Return

Yellow sand is rolling and rising with the heatwave.

Boom!

The roar of machinery rang, and the tail fire of Tomahawk motor was bright, galloping away between the dilapidated roads and sand.

Along the way zombies and monsters growled to catch up, but in a twinkling ware gotten rid off out of sight.

"Ha, ha, ha, my car is good!"

Chen Hui slowed down a little and laughed proudly.

Bai trimmed his wind-blown hair and said relentlessly, "Cars are good, but oil is extremely scarce now. Can you afford a car? Do you usually use it as a decoration?"

Chen Hui's mouth twitched and immediately stopped laughing.

The fuel problem is indeed the most annoying to him.

Since the eschaton began, many oil mines have been occupied by some high-grade monsters. At present, human beings simply have no ability to compete for large resources outside the wilderness.

Therefore, all kinds of machinery that rely on fuel as power are basically in a semi-scrap state.