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Seeing the other party's outrageous demands, Luo Shanhe, sitting in the back seat, couldn't help but feel exasperated. If it weren't for the fact that the other person was on the other side of the virtual world, with his fiery temper, he would probably have grabbed his gun and treated the other party like a zombie.
This bastard was just taking advantage of the situation, how shameless!
Leng Fengyang, however, was unfazed. After all, in this apocalyptic world, scarcity equates to value. Even though the other party wanted those items, which were also scarce resources, being stuck on this glacier meant that a set of snow chains was far more precious than any of those goods.
And scarcity was not only a premium resource but also an essential rule in this apocalyptic game that everyone despised yet could not do without.
"Lao Luo, we need to be realistic. Without the snow chains, we’ll be stuck in this snow. You don’t really want to go back to Underground City, do you? Let’s make a deal; for survival, some compromises are necessary."
Though reluctant, Luo Shanhe knew Leng Fengyang was right. Surviving was already a stroke of luck. In this doomsday escape, many times, to reach the Dark Side of the Moon alive, there were no choices left and no reason to be picky.
Looking at the firearms in the trunk that he cherished so much, he finally picked one and handed it to Leng Fengyang. Still feeling a bit reluctant, he said, "A-Feng, I’m reluctantly parting with this. When we get to the Dark Side of the Moon, you must return my instant noodles."
Luo Shanhe's words carried a weight of seriousness and expectation as his gaze pierced through the swirling snowflakes, as if he could see that legendary Dark Side of the Moon—a place where one could escape disaster and find new hope.
Leng Fengyang took the heavy firearm and felt not only its cold weight but also Luo Shanhe's heavy emotions and trust. He then said, "Lao Luo, don’t worry; there will be enough instant noodles and ham sausages."
Their joking eased the atmosphere inside the vehicle, bringing comfort to A Yan as well. "This is amazing; the snow chains arrived so quickly."
Luo Shanhe picked up the snow chains and fitted them onto the tank while easily brushing off the snow from his clothes.
As the snow chains were securely fastened onto the tank's wide tires, it felt as if the vehicle had been infused with new vitality amidst the biting winter wind.
Sitting in the passenger seat, A Yan watched Luo Shanhe's focused and skilled movements with a sense of inexplicable safety swelling within her. She knew that with these two friends by her side, even the most difficult journey could become interesting and filled with hope.
"Are you ready? We need to be careful; this ice surface is not like ordinary roads."
Luo Shanhe checked the tightness of the snow chains one last time before returning to his seat in the back. His gaze was resolutely fixed on the seemingly calm yet perilous ice field ahead.
Leng Fengyang, being the driving expert among them, patted the tank's steering wheel with excitement bubbling within him as he prepared for action.
"Hold on tight; we're about to dance on ice!"
His words carried a hint of excitement and challenge. As he started the vehicle, the tank's engine roared to life—deep and powerful—like a beast ready to charge across the ice field.
At first, they drove cautiously over the ice surface; the sound of tires scraping against it was distinctly audible. The snow chains played a crucial role in maintaining good traction for their vehicle.
However, good times were short-lived. In the distance, a faint crack appeared in the ice like a menacing fissure threatening to swallow any intruder whole.
"Do you see that? Ahead lies our test."
Leng Fengyang's eyes sharpened instantly. Without hesitation, he quickly assessed the situation and decided to use the tank's powerful engine and maneuverability for an impromptu drift on ice to avoid this sudden danger.
He lightly pressed down on the accelerator while swiftly turning the steering wheel. The massive body of the tank responded immediately as its rear gracefully slid out, leaving behind a beautiful arc.
On the smooth ice surface, Leng Fengyang seemed to transform into an ice dancer, skillfully maneuvering the vehicle. Every turn and acceleration was executed perfectly, turning a crisis into a visual feast.
Under Leng Fengyang's control, the tank appeared to come alive, not only avoiding cracks in the ice but also tracing out a series of astonishing patterns on the surface. Each drift was accompanied by the unique sound of tires grinding against the ice—a symphony of speed and skill.
It was exhilarating!
A Yan couldn't help but cheer, her voice echoing across the vast ice field, adding a touch of vitality to this tense yet enjoyable moment.
In this desolate post-apocalyptic backdrop, the glacier known as Snowy Domain became A Yan's sanctuary. Her laughter was like the first ray of dawn breaking through winter's chill, piercing through cold and despair, bringing unprecedented energy and color to this lifeless expanse.
Perhaps this was a form of self-comfort.
However, good times are often fleeting.
"A-Feng, watch ahead; something seems off," Luo Shanhe said with a hint of concern in his voice. Half of his body leaned out of the sunroof, his Sniper Rifle steady on the roof as he carefully observed the icy road ahead through the high-precision scope, his eyes revealing vigilance.
Upon hearing this, A Yan's smile gradually faded. Her voice, though soft, carried an undeniable tension as she asked, "Lao Luo, what do you see?"
Luo Shanhe slowly lowered his Sniper Rifle and returned to the cabin. In a serious tone, he said, "There are cracks on the ice surface—more than one. They seem to be spreading at an unusual speed. Worse still, it looks like there's a sign of collapse in the distant glacier. We need to find a way to leave here quickly."
At his words, Leng Fengyang immediately pressed down on the accelerator. Yet in this complex icy terrain, even the most skilled drivers could not guarantee absolute safety.
The wheels squeaked against the ice as if each rotation was a race against death.
【Danger detected ahead; activating emergency avoidance mode. Autonomous driving engaged. Please brace yourself.】
Leng Fengyang's heart tightened as he felt the vehicle suddenly stabilize, as if supported by an invisible force. He quickly followed the System Prompt—gripping the handrails tightly and pressing his body against the seatback while keeping his gaze fixed ahead. The vehicle moved with an unimaginable precision and agility across the ice, elegantly avoiding sudden cracks and floating ice that appeared in its path.
Outside the window, cold winds howled and snowflakes danced in the air; yet inside the vehicle, it was eerily quiet except for occasional electronic alerts reminding them that emergency avoidance mode was operational.
【Current status: The vehicle is traveling at a stable speed on the ice surface, maintaining approximately kilometers per hour. Tire pressure has been precisely adjusted for optimal performance on ice, effectively enhancing traction and reducing slippage risk.】
Leng Fengyang couldn't help but marvel at the power of having System Prompt at his side while secretly feeling grateful for such reliable support in this perilous icy domain.
Just imagine—those who did not carry a system player with them in this apocalyptic escape game would have to face such deadly survival conditions alone.
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