The speed of this ship is actually related to the current wind speed!
Driven by a force 2 wind, the small fishing boat was like an old man taking a slow walk. After traveling less than a hundred meters in two minutes, the electronic map disappeared and the boat stopped.
Because the wind stopped.
Su Xiao: ...
I feel so helpless and should have come to the river earlier.
When a Category 20 hurricane comes, she might even be able to experience the joy of boating.
Looking up casually, Su Xiao noticed that a message appeared on the willow tree next to him.
[This willow tree is a bit strange. Something might happen if you cut it down.]
This won’t be another purple treasure chest!
Lidya Su was a little moved.
But it will take a while for this fishing boat to be successfully bound. Should we get off the boat?
At this moment, a red Ferrari suddenly appeared, passing through the tree branches blocking the road and the piles of broken buildings unimpeded, and stopped not far ahead. It was obvious that this was not an ordinary sports car.
Which sports car can run like this in a dilapidated city destroyed by a hurricane?
The wind started to pick up, and Su Xiao quickly took the opportunity to move the small fishing boat a little distance away from the shore.
"Binzi, there's a red treasure chest here!"
The two men got out of the car and it disappeared.
The young man with flax-gray hair glanced around, his face sullen. "Binzi, you're right. Everyone's heading to the city center, but there's no one on the edge of town. This red treasure chest is just sitting there, and no one's coming to open it."
The man wearing glasses behind him looked confused.
Su Xiao frowned and observed the man.
"Binzi, look at that fishing boat. Isn't it a little strange... the statue on it..."
The gray-haired man raised his finger and pointed in the direction of Su Xiao. This action made her subconsciously on guard.
It took him a while to realize that the other party could see the fishing boat but could not see him on the boat.
So the safe house will look like an ordinary building disguised anywhere, and the ground at the exit of the cellar is the most inconspicuous.
When he looked up, the next scene shocked Su Xiao.
The man with glasses suddenly picked up a stone and smashed it hard on the gray-haired man's head.
Once, twice.
The gray-haired man was soon covered in blood, and before he died, he stared at the man with glasses with an unwilling look.
"Brother Yong... I'm... I'm sorry... The world has changed." Binzi threw away the brick, his voice trembling. "Few people can survive. The safe house is in your hands. I... I'm worried."
It's hard to imagine that he looked so frightened and cowardly as he had just cruelly killed someone.
Liu Yong's eyes were filled with disappointment as they drifted towards the fishing boat in the center of the lake. He still didn't say that it was a safe house. He closed his eyes and died.
The voice that appeared in Liu Yong's mind after his death made Binzi's face light up.
When I looked up again, a red treasure chest appeared in front of me.
He opened the treasure chest and took out the level 1 hammer inside. When he looked up, he saw the small fishing boat in the river. A puzzled look inadvertently passed through the air and seemed to meet Su Xiao's gaze, causing Su Xiao to hold his breath.
Especially since he had just watched him kill his friend.
He had bound the safe house by killing other survivors. He didn't know that the red dot he saw on the electronic map of the safe house was the bound safe house. He couldn't even see that the safe house had an electronic map.
Apart from feeling that the appearance of this fishing boat on the river was indeed a bit strange, there was nothing else to discover.
After all, he couldn’t see Lidya Su inside.
So I quickly looked away.
Su Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, and the God of War guessed.
The red sports car is a safe house, and its owner is the dead gray-haired man. The man with glasses is most likely a friend the gray-haired man met before the end of the world.
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