Chapter 1020 - 1005: Ambushed (Part 1)

Chapter 1020: Chapter 1005: Ambushed (Part 1)

Returning to the city has stirred many feelings for the current Survivor Squad.

It’s important to remember that for the past few months, due to the threat from Chun Gen and his group, the survivors had been confined to the villa, unable to move.

Now returning to the city is, to some extent, a sign that they have escaped from their previous predicament.

Considering the presence of Chun Gen and He Lei’s formidable power, the Survivor Squad chose not to go to DZ County but took the winding road to WH.

After all, in these times, it doesn’t matter where you go; everything is ownerless, and if you have the skills, you can take whatever you want.

The journey was smooth; the survivors encountered neither roadblocks nor any unexpected events.

After passing through the toll station, they successfully entered the Earth Realm of WH.

Continuing for about a kilometer, the familiar Sinopec sign appeared once again in Old Xu’s view.

"Where to?" Old Xu gestured with his right hand to Luo Baochun, who was humming a little tune.

The latter subtly turned the direction and smoothly drove the vehicle in.

This was an oil station of modest size in the countryside, mainly serving to refuel vehicles passing on the highway, based on its geographical location and proximity to the toll station.

Therefore, it’s likely that there should be a substantial reserve of diesel and gasoline here.

Like most oil stations, it had four parallel fueling points, with toll booths and public toilets on both sides.

Through the shattered glass of the toll booth, two rows of shelves inside could be seen.

Typically, this space was meant to sell food and supplies.

This layout is distinctly characteristic of Huaxia; selling things at the oil station not only increases revenue but also conveniently resolves invoicing issues for drivers.

You see, many company drivers take the opportunity to buy living supplies while fueling up, then get a unified invoice to reimburse from their companies.

So generally, the goods at oil stations are quite expensive.

But naturally, the survivors don’t care about this.

First, in this apocalyptic world, everything is free now.

Secondly, gathering supplies here is an unexpectedly fortunate opportunity for them.

As usual, staying in the car, Old Xu first did a "scan" of the oil station; once he confirmed nothing unusual was in sight, he then commanded Luo Baochun to drive the car into the station.

After entering, the survivors at the back of the car gradually got out.

Following previous arrangements, Old Xu gave orders again.

The only difference this time was the presence of two vehicles inside the oil station.

Therefore, Luo Baochun, who was supposed to stay with the car, was tasked to check one of the trucks.

Old Xu, as usual, led Wang Qiang and Tang Xiaoquan to the oil tank to extract oil.

Everything was proceeding according to plan; no one sensed the danger approaching.

The relief from resolving identity crises made Luo Baochun unusually cheerful; the most noticeable change from being relieved was his excessive relaxation.

However, being overly relaxed in the post-apocalyptic wild is undoubtedly very dangerous.

Because lowered vigilance might lead you to encounter unknown troubles.

Still humming his tune, Luo Baochun swaggered towards the truck.

The truck was the kind commonly seen transporting goods on the road; Luo Baochun was undoubtedly familiar with it.

As a seasoned driver who spent years trucking, he often dealt with such trucks.

Although these things seem a bit clunky with no aesthetic appeal, they are undoubtedly more reliable and durable than ordinary family cars.

Therefore, despite the half-year passed since the apocalypse broke out, Luo Baochun still believed these vehicles could "return to their peak" with little effort.

First circling the truck, Luo Baochun checked the tires for deflation.

If you say they’re not deflated, that’s absolutely impossible; after all, it’s been half a year, like people who shrink if not fed.

Likewise, vehicles also experience deflation; tires naturally deflate under the pressure of supporting a heavy vehicle if left uninflated for long periods.

However, unless there’s damage to the tires themselves, it’s not a major problem.

Moreover, to address this issue, Luo Baochun specifically brought a car-mounted inflation device for this outing.

Later, he could use the Jianghuai car battery to power the inflator and refill the deflated tires.

After confirming no visible damage to the tires, Luo Baochun prepared for the next step: checking the vehicle’s engine.

The simplest and most direct method for this inspection is to start the vehicle and see if it runs smoothly.

On this, Luo Baochun had blind confidence.

Firstly, it stemmed from his familiarity with the vehicle.

Secondly, the quality of these trucks was indeed remarkable.

You often see dilapidated trucks roaring across various road sections in the country, don’t you?

Turning to the side of the vehicle, Luo Baochun headed directly for the driver’s cabin.

His relaxed state made him skip thorough inspections before opening the door and getting in, unaware that the moment he opened the door, a dark gun muzzle was pointed squarely at his forehead.

After a brief three-second daze, Luo Baochun’s body, intending to get in the truck, stiffened abruptly.

And his unusual behavior caught Hu Xiaodong’s attention without missing a beat.

However, due to limited visibility, Hu Xiaodong couldn’t see the figures inside the car.

But habitually meddling, he asked, "Hey, Xiao Luo, what’s wrong? Is something the matter?"

Faced with the gun muzzle, Luo Baochun was already scared out of his wits; he wasn’t in any frame of mind to ponder issues. He just stood there dumbly as if he hadn’t heard Hu Xiaodong’s question.

Clearly, without Luo Baochun’s response, Hu Xiaodong couldn’t know what had befallen him.

However, regardless, Hu Xiaodong was an experienced survivor in the apocalyptic crisis, skilled in survival for half a year.

He had basic alertness and the necessary intuition.

And Luo Baochun’s dazed performance was evidently odd, drawing Hu Xiaodong’s attention.

Thus, he repeated his question.

As expected, Luo Baochun still didn’t answer.

Something’s off! At this point, not only Hu Xiaodong but also those handling the oil gun over at the oil tank, including Old Xu, noticed the commotion.

And just as Old Xu was about to ask, Luo Baochun, who had been standing motionless, finally moved.

He retreated step by step, and Hu Xiaodong kept watching the activity around Baochun.

So the moment he moved, Hu Xiaodong immediately raised his bow and arrow.

"Xiao Hu? What’s wrong?" Seeing Hu Xiaodong’s serious expression, Old Xu instantly realized the situation was serious.

But before Old Xu finished speaking, silhouettes suddenly appeared one after another from the previously empty oil station.

These figures either stood on the roof of the sales shop or crouched by the inner walls.

At a glance, there were about five or six people.

Dammit! It’s an ambush!

Old Xu instinctively reached for his back; however, just then, the guy holding Luo Baochun captive appeared.

"If I were you guys, I wouldn’t bloody move!!"

Jumping off the truck, the newcomer, holding a Model 54 handgun, scanned the surroundings, clearly signaling the Survivor Squad not to move; otherwise... (to be continued. If you enjoyed this work, please visit Qidian.com to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)