Just monts ago, Chu Che re-sensed the change in the weather.
As a pathfinder, he naturally knew how unpredictable the weather could be.
Therefore, constantly monitoring weather changes had beco Chu Che’s top priority.
At this mont, anomalies had beco a secondary concern.
Yet, sothing that was supposed to happen in about twenty hours—the landslide—was now going to happen in only ten hours.
Originally, the extre weather that would bring torrential rain was detected to arrive in about fifteen hours.
Now there were only six or seven hours left before the torrential downpour.
All the disasters were arriving roughly half the ti earlier than expected.
What was already bad weather had beco much worse.
What was already extre weather had grown even more extre.
Previously, Chu Che had repeatedly urged the convoy to speed up.
He did so precisely to avoid this kind of scenario.
According to the originally sensed weather changes,
twenty hours would have been enough for the convoy to escape such terrible weather.
Chu Che had even prepared for weather shifts, telling the convoy to repeatedly push the speed limits regardless of driving safety.
By his estimation, no matter how long this stretch of road was, they could get through the gorge within those twenty hours.
But now…
He had already been cautious enough.
If the landslide ca early,
the convoy would be buried under a massive amount of earth.
The superhumans might survive,
but the survivors would probably all die.
Moreover, all the vehicles would likely be wiped out as well.
Even if Chen Ye’s truck was a Wonder,
it probably wouldn’t survive this catastrophe.
In an instant, big beads of cold sweat ford on Captain Chu’s forehead.
The few wisps of hair on his head were already wet, clinging limply to his scalp.
His clothes were soaked with sweat across a wide patch.
Chu Che’s anxiety naturally affected Xue Nan and Xiao Fu.
But the two of them said nothing, they just drove.
“Ev…ery…one…”
“Spe…ed… up!”
The simple words ca out in stamrs from Captain Chu.
Chu Che’s nervous voice transmitted through the radio into everyone’s ears.
As a Pathfinder Sequence superhuman, he had sensed countless distorted and frenzied auras.
Having seen so much, he had developed a heart of steel.
Ordinary situations rarely flustered a pathfinder.
But this ti…
Everyone heard fear in Chu Che’s voice.
“Chu Che, what’s going on?”
Chen Ye was the first to ask.
Chu Che swallowed.
His tone stalled, he swallowed again before saying, “I… I just saw… this place… in ten hours, no, maybe even sooner, will beco flat ground.”
“What?”
A shrill sound ca through the radio.
“Captain Chu, w-what did you say?”
The voice over the radio, the Pink-haired Girl’s voice, was slightly off-key.
Chen Ye looked at the mountains flanking the battered national highway.
In the dim night, the two mountain masses looked like two ferocious beasts;
the oppressive sense made one’s skin crawl.
There was a faint, gnawing worry in everyone’s hearts.
Now Chu Che’s words were proving true.
“All right, everyone, I don’t even know what’s happening!”
“I thought we had enough ti to get out of here.”
“But now it seems ti is running out.”
This kind of thing had happened before, just not this severe.
At most it was a day that shouldn’t have rained but had a little drizzle,
or a day that was supposed to rain but turned out sunny.
At most, that kind of change.
But now…
Post-apocalypse weather was capricious and often extre.
Chu Che relayed to everyone over the radio what he had seen.
In a few hours, this place would be flooded by massive rainfall, turning this road into a shallow river.
If that were all, it wouldn’t be so catastrophic.
After all, a convoy with superhumans wouldn’t be stopped so easily by a small river.
But what he said next chilled everyone to the bone.
In the torrential rain,
the mountains on both sides wouldn’t withstand the wash;
they would collapse, sending huge amounts of earth and trees sliding down.
That muddy torrent would swallow the newly ford river.
This road would simply vanish.
“Ten hours, captain, you scared to death!”
“We’ll be fine!”
The girl’s cheerfulness didn’t ease Chu Che’s worry.
For once, Chen Ye’s voice took on a rare seriousness.
“It’s not like that. Landslides that can co early once can co early again.”
“Otherwise, if there’s a change…”
Before Chen Ye finished, everyone saw the Apocalyptic Pickup’s engine let out a fierce roar and surge forward.
“Damn! Xue Nan, speed up!”
Chu Che’s loud voice ca over the radio.
Captain Chu’s modified off-roader also roared to life.
That vehicle’s power was not comparable to Chen Ye’s 2.0t engine;
it quickly caught up and even showed signs of overtaking.
“Little Fish, hurry, chase! Catch up!”
The panel van and the school bus engines thundered as they followed close behind.
Grass and branches at the roadside scraped against car bodies, the grating sound making everyone’s nerves taut.
Zhou Xiaoxiao had already floored the gas pedal.
Pushing the van’s performance, the panel van—branded with the Delivery Company ad—was clearly no match for the two modified off-roaders.
But Zhou Xiaoxiao knew better than anyone the consequences of being left behind.
As for the school bus in the rear,
it carried the most people and the heaviest load.
The passengers on the school bus were silent;
their terrified faces showed no signs of calming.
But no one questioned Captain Chu’s decision.
Everyone gripped whatever handles they could to steady themselves.
The vehicles bounced violently.
Bald Old Li’s forehead was covered with cold sweat.
Even his palms were cold with sweat, yet he didn’t have ti to wipe them.
Fortunately the school bus was traveling where the preceding vehicles had flattened the path, so its road conditions were slightly better.
This bus had dedicated maintenance personnel, who checked it twice daily.
The survivors responsible for maintaining the bus valued it more than their own eyes.
By now Chen Ye had fully activated the Apocalyptic Pickup’s unique trait, and he knew every tiny response from the vehicle.
Chen Ye’s control over the pickup had reached milliter precision.
Every inch of soil the wheels crushed was the optimal choice.
Although it was only a 2.0t engine,
it clung stubbornly to the tail of Chu Che’s vehicle,
never letting the gap widen too far.
If a director could watch Chen Ye at this mont, they would be astonished.
Chen Ye’s precise maneuvers would not be out of place in racing films.
But even with Chen Ye’s fine handling,
more than half the ti his butt couldn’t sit on the seat;
he kept being thrown up and down.
Chen Ye could even see the head of Little Fish charging beside him.
Normally that girl excelled at unmanned driving.
This was the first ti her head could be seen while she drove.
Well, not fully visible.
Anyway, Little Fish’s head kept disappearing and reappearing at the car window.
In the school bus, a young man who had originally sat in the last row was, before long, rolling and appeared beside Bald Old Li.
A mont later he was back in the last row.
The young man’s head was split and bloodied, crimson stark across the cabin.
No one mocked him;
most people wanted to weld themselves to their seats right then.
The convoy roared through the gorge, fighting to get clear before the landslide hit.
The rain in this minute was much heavier than a minute before.
Puddles on the ground were increasing.
Even the superhumans felt the mounting pressure.
Just then, suddenly a very intense tune blasted from behind.
Chen Ye glanced at the rearview mirror.
His eyes nearly bulged from their sockets.
At the convoy’s rear, a tiny vehicle—seeming like a “rry Little Prince”—was crazily charging toward them.
Not only that,
behind that “rry Little Prince” was an insane assault by an “Apocalyptic Fortress!!!”
That almost sci-fi vehicle rose three stories high.
A flag flew from its highest point with two characters written on it.
Only after looking closely could one make out what those two characters were.
They were the characters for “Emperor.”
“Holy crap!”
Chen Ye gaped in astonishnt.
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