8: Chapter 8 is

Two hours later.

The roar of the armored RV's engine crushed the desolate highway.

The tires kicked up clouds of yellow sand, and the coarse gravel pelted the all-steel exoskeleton, creating a faint clinking sound.

In the passenger seat, Shen Wanbing kept her eyes tightly shut.

She kept her back straight, adapting to the jolts caused by this steel behemoth.

Faint golden glimmers occasionally appeared in her eyes; that was her God-level talent analyzing data about the surrounding environment.

"Eight hundred meters ahead, below the roadbed."

She opened her eyes and turned to look at the driver's seat, speaking rapidly,

"There's a broken-down Porsche Panamera. Ten meters outside the car, there's a black iron supply crate. A low-level Aberrant is wandering nearby."

Chen Chen did not lift his foot from the accelerator.

He steered with one hand, his gaze passing over the inverted V-shaped collision-resistant steel plate that exuded a fierce aura, locking onto the horizon ahead.

Shen Wanbing frowned slightly.

Staring at a spot in the void, she added the most critical information:

"That crate isn't clean. There's an agile-type mutant larva curled up inside, about to wake up. Its danger rating is very high."

A buy-one-get-one-free blind box.

Chen Chen tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, calculating the potential gains in his mind.

The probability of an agile-type monster dropping blueprints and core fragments is far higher than that of low-level trash.

Plus that broken-down luxury car; stopping this time is a guaranteed profit.

His gaze zoomed in to eight hundred meters away.

A dark gray Porsche Panamera was lodged diagonally in a sand pit.

The front left tire was completely blown out, and the rim was deeply embedded in the sand.

The interior of the car was filled with the heavy scent of cheap perfume, mixed with the stench of sweat secreted by humans in extreme fear; the smell was nauseating.

The young man in the driver's seat had dyed yellow hair.

The five-figure custom-made shirt he was wearing was completely soaked with cold sweat, clinging tightly to his back.

He gripped the steering wheel, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

In the passenger seat sat a woman dressed very skimpily.

Her tight camisole dress was short to the top of her thighs, and the neckline was cut extremely low, pushing out two eye-catching mounds of white flesh.

"Young Master Wang, hurry up and get out of the car to bring that crate back!"

The Internet Celebrity Woman shrieked, her fingers painted with bright red nail polish repeatedly poking the young man's arm,

"That's a supply crate! There might be water and food inside! We've been thirsty for half a day, we don't even have a drop of water to moisten our throats!"

"Shut up!" Young Master Wang's voice cracked; he didn't even dare to raise his head,

"Didn't you see what kind of ghost thing is outside? A monster with fangs that eats people! If I go down there, I'm just serving myself up as a meal!"

"Don't you usually brag about practicing Sanda? What happened to that ferocity you showed when you beat people up at the Jiangcheng nightclub?"

The Internet Celebrity Woman was relentless, twisting her waist to lean over and pressing her chest against the man's arm,

"This crappy game pulled us in, and you don't even dare to pick up a crate; what kind of man are you!"

Young Master Wang was flushed with agitation.

He looked at the gray-skinned monster outside the car window, which was gnawing on dry bones.

He then looked at the woman beside him, who was usually obedient but now bossy.

He kept the car doors locked, not daring to make a peep.

Compared to his life, his face didn't matter; he knew that very well.

The world outside was already in chaos; whoever got out of the car died.

The roar of an engine approached from afar.

A steel beast covered in heavy iron armor screeched to a halt not far from the Porsche.

The kicked-up dust blotted out the sky.

Chen Chen pushed open the heavy door, his leather boots stepping onto the rough gravel.

He gripped the military tactical dagger with a blood groove in a reverse grip, walking toward the black iron supply crate with an expressionless face.

Inside the Porsche, the attention of the couple was drawn by this sudden disturbance.

"Is this idiot suicidal?"

Young Master Wang widened his eyes, watching Chen Chen's defenseless back, and sneered,

"He's not even carrying a riot shield, just a crappy little knife to fight a monster one-on-one? He's courting death."

The Internet Celebrity Woman also pressed against the car window.

Her made-up face was full of schadenfreude, ready to watch a good show of flesh and blood flying.

The development of events completely exceeded their understanding.

Chen Chen's pace was steady.

He didn't intentionally lighten his steps, nor did he make any tactical evasive maneuvers.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Three meters.

The low-level Aberrant, which had extremely keen hearing and was gnawing on a piece of dry bone, was completely unaware of the living person behind it.

It didn't even turn its head.

Young Master Wang rubbed his eyes and pressed his face against the glass, the hot air he exhaled fogging up the car window.

"Is this monster deaf?"

He swallowed his saliva, and greedy thoughts began to run wild in his mind.

Stepping into the 2.5-meter extreme blind zone.

Chen Chen exerted force under his feet, sending sand and soil flying.

Borrowing the violent kinetic energy from his 30 points of Constitution, he covered the distance in one stride.

The dagger turned into a cold, chilling gleam.

"Pfft."

The crisp sound of metal cutting through flesh and severing the cervical spine echoed across the wilderness.

