14.3 per cent for option I, 71.4 per cent for option two and 14.3 per cent for option IV.

……

[Option 3]

[Attempted to repair the semi-scrapped vehicles in the camp and drive them to Minato]

……

There is no means of movement......

Zheng Zhuo looked inside the camp.

Discarded trellises and discarded metal parts are everywhere, and in the corners, there are some rusty motorcycles.

He walked there.

“…… Wow. ”

Zheng Zhuo had never seen a motorcycle with such severe wind erosion. The body has been blown to a pure mud color by the wind of the desert, and everywhere is covered with a thick layer of ash. A layer of rust has accumulated on all movable devices, including tires, cylinders, grips, and dashboards, as far as the eye can see.

"Does this still work?"

Zheng Zhuo snorted his tongue.

But he also knew that the only thing that could be left from the places where the "garbage heap" had been swept was this kind of thing.

Zheng Zhuo squatted down. Either way, it might be the only hope of getting him out of here.

…… He didn't want to pin his hopes on riding someone else's mobility anymore. He doesn't believe anything now.

"I hope I don't need to pay off my car loan in this world."

Zheng Zhuo dragged the motorcycle into the middle of the field. He said as he vigorously knocked off its shell.

Gradually, Zheng Zhuo found that what happened to him was not all bad.

In the process, he realized that his strength had increased a little. In addition, technical capabilities have been enhanced.

(I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have been able to assemble and rebuild motorcycles.) ）”

He knocked rust and thought.

The nanochips almost killed him. But it doesn't seem to have been just negative.

……

After some time.

Zheng Zhuo succeeded in removing all weathered, deformed, and rusty parts.

During this time, he only rested for a few hours and drank some water from the camp. Food: He only ate a paste that was heated by mixing wheat flour and water.

After all, the only thing that can be eaten is wheat flour, which is not taken away. Zheng Zhuo thought that this might be because of the volume.

But he didn't feel uncomfortable.

(Am I a superhuman now?) ）”

Zheng Zhuo thought about this question from time to time, but he couldn't be sure.

He was unable to confirm his assessment points. During repairs, he did feel that he had become intelligent and dexterous, but at other times, ghosting, auditory hallucinations, semicircular canal vertigo, and sudden loss of strength and control of his limbs accompanied him.

I definitely can't fight people now.

Zheng Zhuo is sure not to mention the ability to react...... Although his reflexes are good now...... Even if the other side didn't find himself at all, standing and letting himself hit first, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't get sick in the battle.

"Hey."

It doesn't help to think too much. Let's do what is in front of you first.

Zheng Zhuo returned his attention to the motorcycle skeleton in hand.

“……”

Yes, he really has nothing to put back. After removing all the parts that could not be used, the motorcycle was left with only the most basic skeleton structure, transmission structure and engine.

Moreover, he doesn't look very much like the motorcycle that Zheng Zhuo imagined.

He circled around the skeleton of the motorcycle.

There are three wheels. The front is a single wheel, the back is a double wheel, and the whole has a triangular structure with a thick girder in the middle.

Compared to Zheng Zhuo's imaginary land motorcycle, it is more like a snowmobile in his imagination.

The wheels are also completely unusable. All were demolished because of rust.

He couldn't go on the road on a motorcycle.

But......

"In other words, as long as there are wheels, this thing can still move."

The skeleton is carbon-brazing. It is fairly sturdy and not much affected by weathering.

As long as you find the wheel, the worst thing is to walk on your feet, which is better than relying on two legs alone.

After dawn, Zheng Zhuo briefly left the camp.

When he returned in the evening, he brought back a badly deformed supermarket trolley.

……

The trolleys were also painted with red and white promotional slogans. Why is it in the desert? The reason Zheng Zhuo can think of is that he fell from the garbage truck.

Anyway, no one needs it. Zheng Zhuo removed its wheels and installed them on the skeleton of his motorcycle.

Now, he has a skeleton of a motorcycle with pitifully small wheels that he can push around.

What's better about it than that trolley is that there's room for improvement......

Zheng Zhuo comforted himself like this. He piled all his tools onto the "motorcycle" and then brought some water and wheat flour.

He pushed his motorcycle and set off.

After walking for about two hours, he collected three wheels of the same model in an abandoned vehicle on the side of the road.

His motorcycle now has wheels.

About an hour later, he got a working chain on a motorcycle that had been knocked into and completely scrapped.

He replaced the rusty chains that could only serve a fixed purpose.

Another half hour or so.

Zheng Zhuo finally found a car with some fuel in the tank.

……

Buzz, buzz, bump.

Zheng Zhuo drove a motorcycle that was bumpy like a spring car on the plain.

The car sucks. Where the car body is insufficient, it all depends on Zheng Zhuo's momentum, perseverance and athleticism to persevere.

(No, no, no, no, no matter what, it's getting faster...... ）”

Zheng Zhuo had to keep his mouth closed to prevent his teeth from biting his tongue out.

He glanced at the dashboard.

“……”

The dashboard shows that the speed is zero.

All right. He still didn't fix the dashboard in the end. However, he felt that his current pace was not slow.

At least 40km/h.

And the Bay Area is the closest district to the wasteland in Los Angeles.

He flew over the hillside and saw docks, cranes, containers, and the sea in the distance.

……

When Zheng Zhuo finally entered the port area, the motorcycle was about to fall apart.

And Zheng Zhuo is about to fall apart.

The setting sun gradually sinks into the horizon where the sea and the sky meet. Zheng Zhuo drove along the seaside path in the last rays of the sun, and parked his motorcycle next to the road.

If there is anything good about this broken motorcycle, Zheng Zhuo thinks, there is only one advantage that it is not easy to be stolen.

(No one wants it.) None of them knew how to drive it. ）”

After being tortured by a motorcycle for too long, Zheng Zhuo even felt a little complacent in his heart.

Night is falling. Zheng Zhuo lowered his body, dodged the drones patrolling in the air as much as possible, and moved inward.

(remember...... Deep carcass in the warehouse...... Indeed...... ）”

He walked in from memory. His holographic glasses already had a signal, but he did not dare to use them here: he was afraid of being positioned.

As soon as the signal came, he contacted the young woman, but there was still no response, which made him a little uneasy.

What happened?

He had to know.

Zheng Zhuo gradually approached the direction of the warehouse. He walked from the narrow alleyway, unlike the last big road.

This alleyway is full of large items covered in green canvas.

(What is it?) ）”

Zheng Zhuo lifted the corner of the cloth.

He saw a machine gun.

(hmm...... Well? ）”

Just before Zheng Zhuo understood the current situation, he heard footsteps.

Someone's coming.

……

【Question】

Where do you want to hide? 】

[Option 1]

【Near the warehouse】

[Option 2]

【Higher Ground】

[Option 3]

【Where to get close to the machine gun】

[Option 4]

【Near the motorcycle】

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