13: Chapter 13 Demons Block the Road, Red-Name Caravan

At the convergence point of the Cross-River Bridge.

Scarface rested the blood-stained mountain-cleaver on his shoulder, laughing wildly.

Above his head, a chilling name hovered – Zhao Qiang.

In this survival game for all, players could choose to display or hide their ID and affiliated district.

However, if a player killed another player, their name would be forcibly dyed red and displayed for a period of time.

The more people killed, the brighter the red glow.

At this moment, the name above Scarface's head was already so red it was almost black, as if it could drip blood!

This signified that the number of players who had died by his hand was definitely in the hundreds!

In the real world, Scarface was already a death row inmate with several lives on his conscience.

After crossing into this lawless highway survival game, this place was simply a paradise of lawlessness where he felt like a fish in water.

At the start, his luck was terrible; he only drew a useless scooter.

But once he figured out the survival rules...

Without the slightest hesitation, while a young man on a motorcycle nearby was still dazed, he grabbed his scooter and smashed it viciously against the back of the young man's head.

Once, twice, three times.

He ruthlessly beat that innocent young man to death on the spot!

After seizing the motorcycle, he embarked on a path of frenzied plunder.

Killing, robbing, and absorbing others all along the way.

Now, he had amassed a massive convoy of over a dozen heavily modified vehicles, becoming the terrifying demon leader of C-71 District.

'Boss, are our roadblocks effective? What if we run into a tough nut who just crashes through?'

A skinny, monkey-like underling beside him looked at the bridge surface with some worry.

Scarface sneered, reaching out to pat the hood of the heavy-duty truck beside him.

The front of that hood was welded with an entire slab of incredibly thick solid steel plate!

'Scared of what?!'

'I just dumped all the lead runner rewards from C-71 District into upgrading this vehicle's armor!'

'A solid steel plate a full fifty millimeters thick! Even ordinary shells can't penetrate it!'

'With our steel formation and all these caltrops on the ground, who the hell could crash through?'

'Forget an elephant charging at us!'

'Even if a real modified tank showed up today, it would have to kowtow to me!'

As soon as Scarface finished speaking, the roar of an engine suddenly sounded from the road in the distance.

One after another, a few dilapidated cars and pickup trucks converged from other districts.

They had obviously just reached the two-thousand-kilometer convergence point and were preparing to cross the bridge.

'Sheep have arrived, brothers, get to work!'

A vicious glint flashed in Scarface's eyes as he waved his hand grandly.

Over a dozen modified off-road vehicles instantly roared to life, charging forward like wolves pouncing on prey.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several dull thuds from homemade guns rang out.

Those few beat-up cars didn't even have time to turn around before being forced to a stop in front of the roadblocks.

The male player in one car tried to raise an iron rod to fight back, but Scarface's underlings swarmed him, hacking him to death on the spot with their blades.

Blood instantly stained the bridge surface red.

'Please, let me go...'

Several female players were roughly dragged from their cars, trembling in fear, crying and pleading in despair.

'Let you go? Hahahaha!'

Scarface's underlings let out nauseating roars of laughter.

They showed no mercy whatsoever, directly dragging these women behind the off-road vehicles.

In this inhuman team, women were nothing more than tools for venting their animalistic desires and tormenting for amusement.

Screams of agony, maniacal laughter, and the metallic screech of vehicles being violently dismantled intertwined before the Cross-River Bridge, creating a scene straight from hell.

After they were done...

A few piercing screams were abruptly cut short. Cold, naked corpses were casually discarded by the roadside.

...

Just as these beasts were indulging in their wanton revelry...

On the highway, the wild roar of an engine sounded once more.

Zhuifeng de Lang, riding a heavy motorcycle with an incredibly stylish design and all-terrain bulletproof armor installed on its chassis, sped towards them.

As soon as he neared the bridgehead, he slammed on the brakes, his brow furrowing tightly.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood.

The wreckage strewn across the ground and the brutally discarded corpses of the women made Zhuifeng de Lang instantly understand what had happened here.

It was despicable, beastly behavior!

But the other side had over a dozen vehicles and dozens of guns. A direct fight would be suicidal.

'Cross the bridge!'

