Listening to the woman's screams outside the car fade into the distance, Meng De curled his lip.
Did she really think he was some endlessly merciful Buddha?
This was the apocalypse, sister!
He had no intention of taking in someone who was completely worthless to him! People like that would only become deadweight and hold him back.
For all he knew, she might even be some holier-than-thou saint who would get him killed someday!
So she wanted a free ride?
Not a chance!
Did she even have any hair?! Did she?!
The gas station Meng De was heading to was about ten kilometers from the residential complex.
Before the apocalypse, one press on the accelerator and he would have been there in ten minutes.
But now that it was the apocalypse, the whole trip had been a case of "cars ran ahead while zombies flew after them."
So merely reaching the gas station took more than half an hour.
Though it took a little longer, at least he had arrived safely. Ahem, safely landed.
But this SUV had officially reached the end of its role in today's outing.
Gas stations were divided into three grades according to their fuel reserves.
As the saying went, if you were going to take a dump, you had to make it a big one so the splash would be bigger.
Since he had finally come out, Meng De naturally headed straight for the nearest and largest first-grade gas station nearby—Hua Guo Petroleum! It supposedly held 120 to 180 cubic meters of fuel!
Before getting out, Meng De first swept the area with Telepathic Perception.
Although its range was only one hundred meters, and he could only see as far as the convenience store at the gas station entrance.
It still gave him a little more confidence.
There were not many zombies inside the convenience store, only seven or eight. Two of them were probably gas station employees.
Just in case, he still took out his Tang Sword.
For now, the Tang Sword was still his best weapon for close combat!
Since the apocalypse had descended at night.
Quite a few cars were jammed at the gas station entrance.
From Meng De's perspective, many of the people inside had turned into zombies. Having lost their minds, they had forgotten how to open car doors.
Trapped inside, they snarled at him.
Meng De was not polite about it either. He made an international gesture at them. "You. Come out!" (Imagine it with Teng-ge's vibe.)
Whether they understood the gesture or not, quite a few zombies became even more "furious" than before.
Tch! He had no energy to waste on them. If they would not come out, then they could stay there.
He walked toward the convenience store.
The fuel tanks were beneath the convenience store, so there was no avoiding it.
The moment he stepped inside, the zombies that heard him all charged at him.
Having not seen prey in a long time, they were as crazed as wild dogs that had spotted shit. Wait, why did that feel wrong somehow?
Before the ruthless Meng De had time to think further, he drew his Tang Sword and went at them with several vicious slashes.
Though he had not used it for several days, the Tang Sword remained sharp!
Killing zombies with it was as smooth as silk! Before long, he had dealt with all seven or eight zombies.
Following the principle of never leaving empty-handed—no, of conveniently taking what was available—Meng De did not forget to collect the little convenience store too.
Even a mosquito was still meat!
You never knew how expensive daily necessities were until you ran a household!
He also found a box of "passion fruit chewing gum" and some special little toys.
For example, a pink wire with a switch connected at one end and a pink oval object about the length of a middle finger at the other???
Wait, this gas station sold this stuff too?!
So the car got fueled up, and you got fueled up too—your car ran fast, and you got sent flying with pleasure. Killing two birds with one stone, huh?
As an upright gentleman, Meng De expressed his contempt and turned to leave... The box vanished.
Continuing downward, he found a back door in the supermarket that led to the underground fuel tank storage area.
But the door was locked tight. Meng De swung his Tang Sword, destroying the massive alloy lock.
An ordinary Tang Sword certainly could not have broken it, but his Tang Sword had been enhanced by the system.
The phrase "cutting iron like mud" was no exaggeration!
It was not that he was stupid and did not know to use a gun. Damn it, this was a gas station, brother!
There were hundreds of cubic meters of fuel stored behind it.
Fuck, if he fired a shot and something went wrong, the whole village might end up attending a feast.
Oh, wait. There probably were not enough people left in the village to make up a full table now...
After using Telepathic Perception to scan the area in advance and finding no problems, he finally went inside.
The basement had emergency lights to prevent accidents.
They lit up as soon as he entered.
Before him stood three large fuel tanks.
The tanks were marked "50m³."
Two held gasoline, while one held diesel! A total of 150m³!
Since one cubic meter equaled one thousand liters, there were roughly 150,000 liters of liquid petroleum here.
Just this fuel alone could easily fill 2,500 cars with sixty-liter tanks.
There was nothing else to say. Meng De grinned from ear to ear.
Collect it! Collect all of it!
For the foreseeable future, he would not have to worry about running out of liquid petroleum.
Of course, if it were not so far away and therefore not worthwhile, he would have wanted to collect all the petroleum in Donghai City.
Petroleum! It was also a scarce resource in the apocalypse!
Every bit used was one bit less.
But it was fine. Just because he had no opportunity now did not mean he would never have one later.
As his ability level rose, he believed his Personal Space would expand as well.
It would not be too late to collect it all then! It was not going anywhere anyway.
After comforting himself, Meng De left the gas station.
Next to the gas station was also a Kendeji restaurant.
This fast-food restaurant, which advertised twenty-four-hour service, had now completely shut down as well.
But the moment he walked inside, a zombie server wearing a Kendeji uniform charged at him.
She was a female server with delicate features and fair skin. Her long legs, exposed beneath the work uniform that only reached her thighs, were wrapped in black stockings, looking seducti—uh, miss, could you stop opening your mouth? Your blood-streaked teeth are disgusting me. "Hoh hoh hoh!" (Finally, a living person! So fragrant!)
Also, not "miss." Although customers were gods, was it really appropriate for you to rush over so enthusiastically to welcome me when it was already the apocalypse?
"Hoh hoh hoh!" (I can finally eat the flesh of a god!)
Meng De: ...
To repay her enthusiasm, Meng De sent her straight to the Western Paradise with a backhanded slash.
As for the other server, she was an auntie whose thighs were nearly as thick as his waist. Ugh.
Considering the women at home, they might get tired of eating fish and meat every day and no longer want it, so Meng De decided to take these fried chicken machines home too.
Whenever they wanted fried chicken, they could change things up a little.
After all, eating nothing but fish and meat was not healthy for physical development either! (Aren't I shameless? Smash me to death with your tickets!!! I, Meng De, would rather break than bend!!!)
Worth mentioning was that, perhaps because this Kendeji restaurant had been preparing to replace its equipment when the apocalypse descended.
There happened to be a brand-new set of fried chicken equipment in the storage room out back.
Nice!
Now this was perfect!
Most people had a tendency to like the new and hate the old.
But Meng De was an exception. Not only did he like new things, he liked intact ones, especially the kind covered with a layer of pink film. If they also knew a few technical tricks, that would be even better.
With a wave of his hand, he put the new equipment into his Personal Space.
He turned and was just about to leave the Kendeji restaurant when, in the next second, he saw through the window that a group of zombies had gathered at the gas station entrance at some point.
There were densely packed numbers of them. At a glance, there were probably over a hundred.
And all of those zombies were looking toward the Kendeji restaurant.
Clearly, he had become the target of this group of zombies.
Yet what puzzled him was that although their grayish-white eyes had already revealed their hunger for human flesh, they did not immediately rush over to attack him.
Something was wrong!
It completely defied common sense!
Just as Meng De was confused, the system gave him the answer in the next second.
Ding! Host, please be advised. A First Order Zombie has been detected.
A First Order Zombie???
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