The strongest reserve for the doomsday

In the early hours of summer, I sat in the back of an electric car driven by a fat man, and the cool breeze carried the earthy smell unique to summer.

Blow all the tiredness of a night away. The whole person was instantly refreshed.

The quality of this electric car is still okay, although it is already squeaky and squeaky everywhere when riding, but it still transported me and the fat man and a car of equipment to the village head of Xiaoya Village smoothly.

Now the car of the militants at the head of the village is still parked on the edge of the bridge, and when the fat man is about to arrive, he also vigilantly parked the electric car aside, and after observing that there is no one, he drove the car over.

Then I drove straight to the first floor of the second building on the side of the road, which was dedicated to the fat man's garage.

"Fatty, didn't Zheng Qian say the first building?"

The fat man took down the sack on the car, put it on his shoulder, and said,

"This is the garage~"

and walked towards the building in front of him alone. I followed behind, too.

"Nima! It's still installed, and it's in the garage... "

As we passed the bridge, we saw the car parked on the side again.

"Tomorrow at noon, this group of people will run away, but our electric car will definitely not be able to catch up, we have to install a locator on this car like a way!" The

fat man hurriedly said:

"Don't look at me, I don't have this~" I

think it's also in, this kind of locator is usually rare, let alone the end of the world now.

But there are more solutions than difficulties, and I suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a bag of lime in the fat man's garage just now.

"Fat man, you put the sack here first, and then move it in later, you go and bring me the bag of lime in the garage first, I'll be useful!"

When the fat man heard this, although he thought I was inexplicable, I would never joke with him, (I would only pit him), so the fat man didn't ask much, put down the sack, and walked towards the garage.

"Get some more rope, sturdy!" I

hurriedly added.

The fat man turned around and made an OK gesture at me. Then he walked into the back garage. After a while, he came with a bag of lime and a hemp rope in his hand.

This kind of lime is about 50 pounds in a bag, and the fat man naturally carried it over with one hand.

I took the bag of lime and walked towards the car. Then call the fat man over.

I first pushed this bag of lime under the car and then used the rope to go around the chassis of the car and then around the lime on the ground under the chassis and then around twice more to tighten the rope. Then tie the dead knot, and then wrap the rope a few more times, and tie it tightly.

In this way, the bag of lime is firmly fixed to the chassis of the car.

Immediately afterwards, I pulled out a paratrooper knife from my belt and poked a small hole in the middle of the woven bag of lime.

In order to prevent this small hole from being blocked by lime blocks at that time, I poked a small hole all around.

This hole is not big, but it is not small. It is to let you stop the lime from falling when you park, and when you start, the lime falls out of these holes due to shaking. This also prevents the lime from leaking between now and when they start the car.

Since most of the roads are asphalt pavement, the white lime on the black pavement is very easy to recognize.

But generally when you arrive at the community, the road surface in the community is white cement pavement, which is not easy to recognize.

This is also to prevent this lime from being known to these militants at that time. Because when they get out of the car, they are in the community, and they will not see the white tracks on the road. And the track on the road will not exist for a long time, because it is not easy to see when the wind blows.

But we can still see it, because we look at the limes. Others don't know. This is the asymmetry of information.

Of course, after a few hours, we won't be able to see it.

At this time, the fat man was also lying on the ground, watching me arrange this primitive positioning and tracking device. Of course, when I finished installing it and drilled out from underneath, the fat man couldn't help but give me a thumbs up and said

: "The Taoist is a wonderful plan!"

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: The following content is not included in the number of words charged: Nanyang Daoren: Just ask everyone, whether this tracking device is in the middle or not! This is one of the chapters of my novel, if you are interested in the apocalyptic survival zombie novel, you can click on my name to go to my homepage, and select serialization below!