14: Chapter 14 Bloodstained Bridge, Screen Full

At the junction of the Cross-River Bridge, the atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.

Because the road ahead was completely blocked, more and more vehicles were piling up at the bridgehead.

In front was Scarface's red-named fleet, and behind was the steadily approaching, deadly red mist.

In this desperate situation with no way to retreat, a group of brave men from the C-72 District finally stepped forward.

They left a resolute message on the district's public channel.

"Brothers, our vehicle chassis is thick, we'll lead the charge! Everyone find a chance to rush through!"

No sooner had the words been spoken.

Seven or eight reinforced off-road vehicles and pickups formed a suicidal charging formation. Their engines roared with fury as they slammed into Scarface's roadblocks.

However, what awaited them was a one-sided slaughter.

Scarface sneered and personally drove the heavy truck welded with steel plates to meet them.

That heavy truck was practically a miniature tank.

The fifty-millimeter-thick solid steel plates, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, directly smashed into the lead pickup until its front was severely crushed, instantly turning it into a pile of scrap metal.

Immediately after, an even more despairing scene appeared.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

The crisp and continuous sound of gunfire exploded frantically across the bridge surface.

Those weren't the dull sounds of the previous homemade muskets, but genuine fully automatic assault rifles!

The rewards for cross-district killing were simply too abundant.

Scarface's fleet had plundered a massive amount of supplies, blueprints, and blind boxes by constantly killing and looting.

Their firepower hadn't been depleted by the fighting; instead, they grew wealthier and more formidable as they fought, their weapons and equipment undergoing a qualitative transformation like trading muskets for cannons.

That group of brave men charging the blockade was riddled with bullets before they could even lay a finger on the enemy.

They never returned.

Blood flowed steadily from the bullet holes, staining the cold bridge surface red.

The players watching from behind were completely terrified by this scene.

Some were shaking all over, and some were even so scared they wet their pants on the spot, collapsing weakly against their steering wheels.

This was simply impossible to fight!

The other side not only killed without blinking but also grew stronger the more they killed. This was an unsolvable dead end!

A thick sense of despair, like a heavy dark cloud, loomed over the heart of every player in the C-72 District.

It was unknown who started it.

In the district's public channel, the same name began to flash in unison.

All the players placed their last hope of survival entirely on that one man!

"@Red Wolf! Boss, please, look back at us!"

"@Red Wolf! There's a team of red-named bastards blocking the bridge, and the brothers who just charged are all dead!"

"@Red Wolf! They even have assault rifles that dropped as loot, we can't get through at all, help us, Boss!"

...

"@Red Wolf! Boss, as long as you're willing to help, I'll give you all my blueprints and supplies!"

After sending this message, Wang Jian slumped in his driver's seat.

He hadn't followed those men to charge.

He admitted he was a coward.

If he were dealing with a keyboard warrior like Liu Dazui, he would have dared to lead a charge with a crowbar.

Because that would be kicking a dog while it's down; they would have the advantage of numbers and no danger.

But facing those madmen ahead who killed without blinking and held fully automatic assault rifles, he truly didn't dare to move.

He glanced at his pale-faced wife in the passenger seat and the sleeping one-month-old infant in her arms.

His life was cheap, but he carried his wife and child on his back!

If he died in the charge, how would the widow and orphan survive in this man-eating apocalypse?

Their end would likely be a hundred times more miserable than death!

Wang Jian closed his eyes in pain, a deep sense of powerlessness nearly tearing him apart.

He was just an ordinary little person who wanted to keep his wife and child alive. Why was it so hard?

There was a blockade in front and the red mist behind.

At this moment, he felt like an incompetent husband...

...

At the same time.

At the 2,400-kilometer mark, inside an abandoned highway service area.

Boom!

A shot from the Explosive Flame Shockwave Cannon erupted, tearing the last massive mutated zombie into pieces.

Dark red flames burned quietly, illuminating the surroundings.

Lu Yuan sat leisurely in the cockpit, looking at the loot scattered across the ground and stretching comfortably.

Since switching to the v-100 turbine aggregation engine, his travel efficiency had been maximized.

Speeding along the way, he hadn't encountered any obstacles; he had even just taken out a small zombie outpost, happily doing some farming.

Various high-grade materials and rare blueprints had stuffed his system inventory to the brim.

"That's quite a haul."

Lu Yuan happily took stock of his supplies and prepared to shift gears to continue his journey.

Out of the corner of his eye.

He suddenly noticed the chat icon in the corner of the system panel was flashing a piercing red light with frantic frequency.

Unread Messages: 99+

Private Message Notifications: 99+

District @ Notifications: 99+

Lu Yuan frowned slightly.

He casually tapped open the chat light screen.

The next second.

The screen was flooded with desperate, tearful pleas for help, pouring down like a waterfall and instantly filling his entire vision.