Song Ziyi took out the map and after careful consideration, he chose an unexpected circuitous route. This route would take more time than the previous one and the road conditions would not be as good as the previous route, but it would be safer and could directly avoid at least three checkpoints. Only the last checkpoint for entering the port could not be avoided, but it didn't matter. He believed that with his abilities, he could definitely take Uncle Ma and Xue Yuan through the final checkpoint.
Song Ziyi handed the map to Ma Bomin, "Uncle Ma, let's change the original plan and take this route."
Ma Bomin glanced at the map while driving, and after reading it, he said to Ziyi, "There is a big problem with this route."
"What?" Ziyi asked.
Ma Bomin pointed to a spot on the map and said, "There's only one gas station on this route, which means we only have one chance to refuel. If the American military sends people to guard the gas station, we'll be in danger."
Song Ziyi took a closer look at the map and immediately determined the location and distance of the gas station.
If they had followed the original route, one tank of gas would have been enough to get to the port. But now that they had changed the route, the distance had increased by at least one third, and the worsening road conditions would consume more gas, so they had to refuel along the way, otherwise they would not be able to reach the port within the scheduled time.
If they fail to reach the port within the agreed time, the receiving ship will leave first and they can only wait for the next rescue.
Not to mention when the next rescue will be, the M country military will definitely not swallow this anger and will definitely try every means to find them. At this time, they will be doomed.
Song Ziyi stared at the map, thought for a moment, and said to Uncle Ma, "Let's take this route. I'll take care of the gas."
Ma Bomin would not deny Song Ziyi's decision. He quickly turned into the new route determined by Song Ziyi at a three-way intersection.
Xue Yuan was sitting by the car window, looking at the scenery outside. Suddenly, he pointed at a group of houses in front and shouted, "Uncle Ma, isn't there a grease point here?"
Ma Bomin took a look, stepped on the accelerator hard, and sped through the area. He explained as he drove, "Try not to go to places like this if you can. They're full of bullies. It's easy to drive there, but it's not so easy to leave."
Song Ziyi's eyes lit up when he heard this, "So do they really have oil?"
Ma Bomin nodded. "There is oil, but it's ridiculously expensive. They'll rob you clean, which is the least of their worries. Many people never get out after going in. They're all desperate criminals."
Song Ziyi smiled and said, "If they have gas, then go ahead. We don't need to go to the gas station. Next time we see a gas station like this, we can just drive there."
Ma Bomin thought of Ziyi's marksmanship and skills, and laughed, "Hey, with you here, we have nothing to fear. We should be afraid of them."
Xue Yuan was confused. He looked at Uncle Ma and then at Ziyi.
Such oil spots are not found everywhere. The car drove for three hours before it encountered another oil spot.
Ma Bomin slowed down and asked Ziyi, "There's something fishy about that grease shop up ahead. It's definitely a tough nut to crack. Do you want to go?"
Ziyi glanced at the car's fuel gauge and nodded, "Go ahead. We don't know when the next time we encounter such a low fuel point will be. We can't afford to gamble."
Ma Bomin nodded, no longer hesitating, turned the car around, and drove into a downhill road, entering a small yard surrounded by worn-out tires at a gas station. The yard was very messy, with dismantled car bodies everywhere. A self-service gas station was placed in the yard, and next to it was a sign with the gas price written in red paint, which was three times more expensive than the normal price.
Ziyi put the gun on his waist, hid a few stones in his sleeves, and told Xue Yuan to stay in the car and not get out.
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