An excellent driver must not only have good driving skills, but also have an excellent sense of direction and excellent memory.

Wang Zhongyu is taking the ballpoint pen sent by Wenquan Xin and writing and drawing on the white paper.

For Wang Zhongyu and Wenquan Xin, this was their first time in this town, and there was no doubt that they were not familiar with the road conditions there.

However, Wang Zhongyu remembered the way he came, but because of the zombie blockade, he could no longer take this way back out of town.

So he had to spend time and energy to find a road for the two of them that would encounter fewer zombies and have a higher safety factor.

Standing on the top floor of a three-story house, through the telescope, he could have a close view of the distribution of roads around the explosion site and the activities of zombies, which greatly facilitated Wang Zhongyu's efficiency in finding a way out.

However, although the road is easy to find, it is not easy to remember it in the mind. So Wang Zhongyu thought of using a pen to draw the route to help memory.

Wenquan Xin stayed silently beside Wang Zhongyu, and saw that the latter sometimes picked up a telescope to look around, sometimes used a pen to write, sometimes stopped and lowered his head to think, and was very busy concentrating on his work.

It didn't take much effort, and the white paper in the opponent's hand was covered with various squares drawn with a red ballpoint pen.

No need to ask, Wenquan Xin can also tell that this is the town map hand-drawn by Wang Zhongyu.

Although the writing is a bit rough, as long as it can help the two of them leave the town, it has achieved its purpose of existence.

After doing one final proofreading and confirming that it was correct, Wang Zhongyu breathed a sigh of relief. He shook his sore neck from side to side, turned around and said seriously to Wenquan Xin: "Xiao Wen, the current situation is a bit troublesome. This explosion

Too much movement

Big, all the zombies in the town are rushing in that direction, and the damn explosion location is right at the entrance to the town, so we have to fight for our lives later, but I took a look and there are fewer zombies on one road.

I'll break out there."

Wenquan Xin saw that Wang Zhongyu seemed to be worried, so he said domineeringly: "It's okay, Xiao Wang, just go ahead and do it. We are considered people who have died once, which shows that our lives are hard enough, and the King of Hell is not brave enough."

Now accept our son, so I believe there will be no danger this time."

Frankly speaking, Wang Zhongyu is really worried. As a driver of a container truck, he is very aware of the dangers of such continuous collisions. Moreover, the road is now covered with thick snow and the road is slippery. Drifting will occur if you are not careful.

, tragedies such as sideslip or even rollover occur.

However, the open-mindedness shown by Wenquan Xin deeply affected him, which completely relieved him, who was still a little hesitant at first. Since you Wenquan Xin is not afraid of death, then I, Wang Zhongyu, am not a softie either: "That's it.

, I’m just saying this to prepare you mentally. Let’s go.”

The container truck had been completely changed after the last breakout. Wang Zhongyu, who had been busy escaping for his life, only now had the opportunity to take a closer look at the iron-clad Gada that had just brought him and Wenquan Xin back from the brink of death.

The entire body paint of the container truck was covered with scratches and splattered blood. The front bumper was also flattened by the impact, not to mention the headlights on the left and right sides, which were already broken into pieces and could no longer be used.

Wang Zhongyu frowned as he looked at the miserable state of the container truck. The current state of the container truck was obviously not enough to cope with the tasks it would face next.

Wang Zhongyu didn't want to hand over his life to such a broken and unprotected vehicle. Asking him to drive such a broken vehicle to face the attacks of hordes of zombies would be tantamount to making him joke with his own life and Wenquan Xin's.

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Therefore, he must make corresponding repairs to the container truck so that it can be restored to sufficient reliability and safety to complete the arduous tasks that will be given to it.

Seeing Wang Zhongyu shaking his head around the car, Wen Quanxin asked in confusion: "What are you doing? Get in the car and leave."

The latter waved his hand and ordered: "Get off the car and work!"

"Working?"

"Repair the car! You want to die in this broken car!" Leaving the surprised Wenquan Xin behind, Wang Zhongyu ran back to the house without looking back. He wanted to collect the materials he needed to repair and improve the current situation of the container truck.

with tools.

When Wang Zhongyu appeared again a few minutes later, his chest was already full of bedding, towels, ropes, screwdrivers, sealing tape, etc. Wenquan Xin was stunned when he saw it. You said you wanted to get some screwdrivers to repair the car.

He can understand things like that, but what are you doing with your bedding and mattress?

"Hey, Xiao Wang, are you repairing your car or moving?" Wenquan Xin's slightly teasing description was quite vivid. People who didn't know the truth would really misunderstand Wang Zhongyu's posture at this moment.

He was preparing to flee with his family.

It's just that Wang Zhongyu doesn't have much time to joke with the other party now. He is worried that if something happens over time, if the relatively safe road out of the town that he finally found is also blocked by zombies, then the result of his current troubles will be disastrous.

All in vain.

So he grimaced, threw a towel to Wenquan Xin without any reason, and immediately ordered: "Take off all the blood and dirt on the car window and wipe it clean!"

Wang Zhongyu led by example, which made Wenquan Xin, who felt unhappy, embarrassed to say anything, so he could only obediently follow the instructions with the towel he got.

The first thing Wang Zhongyu has to solve is the protection problem of the container truck. Due to the previous continuous collisions, the bumper on the front of the truck has obviously been scrapped and can no longer be used, and the front of the truck is directly related to the life safety of the two people sitting in the driver's and passenger's seats.

, so repair and reinforcement must be treated as a top priority.

The solution Wang Zhongyu came up with was also quite simple. He planned to replace the bumper at the rear of the car to the front.

After all, the collision breakout is mainly at the front. As for the protection at the back, in Wang Zhongyu's opinion, the thick container is completely sufficient.

Not only that, in order to reduce the discomfort caused by the impact, he also planned to use hemp rope and sealing plastic bags to wrap quilts on the windshield as a simple shock-absorbing device.

I believe this can effectively reduce the physical discomfort caused by the huge vibration caused by the impact.

Just do it as soon as he thinks of it. Wang Zhongyu, who has a clear goal, immediately got busy, disassembling, bundling, and reinstalling. All the steps were carried out in an orderly, steady, fast and fast manner. It only took him less than 20 minutes to complete the reinforcement work.

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He successfully placed a slightly ugly-looking protective bumper with shock-absorbing function in front of the front nose. As for the effect, we can only wait until actual combat to test it.

Wang Zhongyu raised his foot and pressed the safety lever. After trying it out, it felt firm enough. He was satisfied and secretly prayed that he could perform as well as he did now in the confrontation with zombies.

"It's done, we can hit the road this time." Wenquan Xin had already completed the task he was supposed to do. He had been staying quietly beside the former. On the one hand, he was on guard, and on the other hand, he was also curious about what the other party was doing.
Chapter completed!