Chapter 79: Three Thousand Tickets? Why Don’t You Just Rob a Bank?

The convoy resumed its journey, but this time, three more vehicles joined the procession. Jiang Ying and the other two women had been cast out by Lin Mu. Fifteen vehicles meant thirty times the supplies, and with Wang Changjun inside one of them, that made thirty-one times. Perfection.

As for Wang Changjun, he would stay inside the car for now. By eight o'clock that night, after a full day, Lin Mu had acquired three more batches of supply crates. The largest haul yielded forty-four crates at once. Clearly, the number of crates was not fixed this time. Whether this was good or bad for others, for him, it could not have been more advantageous.

"Ding~ Toxic Blaze Giant recycled successfully. Obtained: 300 liters of gasoline, 500 milliliters of Blazing Poison Liquid."

Lin Mu raised an eyebrow—new materials had appeared in the recycling.

"Blazing Poison Liquid (S): Fire toxin, contact causes total bodily decay."

So the attack from that green giant earlier must have been caused by this? Upon reflection, the so-called anti-toxin suits seemed of little use. Those claws could easily pierce through them. Lin Mu finally understood: the toxic mist was indeed poisonous but could be blocked, whereas these creatures could only be countered with weapons. Not necessarily automotive components—ordinary firearms would suffice.

With that in mind, Lin Mu opened the regional channel.

"Zone 62"—151,000 people.

On the first day, over ten thousand had vanished. This was within Lin Mu's expectations, for the dangers this time far exceeded the previous ones.

"Damn! Has anyone seen those green giants? They're terrifying!"

"Idiot, just use firearms. Any firearm could deal with them."

"I’d love to use one, but you need to have one first."

"…"

Not everyone possessed firearms, and even those who did found ammunition to be a costly commodity. See, business opportunities arise! Lin Mu opened the workbench and began crafting weapons and bullets. He had plenty of basic materials, if little else.

"USp Pistol": Exchange for Vehicle Component Blueprint x1
"Universal Pistol Bullets x50": Exchange for Vehicle Component Blueprint x1
"AK47": Exchange for Vehicle Component Blueprint x2
"Universal Rifle Bullets x30": Exchange for Vehicle Component Blueprint x1

A pile of weapons made from basic materials—sell them! Wherever you are, there are always clever people. Upon seeing these items for exchange, many immediately realized the vehicle component blueprints must be useful, though they weren't sure exactly how. That didn’t stop them from accumulating blueprints.

Though this had some impact on Lin Mu, it wasn’t significant. After finishing this, he began to "enchant" his vehicles. He prepared ten sheets each of exorcism, warding, and banishing talismans, and even crafted several crosses.

"Provide reasonable modification options based on materials," Lin Mu thought to himself.

Soon, a spinning circle appeared. After about five minutes, two options emerged.

Option 1: Simplified version of Universal Evil Repellent, permanent use: 1,000 sheets each of exorcism, warding, and banishing talismans. Effect: Such creatures automatically avoid the vehicle.

Option 2: Talisman Launcher. Requires: 10 mithril ingots, 100 yellow talisman papers, 200 grams of cinnabar, 2 electronic components. Effect: Foolproof operation, automatically generates the appropriate talisman.

Lin Mu’s mouth twitched—three thousand sheets, really? He had barely over three hundred yellow talisman papers in total; was this a joke? What was the point of such an option? Even if he could do it, he wouldn’t want to. Simple: when he saw "automatic avoidance," he lost interest. Unless there was no reward for killing these creatures, he’d never install it. But judging by recent experience, that seemed unlikely.

Lin Mu stretched and directly selected Option 2. A launcher, foolproof operation—very convenient. A 3D model of a car appeared before his eyes. The roof had no space left, but anywhere else would suffice. Lin Mu considered for a moment and chose to install it at the front of the vehicle. As for the flamethrower, he dismantled it—it wouldn’t be needed anytime soon.

He closed the panel and glanced at the rearview mirror: the vehicles behind remained within the range of the spotlights, so safety should be assured.

"How’s Wang Changjun doing?"

"Reporting, Master, there are no abnormalities. If you are concerned, I can break his arms and legs."

Lin Mu’s mouth twitched—a dangerous suggestion.

"Cough, no need. Just keep an eye on the surroundings tonight. If anything happens, come find me upstairs."

"Understood, Master."

Now, the only ones left in the vehicle were Lin Mu, 001, and Wang Changjun. Once the car was full, Wang Changjun would no longer be needed. A pity—the odds of encountering people were so low.

Lin Mu entered the bedroom, indulged in a luxurious hot bath, then lay down on the soft bed and drifted into sleep.

Inside Shu Yi's vehicle—

"Ah! Sis! We can't go back to the main vehicle!" Shu Xin’s wailing voice came through the intercom.

"So what? You were worried Lin Mu might do something to us," Shu Yi replied, helpless.

"But... I really miss that bed."

Shu Xin sprawled across the seat, uncomfortable all over. A seat was still a seat—no matter how many upgrades the vehicle had, it remained just that. How could it compare to a bed?

"What can we do? Maybe tomorrow you can talk to Lin Mu yourself?"

"Maybe not," Shu Xin muttered, worrying she might not get to eat those delicious meals anymore.

Jiang Ying and Gu Wanqing felt the same, already nostalgic for life in Lin Mu's vehicle. After all, they never had to do anything—just sit inside. Now, they had to sleep on seats and drive; their quality of life had plummeted.

The chubby one was unbothered, so long as he survived, anything was fine.

Everyone chatted in their respective channels. 001 monitored the surroundings via multimedia, listening to the voices from the intercom. She would report all this to Lin Mu tomorrow. Of course, Zhang Qian’s voice was rare; as the captain, he well understood the intercom’s function.

By eleven at night, all had fallen asleep, and the convoy was enveloped in quiet. Sixteen spotlights illuminated the surroundings, dispersing the green mist. Even the regional and global channels saw fewer speakers, gradually falling silent.

At midnight, as the clock struck twelve, the green mist surged!

001 gazed at the swirling mist outside, her eyes glinting.

"Green mist moving, distance from vehicle: 180 meters... Suspicious targets detected... Analyzing..."

From the right, several short figures darted out of the fog, brandishing assorted weapons. They muttered to themselves, casting greedy glances at the vehicles. Their eyes brimmed with avarice, and drool dripped onto the ground, releasing wisps of black smoke.