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Highway Survival: I Drive a Beat-Up Minivan to Carry My Little Sister to Victory

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Chapter 18

Highway Survival: I Drive a Beat-Up Minivan to Carry My Little Sister to Victory

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It was here. Finally, it had come.

This time, she would not be as utterly disheveled as in her past life.

She was fully prepared now, and her surplus supplies were completely inventoried; all that remained was waiting for that precise moment to arrive.Full novel: Highway Survival: I Drive a Beat-Up Minivan to Carry My Little Sister to Victory — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠

“Sister, I’m a bit scared.”

Hearing that voice, Lin Duoduo instinctively felt a trace of terror.

“Duoduo, don’t be afraid. You have me.”

Lin Wanwan reached out, pulled her sister from the passenger seat into the back compartment, placed her on her lap, and held her tightly in a warm hug.

Lin Duoduo also held Lin Wanwan with all her strength.

Right at this moment, His voice resounded once again.

[The disaster this time is a natural catastrophe: Extreme Cold Catastrophe.]

[Since this catastrophe is the participants’ first encounter with a harsh environment, the catastrophe intensity has been reduced by 40%, with no additional tasks.]

Reduced by forty percent?

Hearing His voice, Lin Wanwan gave a bitter smile.

He indeed said it was reduced by 40%, but dropping from over twenty degrees above zero to thirty degrees below zero was still a full fifty-degree temperature swing.

The so-called “no additional tasks” was merely to let these people, including herself, adapt to this world; the second catastrophe would definitely not be this merciful.

Apart from contending with the natural catastrophe, one also had to dodge monsters that could appear at any given moment.

Added to the fact that He would publish various tasks at irregular intervals, calling it a narrow escape from death would not be an exaggeration at all.

Lin Wanwan glanced at the chat screen. She knew the cruelty that lay ahead, but the people in the group chat didn’t know; they were still merrily chatting away over there.

“Guys, talk about this unknown entity—what exactly does he want to do?”

“Difficulty reduced by 40%? Does this mean he wants more of us to survive?”

“He said Extreme Cold Catastrophe, but how cold can it get? I’m from the Northeast—I’m not afraid of freezing.”

“Mine is a Ferrari sports car with doors and windows shut tight. Even if an extreme cold catastrophe comes, turning on the heater then will be beyond comfortable.”

“The one above, quit bragging! Do you have enough gas? How long can you hold out?”

“Even if that Ferrari sports car of yours runs faster and can grab a few more treasure chests than us, can you guarantee every treasure chest drops gasoline? Or can you guarantee you can handle the monster coming out of every single treasure chest?”

Hearing this person’s analysis, many people who were originally feeling overly happy due to their car’s good sealing performance and functional heating system quickly wiped the smiles off their faces.

They had been surviving in this world for almost 24 hours now.

How much gas they got from opening treasure chests was something they knew well in their hearts.

If they could guarantee that every treasure chest dropped gas, then turning on the heater wouldn’t hurt their hearts as much.

However, the drop rate of gas in treasure chests was simply too low; two or three chests might yield 10L of gas, and when luck was bad, four or five chests yielding 10L was not unheard of.

“What His existence wants to do, I don’t know, but I feel he won’t leave us any loopholes.”

“Where we are right now is a highway survival world, with an unknown entity chasing us from behind. Being caught up with basically means a dead end, so we need to keep advancing constantly. But the amount of gas is limited—we must unite.”

Lin Wanwan still agreed with his earlier analysis. Gas and food in this world were hard currency in the early stage.

However, seeing him say “we must unite,” Lin Wanwan curled her lips.

Unite?

Easy to say, but how to do it? Uniting around whom, and how to distribute supplies? These were all major problems.

In her past life, Lin Wanwan had seen many people attempt so-called unification.

Those people all formed groups, only to crumble into chaos or slaughter each other in the end, basically ending up with no good outcomes.

In this unfamiliar highway survival world where nobody knew anyone, how could anyone trust others?

The two sisters’ autopilot car had come to a stop at some unknown point.

It seemed to be waiting for the arrival of the next disaster as well.

Lin Wanwan placed Duoduo beside her, got up, and checked her fuel gauge.

It displayed that there were still over 30 liters left.

Calculated based on the van’s fuel consumption, it could still drive a few hundred li. Furthermore, her dilapidated eighth-hand van didn’t have heater fan features or built-in car air conditioning, so there was no need to consider that portion of consumption; running a few hundred more li was no problem for the van.

After He announced the type of disaster, He made no further sound.

Time ticked away second by second, and ten minutes quickly arrived.

[The Extreme Cold Catastrophe is now descending. Please stay safe.]

[See you in seven days.]

[Good luck to you all.]

As the voice faded away, ice crystals continuously formed and condensed on the car windows.

Because the two sisters’ small van was completely sealed, they temporarily couldn’t feel the freezing cold air outside.

However, Lin Wanwan thought for a moment and immediately opened five light orbs of graphene quilts, which, plus the very first quilt, made six quilts in total.

She stood up and spread the quilts across the front, back, left, right, top, and bottom orientations of the car compartment.

The front and back orientations were the easiest to lay out; for the front windshield, stacking them on top of the central console was enough.

The rear of the vehicle compartment mainly relied on two hooks at the back of the car compartment.

Because there were no ropes, Lin Wanwan thought for a moment, endured the pain, and pulled out another quilt. She cut the quilt cover into strips with her blade to use as ropes, tying the quilts securely.

The other orientations were also bound using this method, leaving finally the vehicle compartment floor underfoot.

She additionally brought two bundles of cogon grass, placed them in the newly added one-cubic-meter space, and then luxuriously covered the bottom of the vehicle compartment completely with graphene quilts.

It had to be said that this high-tech thing was indeed great to use; after lining the entire car compartment completely, whether it was a psychological illusion or something real, she felt the temperature inside the vehicle compartment was visibly rising.

Curiously, Duoduo pulled open a crack in the quilt and found that the front passenger window was already entirely covered in frost.

She extended her small hand, melted a tiny patch of frost-flowers slightly, and then looked out through that small gap.

At this moment, the world between heaven and earth was an unbroken expanse of white color.

A layer of cold frost clung to every object.

“Turn on autopilot function.”

Lin Wanwan tried calling out.

“Autopilot function turned on.”

As the voice fell, the car moved once again.

Lin Wanwan checked the vehicle speed; it was very stable, still at 20 kilometers per hour.

Which meant this autopilot function was not restricted by weather—this was considered good news.

Once the car was running smoothly, Lin Wanwan checked the vehicle compartment wrapped in graphene quilts once more.

Any place with exposed gaps was stuffed tight using the remaining cotton from the cut quilt, wrapping even that extra one cubic meter completely tight and solid.

It could be said that currently, in the entire vehicle compartment, only the spot where the stove was placed was not surrounded by graphene quilts, while all other places were completely covered by graphene quilts.

Only the small lamp in front was lit inside the vehicle compartment, providing faint light so the two sisters wouldn’t be completely in the dark.

Having handled all of this, Lin Wanwan casually grabbed a bottle of mineral water.

This time she wasn’t stingy, drinking her fill in one go.

Placing the bottle in the extra space, this item couldn’t be discarded casually either—what if it turned out useful later?

Full novel: Highway Survival: I Drive a Beat-Up Minivan to Carry My Little Sister to Victory — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠
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