Logically speaking, in this kind of weather, their convertible sports car should have been out of commission long ago.
However, this car has been modified by Xia Feng using his supernatural abilities.
It can adapt to various extreme environments of high and low temperatures, and will not suddenly shut down even at minus forty or fifty degrees Celsius, which is quite excellent.
During this year, Xia Feng spent all his time studying, except for missions and hunting.
He would study any materials and blueprints he could get his hands on, whether it was about slaughtering pigs, farming, or math and physics.
He can now synthesize various weapons, ammunition, bullets, shells, vehicles, and machines.
The snowplow used to clear this road was a modified truck he collected from Lin Xuan's spatial storage.
The submachine gun in Lin Xuan's hand was also made by him.
Lin Xuan is now truly relying on her brother to run rampant in the apocalypse, living a life of unbridled bliss.
"Rat-a-tat-tat." A burst of bullets was fired, but not even a hair on the low-level zombie was touched.
Lin Xuan used the invisibility vine to kill the zombie that pounced at her.
"Brother, I can't aim properly."
Lin Xuan squinted, a little annoyed, as she swatted away a few zombies that had been drawn by the gunfire.
"Practice slowly, there's plenty of bullets anyway." Xia Feng didn't care at all.
Who can just fire bullets in the apocalypse? Yes, it's them. As long as they have the blueprints, they can build artillery at will.
How arrogant! How infuriating!
However, Lin Xuan knew that these firearms would soon be of little use in the fight against zombies.
Because intermediate-level zombies are about to appear.
As the abilities of the superhumans continue to improve, the monsters outside are also leveling up, which is really annoying.
Can't we pursue scientific development, coexist peacefully, and create a better future together?
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