Chapter 89 - 075 This Step, Cannot Retreat (Request for First Subscription)_3
But now that the apocalypse had arrived, this was his mobile fortress.
The vehicle was over six meters long, two and a half meters wide, almost three meters tall, and could withstand seven tons of TNT. Every aspect of its design was crafted to handle complex environments. Even if zombies dared block its path, they would be crushed under its wheels.
"Really wealthy," Lin Fan said with a smile.
This was a rich man’s ride. For Lin Fan, with his current salary, he feared he could work his whole life and still never afford such a vehicle. But even if he could buy it, he had no plans to do so. A car didn’t need to be expensive, as long as he liked it.
"Bro Hao, look at the iron gate of this community. It’s clearly been modified. Do you think there might be supplies inside? Why don’t we go in and take them?" a man sitting in the back whispered.
Since the apocalypse had begun, they had survived by following Brother Hao and relying on this apocalyptic fortress and the shotgun in Brother Hao’s hand. So far, they hadn’t faced any major problems. Even when encountering zombies, they would just charge and violently blaze a trail through.
The man with the brown hair, Brother Hao, scrutinized Lin Fan and the dilapidated community, "No need. With this rundown community, what kind of supplies could there be? His situation doesn’t look good either—he’s carrying a broken sword and reading a book at the community gate. He must have issues with his mental health. Just now, when we arrived, several zombies were chasing us; getting out of the car now would not be wise."
The three people in the backseat couldn’t help but give a thumbs up.
"Brother Hao is so insightful."
"Brother Hao is awesome."
Before the apocalypse, they had hung out with Brother Hao, indulging in the best food and drinks, soaked in wine and pleasures, indescribably thrilled.