My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 116

‘No problem. I’ll ram it,‘ Ray thought.

He floored the accelerator, and the G–Class surged forward.

With a reinforced crash bar, the highest–grade kind, plus a modified engine, smashing through a single barrier pole was nothing. Hell, it could’ve shoved a wall down if it had to.

He made no effort to hide his movements. Visibility was around twenty meters now, and plenty of people saw it happen.

“Who is that?”

“Ray, I think. That car came out of the villa area.”

“How does he dare go out? Isn’t he afraid the hail will shatter his windows?”

“Yeah, the fog’s thinner today, but the hail hasn’t stopped!”

“Maybe we should try our luck too.”

“Right. We can cover the windows with quilts, leave a small hole to see through, drive slow, be careful—it shouldn’t be too hard to get out.”

“Exactly. We’ve got to take the risk, or we’ll starve or die of thirst.”

Encouraged, many people worked up their courage and headed for the underground garage. Still, plenty of others didn’t dare–or didn’t have cars at all. Most of those were elderly. They went to the garage too, but they were discussing something else entirely.

* Instead of risking their lives outside, why not get something for nothing?

Ray paid them no mind. He drove on. The speed wasn’t fast, but he truly left the residential complex behind.

He felt like he was breaking free into the open sea. It was exhilarating.

And his luck wasn’t bad. Although many vehicles were abandoned at odd angles across the streets, he could still weave around most of them. Only one spot was completely blocked–three cars had crashed together, sealing the

road shut.

No problem.

He rolled down the window, popped open an umbrella, stepped out, and pressed a hand against one of the cars. In an instant, it vanished… swallowed into his otherworldly storage space,

One car gone was enough. Ray folded the umbrella, closed the window, and continued on.

The gas station was only about two kilometers away. He arrived quickly.

He parked, got out, locked the car, and went straight to where the fuel tanks were stored.

If he was taking them, he was taking everything.

One by one, he transferred the tanks into his otherworldly storage space.

There were three in total–regular 92–octane gasoline, 98–octane gasoline, and diesel. No 95–octane. That annoyed

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him a little. Same trip, one less tank.

Still, the good news was that all three tanks were nearly full. It looked like they’d just been topped off before the apocalypse.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

Holding his umbrella, Ray was about to head back to the car when several vehicles suddenly came swerving in, nearly crashing into his G–Class. What made him frown was that they ended up surrounding his car.

More people jumped out. They were clearly here to refuel, rushing to grab the fuel nozzles. But first, the power was out, so the pumps were useless. Second, the fuel tanks were already gone–there was no way any fuel could

come out now.

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