Road Survival, I Have a Hint System!

Seeing the gaze of the bald, muscular man, Zhang Tuohai could no longer contain the anger building inside him.

He suddenly raised the Remington M870 from the passenger seat.

“What did you mean by that?”

The bald man froze at the sight of the dark barrel.

Although he was skilled with an axe and quite strong, facing a gun was no different than being a fish on a chopping board.

He had mixed with some big shots in the underworld and had seen plenty of ruthless people.

The aura around Zhang Tuohai was something he had only experienced from those big shots.

He knew that when such an aura appeared, it often meant someone was about to die.

Unbeknownst to Zhang Tuohai, through continuous killings, he had gradually built up a hint of murderous intent.

Most people might not notice it, but the bald man, having been through the underworld, saw it clearly.

He understood that if he didn’t leave now, he would never be able to.

With a shriek, the bald man hurriedly dove back into the car, flooring the gas pedal and speeding away into the distance.

Seeing the bald man fleeing, a frost settled on Zhang Tuohai's face.

Can a cooked duck really fly away? “Xiao Ai, chase him!”

“Xiao Ai understands!”

The business vehicle shot forward like an arrow, pursuing the bald man’s purple second-hand car.

Zhang Tuohai's car could easily exceed the bald man's maximum speed, and with Xiao Ai driving, he didn’t have to worry about crashing, so he quickly closed the distance.

“Drive steadily, I need to aim,” Zhang Tuohai instructed, then took aim at the purple car with his Remington.

The bald man noticed Zhang Tuohai’s actions in the rearview mirror and hurriedly swerved his car, trying to throw Zhang off.

“Foolish.” Zhang Tuohai laughed at the bald man's attempts.

If it were another type of gun, the bald man’s maneuvers might have had some effect.

But Zhang Tuohai was holding a shotgun.

The number 12 buckshot was known for its wide spread.

Did he really think his unprofessional serpentine maneuvers could evade the shotgun’s coverage?

Ridiculous!

Zhang Tuohai didn’t even aim, just fired multiple shots at the rear of the bald man’s car.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The pellets rained down on the bald man’s vehicle.

Crash! The rear window shattered.

Puff! The trunk lid was pierced.

Clang! A tire blew out, causing the trunk to crash down to the ground, sparks flying everywhere.

The car began to drift sideways uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Xiao Ai immediately decelerated to avoid a collision.

Zhang Tuohai saw the car swerving and quickly fired two shots at the side window.

Crash! Crash!

The car windows shattered, and the door was riddled with holes.

The bald man slumped over the steering wheel, unaware of his fate.

Zhang Tuohai reloaded his Remington, got out, and prepared to check on the bald man’s condition.

Suddenly, the system's electronic voice chimed in.

[Qi Yu is not dead. He has an axe hidden under his legs, and if you come within five meters, he will ambush you. There is a 33% chance you will be injured, a 35% chance you will die instantly, and a 32% chance you will remain unharmed.]

Hearing the system prompt, Zhang Tuohai inhaled sharply.

This bald man was quite clever; even in this situation, he still had a way to counterattack.

However, since it had been revealed, Zhang Tuohai certainly wouldn’t walk into that trap.

Wait, this bald man is named Qi Yu? What a coincidence—he has the same name as Saitama and even the same hairstyle, though unfortunately, he lacks the strength.

Zhang Tuohai stopped ten meters from the car.

At this moment, the bald man was anxious; he desperately wanted Zhang Tuohai to come closer so he could counterattack.

His body was already injured and bleeding profusely; he estimated he wouldn’t last much longer before succumbing to blood loss and possibly dying.

Time was running out for him.

Yet, Zhang Tuohai approached slowly, as if he wasn’t in a hurry, which made the bald man extremely anxious.

What’s he doing? Why is he moving so slowly? Impatient, the bald man cautiously opened his eyes and peered towards Zhang Tuohai.

To his surprise, Zhang Tuohai was standing ten meters away, grinning at him.

“Not pretending anymore? Ready to reveal your identity?”

Zhang Tuohai asked with a smile.

“Uh-oh!” The bald man’s heart sank.

Although he didn’t know how Zhang Tuohai had figured out he was pretending to be unconscious, there was no other way out now.

He could only fight!

The two were now ten meters apart, and with his accuracy, he estimated he had only a 30-40% chance.

He had planned to wait for Zhang Tuohai to get closer before making his move, but that was no longer possible.

With gritted teeth, the bald man raised his short axe, ready to throw it at Zhang Tuohai.

Bang.

Zhang Tuohai pulled the trigger first.

The bald man was instantly turned into a sieve by the number 12 buckshot, his body collapsing onto the window frame.

[Danger eliminated. No abnormalities detected.]

With the system’s confirmation, Zhang Tuohai walked over to begin scavenging for loot.

“Repairing a car requires a car repair kit, so don’t let me lose out on this,” Zhang Tuohai started rummaging.

The items in the car were quite chaotic; after organizing them, he found most were level 1 materials—around thirty to forty pieces.

There were six throwable axes.

Three bags of bread, one case of mineral water, ten sausages, and two marinated eggs.

What pleased Zhang Tuohai the most was that this guy had two seafood hot pots.

“Tonight we’re having this for a better meal,” Zhang Tuohai said contentedly, stowing them away.

Flipping to the end, Zhang Tuohai surprisingly found several sets of women’s clothing, seemingly worn before, with stains and blood on them.

Such clothes wouldn’t come from a supply crate, and the bald man was clearly not a cross-dresser, so it was obvious who the owners were.

Their fate was also evident.

Seeing these clothes, Zhang Tuohai felt that the bald man had been a bit reckless, letting him die too easily.

After moving all the loot back to the car and taking the car’s core, only a wrecked vehicle was left on the road.

Zhang Tuohai returned to the car with the spoils and thought that this haul was barely worth it.

Before setting off again, Zhang Tuohai crafted a car repair kit.

The car repair kit was a black leather bag about one foot square, with a green button labeled “Repair.”

“How do you use this? Just press the button?” Zhang Tuohai pressed the button.

In an instant, the car repair kit transformed into liquid and merged into the car.

The car’s scratches vanished at a visibly fast pace.

Not only did it fix the damage from the bald man’s attack, but it also cleaned off the paint scratches from earlier and the dirt on the body, as well as the stones stuck in the tires.

The entire vehicle looked as if it had just come off the production line.