But what use is learning this skill in this apocalyptic world?

Wang Lan was speechless for a moment, but Lao Zhang had already squeezed into the car, and Sun Muchen also sat in the passenger seat.

Wang Lan had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit in the driver's seat.

Old Zhang instructed from behind: "Left foot is free, right foot is for braking on the left and acceleration on the right, left hand on the steering wheel, right hand on the gear shift, push or pull the gear lever, D is forward and R is reverse, okay, let's go!"

Wang Lan: "..."

Old Zhang spoke fluently and without any hesitation, but Wang Lan was completely confused. He racked his brains to recall Old Zhang's words, and then proceeded step by step, carefully and cautiously, and actually got the car moving.

"Yes, that's perfect!" Old Zhang laughed from behind. "Young people are quick-witted and adaptable, so driving is a breeze for them."

Wang Lan smiled awkwardly, but felt a strange tension inside. In fact, even he didn't know what he was nervous about. He watched as the car moved forward little by little, but the speed was so slow that it made him anxious.

Old Zhang noticed Wang Lan's nervousness and said, "Give it a little gas, but don't step on it too hard."

"oh oh…"

Wang Lan nodded blankly, then put her foot on the accelerator pedal.

The next moment…

The car shot out.

The heads of the men in the car all slammed backward, with Old Zhang's head hitting the gun barrel behind him directly. He immediately cursed, "Fuck!"

Then he saw the car rushing towards the chassis in the aisle.

"Brake...brake..."

Before he could finish speaking, the car slammed into him. The hood bent and deformed, and the airbag broke through the steering wheel and popped out, hitting Wang Lan in the face.

Old Zhang was also completely disoriented from the impact, cursing, "Idiot!"