Zhuifeng de Lang took a deep breath, his eyes instantly turning razor-sharp.

His motorcycle had been reinforced using a Green Tier II blueprint he traded for from the Tank expert!

A direct leap of two tiers!

VROOM!

Zhuifeng de Lang twisted the throttle wide open!

The heavy exhaust pipe spewed a visible wave of air.

This Tier II motorcycle shot forward like an arrow from a bow, unleashing terrifying acceleration as it charged straight for the bridge surface!

'Boss! Another one! Trying to force his way through!'

An underling shouted, immediately raising his machete and blocking the gap in the roadblock, attempting to stop the rider.

'Looking for death.'

Zhuifeng de Lang snorted coldly.

His riding skills were superb. At high speed, he sharply leaned the bike low, tracing a perfect arc as he skimmed past the caltrops and abandoned cars littering the ground.

Facing the underling trying to block him, he didn't slow down at all.

The bulletproof armored front of the bike slammed hard into the man!

THUD!

Accompanied by the sickening sound of cracking bones.

That underling didn't even have time to scream. His entire body was sent flying over a dozen meters like a home-run baseball, dying instantly!

WHOOSH—

The motorcycle kicked up a gust of wind, breaking through the blockade unscathed and disappearing onto the wide bridge surface in an instant.

Only after the motorcycle's taillights had vanished from sight did Scarface and the others react.

'Boss, he got away! That bike of his is something else, how is it so fast?!' a blond underling yelled furiously.

Scarface stomped his foot hard on the blood-soaked ground in anger.

However, he had sharp eyes. He had vaguely caught a glimpse of the district identifier floating above that motorcyclist's head – C-72.

Scarface suddenly sneered.

'What's there to panic about?!'

'Didn't you see the district mark on his head? He's from C-72 District!'

'That punk is so fast, he must be the lead runner from their district, the first to get here!'

'He definitely dumped all his lead runner rewards into boosting his bike's speed! That's the only reason he slipped past us!'

Hearing their boss's analysis, the underlings suddenly understood.

'So that's it! I was wondering how a bike could be that fast!'

'So that's the strongest guy from their district? Just a coward who only knows how to run with his tail between his legs!'

Scarface's eyes were full of disdain. He hoisted the mountain-cleaver back onto his shoulder and waved his hand grandly.

'The fattest sheep has already run off scared shitless. The rest are just slow-moving lambs waiting to be slaughtered!'

'Keep the roadblocks sealed tight for me! Today, we kill every single person from C-72 District who shows up!'

'Weren't there 850,000 survivors yesterday? Hehe, I bet the supplies they've collected are piled up like mountains!'

...

On the other side.

Zhuifeng de Lang, who had successfully crossed the bridge, abruptly stopped his motorcycle. His back was drenched in cold sweat.

If it weren't for the Tank expert's Tier II blueprint, he would have been finished by those beasts today.

He immediately opened the public chat channel for C-72 District, his fingers flying across the virtual keyboard.

'Brothers, be careful!'

'At the two-thousand-kilometer convergence bridge, there's a gang of red-named beasts blocking the way!'

'They kill on sight, their methods are despicable, and they've set up a lot of roadblocks and a heavy steel-plated truck!'

'Everyone, do NOT try to force your way through! Stay safe!'

As soon as this message went out.

The players of C-72 District felt as if they'd been doused with a bucket of ice water.

The channel fell deathly silent at first, then completely exploded. All sorts of emotions ran rampant.

'We're done for! The red mist is still chasing us like crazy, and now there are people blocking the bridge and killing ahead! We're caught between a rock and a hard place!'

'I don't want to die yet, can someone show me a way around?'

'Can we all organize and charge through together? There's strength in numbers!'

'Count me in for a charge! I don't believe that with so many of us, we can't break through!'

...

'What's there to fear? We have the expert!'

'Right! Expert Red Wolf is a god who can solo zombie hordes and district bosses!'

'Expert Red Wolf, please, we beg you, save us!'

'I have a lot of water, Expert. Please save me. If you help, you can drink this water however you want!'

'Damn it! You upstairs, what nonsense are you spouting at a time like this?!'

'A word in private... isn't your water a bit salty?'