bizarre, ear-piercing howl.
"Oooh, we missed the excitement at the Oasis, but we finally made it for the Return to the City Plan!"
"Oooh...~~~"
"Die, all of them will die, awesome!"
Behind him, a man in a black leather jacket, his lips also painted black, roared as he swung a baseball bat wildly.
With a sharp shriek, he rushed past the off-road vehicle, slamming the baseball bat heavily against another vehicle, producing a deafening crash.
This behavior seemed to bring the man immense pleasure.
Several grotesque figures poked their heads out of the window of that battered off-road vehicle, cursing furiously.
It was like those bored street kids who had to kick over every trash can they saw, finding their self-worth in the garbage flying everywhere.
The man charged past the apocalyptic off-road vehicle, heading straight for the Fair Convoy.
"Brothers, look, look what I've found!"
"Such a plump, juicy convoy—the women are all mine, and so are the supplies!"
"First strike wins, last strike loses!"
"Nobody steal my thunder!"
The man in the black leather jacket howled and charged forward with a bizarre screech.
With him taking the lead.
Several motorcycles immediately followed suit from their convoy.
Some of the riders were bare-chested, their skeletal frames showing.
Others were just sitting on their bikes in nothing but boxers.
And some were even wearing women's clothing.
The first impression this convoy gave was summed up in four words: "Monsters and Demons."
Chen Ye chuckled.
"Squad Leader Chu, it's not me looking for trouble this time—they're the ones coming to me!"
With that, Chen Ye patted the steering wheel.
A tentacle snaked out and helped Chen Ye hold the wheel steady.
Chen Ye directly opened the door, leaned out, and looked at the approaching "Monsters and Demons."
Chen Ye was a little excited.
After driving for so long, he finally got to stretch his muscles.
"Iron Lion, wake up and get to work!"
Chen Ye licked his lips, calling out to his companions with excitement.
Although these "Monsters and Demons" didn't seem that strong, and most of the guys behind the black leather jacket guy were probably ordinary people.
Chen Ye wasn't about to let his guard down.
Iron Lion seemed to have sensed this group of "Monsters and Demons" too.
The guy had been sleeping just now, but he was woken up by the noise.
On top of Chen Ye's call.
He couldn't go back to sleep.
He stood up from the roof of Bus Number Five.
Four arms, two heads, his face full of fury as he glared at the "Monsters and Demons."
The Pink-haired Girl glanced in the rearview mirror, then lost interest.
"Master!"
Zhou Xiaoxiao called out softly.
"It's fine. Let them play—nothing will happen!"
Ding Dong flipped through her notes without even looking up.
Gong Yong, on the other hand, wore a smug, gloating expression.
You could have picked anyone to mess with, but you had to choose this demon.
Xu Lina sat on the second floor of Bus Number Six, pressing down on her hat, apparently not interested in this kind of excitement either.
The man in the black leather jacket at the front was stunned.
He looked at Chen Ye, then at Iron Lion on Bus Number Five.
Then, under Chen Ye's utterly flabbergasted expression.
The man smoothly swerved his bike and said, with absolute conviction,
"Daddy, I was wrong, I'm sorry!"
Then, under the shocked gaze of Chen Ye and Iron Lion.
The motorcycle did a perfect one-hundred-eighty-degree U-turn and sped off.
The "Monsters and Demons" following behind were also stunned.
But that "stunned" lasted only zero-point-zero-zero-one seconds.
Then all the "Monsters and Demons" uniformly executed a perfect one-hundred-eighty-degree turn.
"Sorry!"
Three perfectly synchronized words came out of these freaks' mouths.
Then they all drove their motorcycles away in perfect unison.
They looked like they had practiced this routine a thousand times.
The entire process was buttery smooth.
Chen Ye was speechless for a long moment before finally squeezing out a sentence: "As expected, every convoy has its own way to survive!"
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