The monster's body collapsed limply, and black blood spilled all over the ground.

One-hit kill.

Chen Chen pulled out the dagger and wiped the blood off on the monster's tattered rags.

He stood in front of the black iron supply crate but did not bend down to open it.

His gaze swept over the broken-down Porsche.

The luxury car's chassis was intact, the engine was undamaged, and dismantling it could yield a pile of high-level parts.

For his hungry, armored RV, this was an excellent supplement.

He needed a legitimate reason.

To wait for the prey to open the door and walk out on their own.

Inside the Porsche, Young Master Wang witnessed this clean and efficient kill, his eyes rolling a few times.

"This kid is trained, probably a bodyguard hired by some boss."

Young Master Wang concocted a logic in his head, his courage suddenly surging, "The monster is dead, the crate is mine."

He pushed open the car door, straightened his messy custom-made shirt, and put on the high-and-mighty young master attitude he usually wore.

Seeing this, the Internet Celebrity Woman also hurriedly followed in her high heels.

The two walked swaggeringly toward Chen Chen.

"Hey, buddy, not bad skills."

Young Master Wang stood still at a distance of two meters, lifting his chin slightly to strike a condescending pose,

"I am the young owner of Jiangcheng Wang's Construction Materials. I've taken a liking to this crate, so move aside."

Chen Chen said nothing.

Young Master Wang thought he was holding out for a better price.

"In this crappy place, money is useless, I get it."

Young Master Wang stepped closer and negotiated,

"As long as you protect me, we'll split whatever is in the crate. Besides..."

He grabbed the Internet Celebrity Woman behind him and shoved her forcefully toward Chen Chen.

The woman let out a cry of surprise, stumbling and falling at Chen Chen's feet.

Her camisole dress slid down significantly, revealing a large expanse of white, delicate skin.

She took the opportunity to strike a highly seductive pose, looking up at Chen Chen with a pitiful expression.

"This woman is yours."

Young Master Wang's face was full of lewdness, "Don't be fooled by her pure packaging; she's very slutty in private. She's proficient in all eighteen martial arts. As long as you nod, she can serve you right here in the wild."

Chen Chen's gaze passed over the woman on the ground and landed on the streamlined body of the Porsche.

High-grade steel, precision electronic components, large-capacity battery.

All of them are good things.

"Deal." Chen Chen uttered the two words, which was rare for him.

He stepped back half a step, yielding the position of the black iron supply crate, and made a "please" gesture.

Young Master Wang was overjoyed.

Low-level thugs are easy to fool; a piece of trash like her is enough to send him off.

He couldn't wait to squat down, hooked his hands around the edge of the supply crate, and lifted it with force.

"Let me see what treasures are inside..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

"Roar!"

An extremely sharp roar came from the bottom of the crate.

A foul-smelling gust of wind rushed into his face.

An agile-type mutant larva, only the size of an adult native dog but covered in tumors and with extremely developed limbs, sprang directly from the crate.

The speed was extremely fast; the naked eye could only catch a gray blur.

Young Master Wang didn't even have time to scream before his throat was clamped tightly by that bloodthirsty mouth full of fangs.

Fresh blood sprayed out wildly, splashing the Internet Celebrity Woman's face.

Young Master Wang clutched his neck, his body convulsing violently, his eyes staring fixedly at Chen Chen, and a "gurgling" sound of air leakage came from his throat...

Eventually, he fell backward onto the sandy ground, dead.

The mutant larva spat out a piece of flesh, its scarlet eyes locking onto Chen Chen two steps away.

It crouched on all fours, its hind leg muscles bulging, preparing to launch a second fatal pounce.

Chen Chen let out a short, cold laugh.

Meeting the monster's pouncing path, his right leg, like a steel whip, lashed out fiercely at the monster's knee joint.

The sound of bone cracking was crisp and ear-piercing.

The monster lost its balance and slammed heavily onto the ground.

The next second.

The tactical dagger went from top to bottom, stabbing in from the monster's lower jaw, straight into the depths of its brain.

He twisted his wrist with force.

The mutant larva twitched twice and completely stopped moving.

Double kill.

The whole process took less than five seconds.

Nearby, the Internet Celebrity Woman had already collapsed to the ground, terrified by this extremely bloody scene, her body covered in Young Master Wang's blood.

After extreme fear came an overwhelming desire to survive.

This man was too terrifying, but also too strong.

Only by following him could she survive.

She crawled toward Chen Chen on all fours, scrambling to hug Chen Chen's boots.

"Big Brother! Take me with you! I can do anything!"

To prove her value, she actually ripped off that already skimpy camisole dress right there in the cold wind of the wilderness.

A large expanse of whiteness was exposed to the air.

She didn't care about the gravel on the ground digging into her skin, and on the spot, she began to demonstrate a set of yoga moves she had practiced for years.

Her body folded into an incredible angle, the epitome of flexibility and allure.

"Big Brother, look, my body is very soft, you can do whatever you want with me! I eat very little, as long as you give me a sip of water, I will serve you comfortably every day..."

She looked up, a fawning, seductive smile on her face, desperately flaunting this body that could have traded for a lot of money in the peaceful era.