Chapter 58: Nice car, it’s mine

Before long, we reached the edge of the jungle. I looked back at the jungle engulfed in fire with a guilty conscience. Suddenly, for a moment, I was glad that it was the end of the world, otherwise I would have been accused of arson.

As if guessing what I was thinking, Song Nanxing chuckled:

"Setting the mountain on fire means spending the rest of our lives in jail. Now we're both doomed."

I rolled my eyes at him and retorted without mercy, "The kerosene is yours, and you put it in your backpack. You really don't fear death."

Song Nanxing narrowed his eyes and smiled mischievously: "Of course I'm not afraid. Even if the kerosene explodes in my backpack, you'll be the only one who will be hurt."

I was speechless for a moment, having almost forgotten that one of his abilities was that he had a layer of invisible scales on his body, making him impervious to water and fire, and invulnerable to swords and spears. Although he couldn't provide absolute defense, a mere kerosene couldn't really hurt him.

I curled my lips and said sincerely:

"You're the best at being a dog."

After exchanging a few words with Song Nanxing and walking for a while, we finally saw some bungalows in the distance.

I sighed deeply, pretended to be cool, squatted on the ground and whimpered, "I'm so tired, I can't walk anymore, let's take a break."

Song Nanxing also stopped, put his bag on the ground, and took out two servings of self-heating rice from his bag. Without even looking up, he asked me, "Do you have any canned food?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I stole a lot from the shelter!" As I said that, I quickly took out a can of fruit from my bag and handed it to him.

When I was pulling up my backpack, a few canned meats "accidentally" fell out of it and I hurriedly picked them up.

Song Nanxing had already prepared the water for the self-heating rice, and the sound of the boiling water was particularly loud on the roadside in the wasteland.

After such a long time, there are actually very few monsters without intelligence, and even fewer in places where people are active.

Various official departments are still operating, but due to the sharp decline in population and the fact that ordinary people are still infected by the red thread, productivity still cannot recover.

It can only survive by relying on the self-sufficiency of each shelter.

After a while, hot steam began to come out of the holes on the lunch box lid, accompanied by the aroma of food.

Song Nanxing squatted facing me, stretched his head slightly to sniff the aroma of instant rice, and asked me with his mouth:

"Is your method reliable?"

I blinked at him and whispered a few words from my throat: "What do you mean by reliable? I'm really hungry."

Song Nanxing looked at me with a look of gritted teeth for a moment, then returned to his usual nonchalant and half-smiling expression.

I interrupted him hastily: "Hey, check the food, is it ready?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of an engine came from afar towards us.

Song Nanxing was a little surprised and muttered quietly, "He really came?"

As we were talking, we could already see the shadow of a motorcycle in the distance.

"It seems... someone is coming..." I put on my previous pretentious look again and grabbed the corner of Song Nanxing's clothes in fear.

"What are you standing there for? Run!" Song Nanxing also pretended to be nervous, and ran away the next second, leaving me alone there.

"Hey! Wait for me!" I caught up with him belatedly, not even caring about the two meals.

However, how could two weak ordinary people outrun a motorcycle team?

After a while, the motorcycle team caught up with us. Three of them rode their motorcycles in circles around us, raising a lot of dust. There was a small yellow flag on the front of each motorcycle with a simple black dragon totem on it.

The other motorcycles that did not participate in the encirclement were roaring their engines non-stop as if to cheer on the side. There were about four or five of them, and they were also making ape-like noises.

In fact, when I first started arguing with Song Nanxing, I noticed that there were two people following us. Although I wasn't sure whether they were members of the "Black Dragon Gang" or the "Brotherhood of Steel", they were human beings after all, and they were self-aware humans. As long as they had self-awareness, they could communicate.

Now it seems that I was not wrong. It was indeed the "Black Dragon Gang". This gang is quite cautious and knew to send two cannon fodder out to search.

I'm afraid he saw that we brought a lot of supplies, so he sent a signal to call for help.

I stared at the people in front of me with my eyes wide open. One of the motorcycles they were riding was a model I had always liked, but it was too expensive and I couldn't afford it as I had just started working at that time.

I moved slightly closer to Song Nanxing, staring at the motorcycles, and said in a trembling voice:

"Brother, I'm scared..."

"Shut up, I'm scared too."

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As expected of Song Nanxing, I gave him a puzzled look.

The next second, the three men who had been circling us on motorcycles stopped.

Song Nanxing said to those people with a smile: "Brother, what are you doing? It's scary."

One of them raised his head and pointed at our backpacks.

"You two have a lot of supplies, right? We're all survivors, so share."

I quickly protected the bag behind me and looked at them vigilantly.

Song Nanxing put down his backpack and continued to smile:

"Brothers, it's not that we don't want to, but these are the supplies we rely on for survival."

As soon as the words fell, the people on the bikes pulled out different weapons.

Song Nanxing quickly changed his tone and said, "Brother, let's talk it out. Don't use knives or guns. It's so uncivilized. How about this, we split it in half when we meet. We give half to you and keep half for ourselves..."

Before he could finish his words, the others burst into laughter.

"What a naive young man! Split in half? The Black Dragon Gang doesn't have a rule of splitting in half. We want these two bags of supplies, the woman next to you, and the knife she's carrying."

You know what, he has a big appetite.

"She'll give it to you, and I'll keep a share of the supplies." Song Nanxing continued to bargain.

I turned my head and looked at him in disbelief, then laughed sarcastically, "You don't do anything that has anything to do with people."

After saying that, he kicked him in anger.

As if impatient with our performance, the motorcyclist in the lead started his engine again, and the others also started their motorcycles at the same time.

But this time they didn't circle around us, but drove away a little and then came back to snatch the bag directly!

Song Nanxing seized the opportunity and jumped onto the back of the motorcycle, throwing one of the people off. However, due to his unstable center of gravity, there was a loud "bang" and Song Nanxing and the motorcycle fell to the ground.

I was about to laugh out loud out of schadenfreude when another person grabbed my collar and tried to drag me over.

I grabbed his wrist with one hand and exerted force with my other leg to climb into the car. The man was visibly panicking.

I pulled out the hilt of the knife and hit him hard on the back of the head. The man's eyes rolled back and he fainted in my arms.

…

This was an unexpected outcome...

Because of the previous experience, I couldn't just throw him off. Besides, riding a motorcycle with a knife in my hand was really a bit cumbersome.

I had no choice but to drive a little further away, stop the car, let him down honestly, and start the engine again.

But the bad thing was that the motorcycles behind were catching up without slowing down at all, and were still running all the way with Song Nanxing at the back.