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The person on the roof of the car is a woman.

Between the distance of two hundred meters and the bright light of the car lights, Lin Hao could only see a vague outline, with his hair disheveled, waving desperately with one hand, and holding on to the roof rack with the other hand.

Take your foot off the accelerator.

The speed dropped from ninety to seventy to sixty.

The system detection is automatically triggered, and three red lights light up on the miniature map.

Two were in the grass on the guardrail on the left side of the white car, and one was directly behind the car, less than five meters away from the blue human-shaped mark.

Three zombies, a trapped beast.

Lin Hao's feet hung between the accelerator and the brake and did not move for two seconds.

Five crystal cores, a riot-proof fork, and the storage space is packed to the brim.

Enough fuel to run, enough water to drink, and enough food to last three days.With all his current net worth, he can barely keep himself alive - barely.

Get out of the car to save someone?Three zombies were scattered in the dark, and the two in the grass could not see their specific locations at all.

If two or more of them attack at the same time within melee range, the anti-riot fork will become a fire stick.

Hit with a car?The white car was lying across the emergency lane, and there was not enough room for him to accelerate.

When rolling at low speed, you need to pull repeatedly in case the car gets stuck...

The speed dropped to forty.

What was the woman shouting? Her throat was broken, and all that came through was breathy sounds, and she couldn't make out a word clearly.

Lin Hao twisted his hand on the steering wheel.

Press the accelerator.

The speed returned to eighty or ninety per hour.

The RV roared past the white car, and the air flow lifted the woman's disheveled hair.

In the rearview mirror, her hand was still raised, getting smaller and smaller.

The highway turned a corner and there was nothing in the rearview mirror.

Lin Hao clenched his back molars so hard that it hurt.

It’s not that I don’t want to save.

It can't be saved.

God can't save a person, a broken car, or a fork.

He ran this idea through his mind three times, and each time it seemed more like an excuse.

Don't think about it.

Pulling out the system panel, he began to inventory his belongings.

Food: canned food, instant noodles, ham sausages, compressed biscuits, enough for three days, save a little to last four days.

Twenty bottles of drinking water, enough for five days.

With half a tank of gasoline in the car and three barrels as spare, the total range is about 500 kilometers.

Two melee weapons, a riot fork and a rubber baton, and zero ranged weapons...

This is the biggest hole.

The three zombies at the toll station were crushed by the car, and the seven or eight zombies in the service area could still be crushed if they were also scattered.

But you can’t rely on crushing forever.

The car's wear and tear is currently at 7.5%. If it has been crushed by thirty or forty cars, the car's shell will no longer be able to hold on.

Ranged weapons must be found.

The scan results of material detection are still hanging on the right side of the panel, Liangxi Service Area, twelve kilometers ahead.

The material signal is "strong", in bold orange.

The danger level is "medium", flashing and flashing.

"Medium" is one level higher than "low" at the toll station and is orange.

The "low" last time was three scattered zombies. What will the "medium" be this time?

A detailed scan report pops up on the panel, and the data is loading, popping out line by line...

[About 20 moving targets detected and marked as ordinary zombies]

[Unknown signal detected × 1·Marked in orange·Recommended to approach with caution]

[The orange mark represents a mutated individual, whose combat ability is significantly higher than that of ordinary zombies]

Mutated individuals.

Lin Hao read these four words twice, and his mind automatically replayed the scene of the female clerk standing up in the service area.

Transforming from a human to a zombie in ten seconds is terrifying enough.

What are variants?Faster?Harder?Bigger?

have no idea.

But that "material signal: strong" is equally eye-catching.

A strong signal means a large amount of unplundered supplies.

Ranged weapons, upgrade materials, and food reserves may all be inside.

If you don't go, you will slowly wait to die.

Go, possibly die quickly.

Lin Hao's foot did not take off the accelerator.

The speed was steady at eighty-five, and the numbers on the road signs moved back one after another.

Ten kilometers, eight kilometers, five kilometers.

The building complex of the service area appears ahead.

The scale is more than twice as large as the previous one. The main building has three floors, with a podium. On the left is the roof frame of the gas station, and on the right is an independent auto repair room.

There were more than a dozen cars parked in the parking lot, some with their doors wide open, some bumping into each other, and a bus leaning on the green belt with its front windshield completely broken off.

Lin Hao parked the car on the ramp three hundred meters away from the entrance of the service area without turning off the engine.

He stared ahead for half a minute.

With the naked eye, four zombies could be seen wandering in the parking lot.I was walking aimlessly, and when I bumped into a car, I changed direction and continued walking.

The glass door on the first floor of the main building was broken, and it was so dark that it was hard to see what was inside.

Twenty, as shown by the system.

Four are outside, and the remaining sixteen plus one mutant are inside the building.

Clear the perimeter first!…

Lin Hao put the car into gear and the car slowly slid into the edge of the parking lot.He put his hand on the center of the steering wheel and hesitated for a second.

Press down.

“Du————”

The sound of the horn exploded in the empty service area, harsh and sharp, and could spread at least five hundred meters.

The results are immediate.

The four zombies in the parking lot turned their heads at the same time and rushed toward the source of the sound.

Three more emerged from the broken glass door of the main building and stumbled out. One tripped over the door frame and got up and continued running.

Seven of them were all lured out.

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