When they wake up, seven billion people around the world are plunged into a bloody road survival game. At the beginning, each person had a vehicle - some had a rusty bicycle, some had an oil-leaking tractor, and in front of Lin Hui, there was a complete travel trailer parked quietly.
But this is not enough.
While others were begging for half a bottle of mineral water and working hard to upgrade their talents, Lin Hui stared at his own screen and smiled - he could actually get a [golden entry] for every level of vehicle he upgraded!
[Fuel Tank + Unlimited] = Perpetual fuel, start with burning tires in the zombie wave, while others eat ashes and he races.
[Tires + Never Wear] = Absolute defense, Cthulhu's tentacles came over without even a scratch.
[RV + space folding] = moving castle, material warehouse, arsenal, and constant temperature swimming pool. While others were shivering in the cold wind, he was simmering fat beef hot pot to watch the evil god break the defense.
This is not survival, this is a vacation.
Until that day, when his RV reached the full level, the last entry that popped up was——
Truth+? ? ?
Only then did Lin Hui understand: This killing game was never meant to eliminate the weak.
"Term, let me see your limit!"
