A Core Ship From The Start
Chapter 1436 - 974: The Shortest Distance Between Two Points is a Straight Line

Chapter 1436: Chapter 974: The Shortest Distance Between Two Points is a Straight Line

One small advantage of being in the apocalypse is that everyone knows that to gain something, you have to give something in return. After Duanmu Huai made the decision, the other survivors decisively joined the team—after all, you reap what you sow, right? The more you give, the more you get, isn’t it?

Aiden and Joel naturally wanted to join; they were vulnerable on their own, and this was Joel’s problem to begin with. As for Aiden—as a Wanderer, he would never miss an opportunity to scavenge.

Among the students, Komuro Takashi and Miyamoto Rei joined in. They at least had some combat ability. Tall City Saye would stay behind to help Mary look after Hillary Alice and Ellie...after all, they couldn’t just leave the two little girls in this unfamiliar place.

The reason Mary stayed was simple. As a writer, she saw that this settlement had a lot of material she could gather, didn’t she?

Moreover, with Mary’s abilities, even if the people in the settlement wanted to harm them...well, thankfully Mary was kind-hearted and generally didn’t cause deaths, but suppressing the whole settlement wouldn’t be difficult for her.

Lumiaire and Axelle stayed to guard the train while Duanmu Huai set out with Ogis and Gavi.

Of course, before that, they managed to get a map from the people in the settlement to determine their route.

"Hmm...so the oil depot is to the east...not too far, but not very close either."

Duanmu Huai looked at the circle drawn on the map and compared it to their current location. If they were lucky, it was that the food processing plant itself was located in the industrial area, and the oil depot was on the edge of the industrial area. Of course, no one would put such a depot in the city center, right? Otherwise, wouldn’t it be fun if it blew up like a big firework?

Because of this, the depot remained intact. Now, the problem was that it was about two blocks from the food processing plant to the oil depot—in normal times, this would just be a bus ride of a few dozen minutes.

But now?

Looking at the streets, which were littered with car wrecks and scattered debris—yes, that was the real problem.

Even if you reached the oil depot, you still couldn’t transport the oil over, which was another problem. Carrying a few barrels of fuel by hand and shoulder is hardly enough to do anything, right?

According to the Commander’s statement from the settlement, the Scouts detected that there was a fuel truck for transportation at the oil depot. If it wasn’t damaged, it could potentially be used.

But the problem is...the truck has to be able to make it over!

With the current road conditions, it’s like a traffic jam during the morning rush hour. Without clearing away the car wrecks, nothing can be done, okay?

Why can a ten-minute route get jammed for an hour? Everyone understands, right?

Fortunately...they weren’t without options.

"Boom!"

Duanmu Huai strode forward, swinging the War Hammer in his hand. The wrecked cars sprawled on the street were hit by him like golf balls and sent flying away, spinning rapidly in the air before crashing heavily into the ruins of nearby shops and houses—anyway, no one lived there anymore, so they weren’t worried about anyone coming to complain or demand compensation.

Of course, these places weren’t entirely uninhabited either. The startled undead wouldn’t let the culprits go, jumping out to express their anger, only to be immediately taken out by the waiting survivors.

"Phew...to be honest, this is my first time doing something like this."

After taking out another undead, Aiden reloaded a new magazine, glancing at Duanmu Huai, who was clearing the path ahead, with a complex expression.

"This is really...what can I say, it’s even more outrageous than having a tank clear the way."

"Honestly, I wonder if Mr. Duanmu has been infected by the virus."

Miyamoto Rei whispered gossip, holding her Long Spear.

"Look at that physique of his; the average person can’t grow that sturdy, right? The Night Demon is tall and robust, like him..."

"But he shouldn’t have been infected, after all..."

At this point, Joel also joined the chat.

"Even though he looks intimidating, he still looks human, doesn’t he? There’s no sign of infection on him."

"But the Tribunal’s technology must be very advanced."

Komuro Takashi gripped the baseball bat in his hand, eyes fixed on the Power Armor Duanmu Huai was wearing. As a young man, it was natural that he couldn’t look away from high-tech gadgets like this.

"Look at his Armor, not to mention undead, I bet it could even withstand missiles!"

"You better not even think about it."

Seeing the envy in Komuro Takashi’s eyes, Miyamoto Rei sneered.

"That Armor is so big; even if someone gave it to you, you couldn’t wear it."

"Actually, I’m quite curious about what powers this thing..."

It’s not just Komuro Takashi; even Aiden and Joel were envious of the Power Armor. For those who have been fighting in the wasteland, they understand the importance of gear the best. Especially such seemingly powerful and indeed actually powerful Power Armor—saying they weren’t drooling would be a lie. However, unfortunately, they knew they didn’t have that kind of luck—besides, with their builds, they wouldn’t be able to fit into it anyway.