"Forget it." Jack twisted his head to the side and straightened up.

In this way, it is correct that as a player, you cannot use NPC weapons. To the naked eye, the machete weighs only about 30kg.

"Jessica, this time you're in the car, and you're not allowed to go anywhere." His eyes widened and he pressed against the bones of his hand.

"Jack, I—" Jessica looked up, a sad expression. She wants to follow her brother to the town in search of resources.

Forced by the other party's oppression, she put down her hands again, sighed, looked at the two of them reluctantly, and closed the car door hard.

Jack turned his head and continued, "What star, let's go to town to find gasoline." ”

"Farstar, thank you." He smiled.

Jack frowned, "I don't care what star you are, it's an NPC anyway, let's go!" He clenched his fists and walked to the scattered residential area along the road.

Shen Mingyuan followed behind him, and now the most important task of several people was to find gasoline.

But the road is full of scrapped cars, and most of the gas in the chassis has dried up, so where to find it.

He looked at the car next to Jack.

[Black scrapped cars: not usable, the chassis contains a small amount of gasoline, 80% of which volatilizes into gasoline vapor. 】

He looked at the cars parked within a 300-meter radius. All of them are unusable, and the gasoline in the fuel tank has varying degrees of loss.

I now have to look at which car has the least gas loss. Shen Mingyuan was ready to walk deeper into the town.

"Hey, NPC, where are you going, help me look out for the wind!" Jack poked his head out of the scrapped black car.

Shen Mingyuan stopped and turned his head: "I want to go around the neighborhood and see what I can pick up." ”

"What? If you don't stay here, what if the zombies come, I was eaten by the zombies, and you have to take full responsibility. He looked up, still turning the screw cap in his hands.

Jack had worked for a time in the car factory owned by his ancestors, so the work of disassembling the fuel tank was not difficult for him at all.

The smell of gasoline in the car was very strong, and the tank must have been filled with a lot of gasoline, and he leaned down.

Judging by the appearance of the oil tank alone, it was difficult for him to tell how much was left in it, picked up the wrench that had fallen on the ground, and continued to twist the nut.

Shen Mingyuan stood aside, watching the other party's various operations. As a player, Jack can't see the text prompt above the black car at all, and his series of behaviors are as if he were staying in real life, full of unknowns.

Do you want to tell him the real situation of this car, Shen Mingyuan took a few steps closer.

"Damn, this shit is stuck." Jack's two hands rotated the remaining screws vigorously, and his whole face turned red.

"Jack, this car.." He reminded.

Jack was even more annoyed by the other party's performance. You NPC, let you watch the wind, you don't look, now I'm busy, and I don't take a handle.

Sure enough, it was sent by the game system to make trouble, and he wasn't a local at all, and the homeless man was about the same, he rolled his eyes. "What's wrong with this car?" He said impatiently.

Seeing the arrogance and disdain of the other party, Shen Mingyuan only felt that he was deeply despised by the other party, and he couldn't be angry, the zombies were still nearby.

"Cut, impudent." Jack lowered his head and continued to work.

Shen Mingyuan continued to walk deeper into the town, the noon sun dispelled the weirdness of being afraid of the dark, most of the mutated creatures would only move in the dark.

He looked at the end of the path, a small food processing plant, with a pale red advertising row.

"Salted fish canning factory?" Shen Mingyuan barely recognized the distorted font.

A small gray van is parked next to the factory.

[Waste van: Salted fish canning farm delivery only, most of the parts have been damaged. In order to save fuel, the owner of the cannery deliberately made some changes to its oil tank to maintain the volatilization rate of the gasoline bomb, which is currently 30% lost. 】

30% of the loss should be enough to last for a while, so let's try a more labor-saving method first.

He walked over to the car door and pulled it. The doors were locked.

"Hey." Shen Mingyuan sighed lightly, picked up the machete in his hand, and aimed the bottom of the machete at the edge of the glass.

Bang, the crack spread along the edge of the glass little by little, and it was still a little bit, Shen Mingyuan mended the knife again.

The glass fell all over the ground now I can get gasoline smoothly shen mingyuan quickly got into the car the cobwebs slammed his face and a smell of rotting fish came from the surface he covered his nose.

The doors are locked, how can a spider get in? He wiped the cobwebs from his face and looked around.

An unidentified black goo-like object sits under the back seat.

Shen Mingyuan took a closer look, to be precise, this thing was like a paste made of black sesame seeds, and bubbles kept coming out, he touched it closely, there was no burning sensation on the outside of the iron barrel, and there was no trademark around, like a fake and shoddy product.

[The factory owner's self-refined gasoline: Due to the country's economic depression in the past year, which has caused oil prices to soar, one day, the factory owner dug an oil well in his backyard, so he started refining his own oil. Although the quality is not as good as what is sold in the regular market, it does not cost money. 】

If the boss can use it, I can also use it, so let's keep it first. On the rear seat hangs an army-green autumn suit, covered with plastic film.

He didn't want this zombie's blood-stained clothes, so he took them off directly and put on new clothes. The clothes are made of wool, which is very warm, and there is nothing bad except that the sleeves are a little long and the smell of dust is heavy.

He warmed up a lot in his new clothes, and now it's time to return to his destination. Shen Mingyuan clapped his hands and looked out the window.

"NPC, where did you go?" Jack came running from not far away, his palms stained with gasoline.

Shen Mingyuan jumped out of the window and carried the gasoline in his hand.

Jack looked at the unknown liquid he was carrying in his hand and gasped. "Oh my God, where did you pick this thing?"

The small, dense bubbles aroused the most primitive fear in his heart. He covered his mouth and kept retching.

"It's disgusting,." He scolded and vomited, as if he had eaten ten catties of Rafflesia.

Shen Mingyuan stood in place, looked at him with a smile, and calmed down. Jack came out of nowhere and seemed a little nervous.

Jack complains that NPCs are disgusting every day, and that laugh looks like a mockery. "I'll call my dad another day and ban your game, damn NPC."

In his opinion, his father is rich enough to do anything. A few months ago, he just reported a "paradise island game", and that game was just as boring as this one, and "Baiwei Life" was big.

Shen Mingyuan picked up a can of gasoline on the ground and prepared to leave.

There was a sharp sound next to the factory door, and he quickly turned around, tensing his nerves.

A short black shadow sprang out from behind Jack.