The most important thing for a team to get mixed in the last days is efficiency, or to put it bluntly, speed, whether it is the speed of running or the speed of grabbing supplies.

So, Claire's convoy set off again within a quarter of an hour after the water boiled over the campfire, instead of resting for an hour as promised.

Perhaps, the survivors, who have long lost hope and are numb from ruin to ruin, take this ray of hope too seriously, so heavy that they can do anything to do anything about it.

Perhaps, these people would rather give it a go than never die like before.

Perhaps, it was this man who gave Claire the strength to move vigorously again. Sitting in the tanker, Carlos smoked the miscellaneous cigarettes provided by Mo Xie and had such a thought in his mind, this cigarette was indeed inferior enough, and it made Carlos's lungs ache faintly.

It's just that he seems to have fallen in love with this feeling, smoking one after another, and Mo Ye, who was sitting next to him, was also happy that Carlos had been smoking instead of asking questions - he was closing his eyes at this time, trying to refine the fighting qi for the sword qi to devour.

This is Claire's arrangement, after all, Mo Ye's "luggage" is a bit much, and the tanker truck, which is almost out of gas, is obviously a good place to load large items.

Smoke billowed from the window, and every car was already running regardless of fuel consumption, and it was a two-day and two-night journey to Vegas (because some roads were completely buried in yellow sand, and the convoy needed to be detoured and cleaned up), and these trivialities were obviously omitted from the movie.

"Hey, gentlemen in the back, our cigarettes are gone, what about you?"

It was almost noon when Carlos received the first communication that Claire had come to ask for a cigarette, and her tone was brisk, as if some baggage had been put down.

"Uh...... You should have called earlier......" Carlos, who was a "smoking gun", couldn't stop at all as soon as he touched the cigarette, and the cigarette case he got from Mo Ye was empty without realizing it. At this time, he blushed slightly.

"Oh......" Claire didn't say anything, just sighed, full of disappointment.

"Wait! That guy is right next to me, I asked, maybe he has something to hide. "Carlos and Claire haven't been in the same convoy for a day or two, and he has a lot of ideas about this woman. At this time, the beauty had a request, and he couldn't say that he had to talk to the Oriental, but the existence of the language barrier would make the conversation not so smooth.

"My friend...... Carlos patted Mo Ye on the shoulder, "Do you still have smoke?"

This tone was like Mo Ye was an old friend he had known for many years, and in fact, Carlos had not been able to pronounce Mo Ye's name until now, after all, Oriental names were a bit awkward for him.

"No, it was my last pack of cigarettes. ”

Mo Xie replied that although there were things like cigarettes in the Holy Book that could be exchanged, it was only Mo Xie who would not waste points to exchange for cigarettes.

Moreover, he didn't like Carlos's tone very much, saying as if he should have taken out his own things as a matter of course.

So, with this in mind, he gave a negative answer without even opening his eyes.

"He's also out of smoke. Carlos was a little helpless, although he vaguely felt that Mo Ye was lying, but due to the strength gap between the two sides and the relationship between his teammates, it was really difficult for him to put his hand in Mo Ye's pocket and touch it, otherwise, ......

Believe me, Carlos will touch it when the addiction reaches a certain point.

“……”

Claire's side was quiet for a moment before a sentence came: "Stay safe and stay in formation." ”

"Roger!"

There was a half-dead man sitting next to him, and Carlos had to salute Claire's car ass as if he were amusing himself.

"Eccentric Orientals. After turning off the intercom, Carlos muttered.

……

"Well, he said it was his last pack of cigarettes, right?"

At the front of the convoy, Alice chuckled in Claire's car as she unbandages herself.

Her body's ability to recover after being modified by the T-virus is simply outrageous, and she can even come back from the dead if she is well nourished (see Resident Evil 2 after the nuclear bomb exploded), of course, provided that the body's backbone is intact.

"Yes. Claire said with a steering wheel in one hand and a walkie-talkie in the other, just a few seconds before she threw a cigarette butt out of the window.

Most of the people who are in the end of the world have a lot of pressure, and she is even more stressed as the leader of the team, and the meaning of cigarettes is very heavy at this time.

She was in need of cigarettes to relieve stress.

Even if it was an inferior cigarette that she would never look down on before the end of the world.

"Hah, you should continue to tell me about the glorious history of this team, that will distract you a bit. Alice was also relaxed at this time, after all, she was in a safe environment at the moment.

"Ah, I've said pretty much it, and if I continue to talk about it, it's not very happy, so you might as well talk about yourself, or the Oriental man. Claire frowned, there were more sad stories than happy times in the team's history, and many times she could avoid reminiscing.

At the beginning of the team, there were hundreds of people, but now most of them have become dry bones, and even the location where they are buried is very vague.

"Let's talk about that oriental, he is so mysterious, do you know what else is in his luggage besides the bazooka?" Mo Ye did not hide the sight of the people in the convoy when he retrieved the bazooka that he threw down casually, because everyone knew that he had a big killer in his hand, which was one of the reasons why these people embarked on an unknown journey so safely.

However, Mo Ye never opened the huge package from beginning to end, and everyone privately speculated whether the package contained a lot of rockets.

"I don't really know much about Mo Ye, he is actually a stranger I picked up halfway, at first I thought he was just an ordinary survivor, but in fact, I didn't know much about him. Alice spread her hands, and by this time her hands had recovered to seven or eight eight, and her white wrists were completely unrecognizable from the bloody flesh and blood of the previous night's injury.

"No, it looks intimate. Claire's gossip side as a woman started to work, "You hold him from behind, don't think I didn't see it." ”

"No, the umbrella company ambushed us last night, and my hands were injured, so Mr. Mo Ye had to drive the motorcycle, and I had no choice but to do it. Alice said, and Claire looked into her eyes and knew she was right.

"So he's still a bachelor?" asked Claire, for some reason.

"Yes. Alice said truthfully, "Why do you ask this?"

"Nothing, haha. Claire said, only then did she put down the walkie-talkie in her hand, "Girls, do you hear me?"

This woman actually drove the walkie-talkie before, so that means that the conversation just now was shared by the entire team!

"Roger!"

"Roger!"

"Thank you, Captain!"

For a while, there was an endless stream of replies on the walkie-talkie, all of which were mature or immature female voices, and Alice even heard a few children's voices crying and laughing.

"You cunning fox. Alice said, with her hands on her breast, and there was a hint of anger in her eyes that even she didn't know what it was.

"It's not a good habit to eat alone, young lady. Claire said with a smile, but there was a hint of helplessness hidden under this smile, which was ignored by Alice for a while.