When I woke up, I felt unexpectedly tired. Although it was in the virtual world, the quality of sleep seemed to be better than in the real world. I put my sleeping bag back and walked to the living and dining room where we had been last night, and when I arrived, I was unexpectedly the latest to arrive and noticed that my meow greeted me:

"Morning, come over for breakfast, although there is only canned military ration that spoils the fun."

I responded, said hello to the other three, and ate a hot can.

"During the meal, let's discuss how to do the next task." When the uncle proposed, all three agreed, and I waved my hand to continue.

To put it simply, the next quest involves destroying one of the NPC's checkpoints and annihilating all the NPCs. The location is at a highway toll booth a little further from our current town, which would have taken about 5-6 hours to walk as we had done on previous missions.

"So, to do this task, you either walk over and camp outdoors for a day; Or drive over and attack head-on or sneak attack. That's all we discussed just now, which one do you think is better, little brother? Uncle asked me.

"Anyway, as long as it's walking, I'm not going to do it." Meow Meow is very resistant to walking long distances, and I know that I have been complaining since I only walked around for a short time yesterday.

The giraffe also agreed: "It took so much hard work to get the car, and it really can't be said if you don't drive it." “

"Let's drive the car to the vicinity of the outpost and observe the situation first." In fact, judging from the level of the NPC, it is easy to expose the location when you drive over, and although it will take more time to walk, it will be a lot safer, but both of them are ladies who refuse to set off without driving, so they have to follow their wishes. Uncle seemed to have the same idea as me, but he also knew each other, and shook his head helplessly and raised his hands in approval.

"I was about to say that, too," Zebra paused, "and I'll drive the car over then!" “

Zebra must have really liked cars, and although it was only a short time, he was generally reticent when I spent time with him, until we got our hands on it yesterday. But like it, he still can't be the driver under the opposition of the giraffe, and under the unanimous recommendation of everyone, it was decided that the uncle would drive, and the poor zebra would only be a machine gunner in the cargo bed of the pickup.