Doomsday Mobile Partition

The day Chen Mo was exiled to the surface, he only had three thoughts in his mind: First, the box of expired lunch meat was indeed stolen by him. Second, the Minister of Materials is the current husband of his ex-girlfriend, so this looks like retaliation. Thirdly, I didn't add a second bowl of braised pork in the cafeteria. It's a pity, it's such a damn pity. When he was thrown out of the gate of District 3, he only had half a pack of tissues in his pocket. Then he bound to the doomsday survival system, and the first thing the system said was: "The host's crime was detected as stealing expired luncheon meat... Tsk tsk." Can this system handle it? Even more outrageous is the wasteland. The surface of the earth has long been devastated by the "distortion factor". The two-headed chicken is chasing him, the cactus can curse, and the mutated mushroom can glow and sing at night. He started with a broken truck that was rewarded by the system, and his teammates were all weirdos - a violent lolita who could poison people by cooking, a sociophobic girl who could chat with mutated creatures, and a mad scientist who built an exoskeleton out of scrap metal. Others are surviving in the wasteland, they are living in the wasteland. Grow vegetables, raise chickens, barbecue, and hold complaints. The big guys in the underground city thought this was just a group of ants on the surface at first, until one day they discovered - why are the people on the surface getting better and better? Why did the people underground start running out? Why did that exiled garbage man drive a broken truck and become a mobile kingdom that no one can control? The top leaders of the twelve divisions held a full-day meeting and finally came to a conclusion. That broken truck was a subdivision.