The gas station was south of Yinping Town, and Shen Cong had actually passed by once before, but it was already evening, so he didn't stop to look for it. The next day, I happened to meet the survivor again, and I didn't pull away.

Moreover, the town's gas station, built around farmland, did not prevent it from being exposed to the doomsday storm, and the possibility of diesel fuel was slim.

At the gas station in the wild, Shen Cong returned to the King Kong first, and then drove the King Kong directly to the direction of the gas station. After some searching, it was finally determined that a pile of rubble was the former gas station. The King Kong put down the bulldozer, gave the ruins two shovels, and cleared a way in.

Sure that there was no living thing around, Shen Cong got out of the car and began to search among the rocks.

However, he was soon disappointed, and the stones below were charred and blackened, as if they had been burned by fire. There are also the wreckage of two small cars, also with blackened frames.

This gas station can explode or catch fire during a doomsday storm.

Diesel and gasoline burned out.

With a disappointed mood, Shen Cong drove the King Kong back to the small lake.

"If you want to hunt here for a while, the King Kong can't do without diesel, maybe, I can go to the scavengers again to find a way."

Placing the fishing rod in Xiaohewan, the fork of the Yuxi River, Shen Cong turned back to Yinping Town. Now his sense of security was enough to support him, and he left the King Kong for a short time to go outside to do some homework. I have to say that strength is the real source of self-confidence.

Walking along the street, Shen Cong did not find the scavengers.

After all, the survivors who scavenged in this direction are a minority, and Yinping Town is several kilometers south of the city, so they are not scavengers who are in a hurry, and they will not walk so far.

As for Zhang Youhai and the others he met yesterday, Shen Cong still doesn't know if the other party has brought his cards to the evolutionary.

It stands to reason that they live in Wang Gen's territory, and they should tell Wang Gen that Wang Gen, who gets the news, should at least send his subordinates to search and contact one or two.

Through the other party's cards, Shen Cong could easily judge the other party's attitude towards the unknown evolutionary in a different place. This is the reason why he clearly does not have direct contact with Wang Gen and others, and has to play tricks and tricks.

People with persecution paranoia sometimes think from a different perspective than the average person.

likes to beat around the bush, maybe the other party makes a meaningless move, and he will quickly get (catch) Shen Cong's G-spot, and then think about it and shock himself. And always design something that, in the eyes of others, may be completely frivolous, to satisfy your own delusions of persecution.

It took six years to sell the house in order to build a chariot of doom. Before the end comes, whoever sees it will have to say that he is a psychopath, plus a loser.

However, the end is still coming, a huge doomsday storm has destroyed the once thriving civilization, and the activity brought by the meteor shower has caused humans, animals, and plants to all have abnormal changes.

The former system has been hiding in the corner and surviving.

Shen Cong, who should have died like ordinary people in Wuwei County, survived tenaciously with his doomsday chariot and embarked on a mutant path of unknown good or bad.

His flaws may be more suitable for this dangerous world after the cataclysm.

Finally, he glanced at the silent ruins of Yinping Town, put away the binoculars, and Shen Cong regretfully turned around and returned along the road.

The guns were not found, the diesel fuel was not found, and the survivors were not found.

A busy day in vain.

……

Shen Cong's emotions have not been affected much, if everything goes well in the last days, it will not be called the end of the world. However, there are some things that you are in a hurry to find, and you can't find them, and instead of looking for them, it comes on its own.

The hideous cat is dead.

Shen Cong saw this scene through the telescope, a behemoth that looked like a buffalo, eating the carcass of a hideous cat. The two huge horns of the buffalo are extremely incongruous on top of their heads.

The buffalo that was supposed to eat grass is now eating meat instead.

"Cow Evolutionary Beast." Shen Cong touched it shortly, cautiously, this mutated buffalo, the size of which is about to catch up with the elephant, is obviously a dangerous guy.

But it is also excellent prey.

When the distance was only seventy meters away, Shen Cong stopped, carefully observed for more than a minute, and thought about the tactics of hunting, and made a decision.

Kill!

Hands inject the active into the fanged javelin.

Take a deep breath, relax your body, and raise your arms to aim.

Twist your waist and raise your fanged javelin high in the air, and throw the fanged javelin in a posture comparable to that of an athlete.

With a shrill whistling sound, the fanged javelin was like a bolt of lightning, heading straight for the mutant buffalo. Compared with more than a week ago, when he couldn't shoot Tai Ritian and tumor pigs, after many exercises, Shen Cong's javelin throwing technique has been very accurate. His strengthened physical fitness made it easy for him to find the power skills to throw the javelin.

Poof!

Before the buffalo could raise its head, it was thrust into its back by a bolt of lightning, and it pierced directly through the belly on the other side.

Moo!

The buffalo screamed, but was not killed, but turned around, spilled bright red blood, and rushed towards Shen Cong.

Seventy meters away, with the speed of a buffalo, five or six seconds is enough.

However, Shen Cong is not a vegetarian, and after throwing the javelin, he immediately changed to a crossbow, and the fanged arrows made by the tip of the fangs of the wolf fangs were quickly loaded.

Almost as soon as the crossbow bolt was raised, the first shot was completed.

Scold!

The fanged arrow thrust into the buffalo's forehead several times faster than the fanged javelin, and blood splattered.

Then, Shen Cong pulled out the fanged arrow again, quickly loaded it, and shot the crossbow arrow in his hand.

Scold!

This arrow was inserted into the buffalo's left eye, and because of the distance pulled, Shen Cong's crossbow arrow was more accurate.

Moo!

The huge pain from the explosion of the eye made the buffalo stumble and almost fall, but he still insisted on rushing towards Shen Cong.

After the two arrows were fired, Shen Cong jumped and left the place. His speed was not slower than that of the buffalo, and he was more agile and unwound, so he made a random circle and came to the side of the buffalo.

A third fanged arrow bursts.

Straight into the neck of the buffalo, after the neck was inserted, he ran again, went around to the other side, and gave the buffalo another fanged arrow.

Bang!

The buffalo couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground with a bang.

One fanged javelin and four fanged arrows finally brought down the mutated buffalo.

Looking around, Shen Cong quickly walked to the buffalo's side, and used an ordinary crossbow arrow to shoot at the head of the buffalo that had not yet lost his breath, and shot two arrows, both of which were shot in the eye.

Moo!

The last of the buffalo's weakened cry faded away with the wind, and it was completely dead.

Pulling out the javelin and arrows, Shen Cong dragged one of the buffalo's hind legs and pulled it in the direction of the King Kong.