19: Chapter 19 One-on-One?

At the entrance of the Cross-River Bridge, the smoke gradually cleared.

The ground was littered with wreckage and blood, a shocking sight.

Under the unreasonable baptism of fire from the Metal Storm, Scarface's lackeys didn't even leave behind a single intact corpse; they had all been turned into minced meat.

The Red Wolf Tank sat quietly in the center of the ruins, like an immovable steel demon god.

Just then.

From beneath the wreckage of the heavy truck that had been crushed into a pancake, a sound of metal scraping suddenly emerged.

Bang!

A twisted car door was kicked away with brute force.

A blood-covered figure, like a demon crawling out of hell, struggled to squeeze out from the pile of scrap metal.

It was none other than Scarface!

At this moment, he looked miserable to the extreme.

Most of the bones in his body were broken, his left arm was bent at an eerie angle, and his chest was caved in significantly from being crushed by the steering wheel.

But even after suffering such fatal injuries, he was somehow still alive!

Cross-district killing had not only allowed him to plunder massive amounts of supplies but also absorbed the experience points of over a hundred people.

His Lv3 physical constitution granted him terrifying vitality far beyond that of an ordinary person.

Scarface spat out a mouthful of blood and swayed as he stood up straight.

He stared fixedly at the massive Red Wolf Tank before him, his eyes filled with madness and insufferable arrogance.

"Hahahaha! I'm not dead!"

"Do you see that? Even a collision like that couldn't kill me!"

"I am the chosen one! This world was born for me!"

Scarface raised his only remaining right hand, pointing at the tank's cold, crimson armor, and let out a hysterical roar.

"What kind of skill is it to hide in a turtle shell!"

"If you have the guts, get down here and have a duel with me!"

...

Inside the cockpit.

Lu Yuan looked through the periscope at the blood-soaked man outside who had fallen into madness.

There was not a ripple of emotion in his eyes, as if he were looking at a dead man.

"He's still not dead?"

A cold, mocking smirk curled at the corners of Lu Yuan's mouth.

"A duel?"

Brainless.

Lu Yuan didn't hesitate for even a second, nor did he bother to respond with even half a word.

He gripped the control stick directly and slammed his foot down hard on the accelerator.

Boom!

The v-100 turbine aggregation engine let out a low roar.

The sixty-five-ton steel behemoth surged forward violently.

"Ah, fuck!"

In Scarface's suddenly contracting, despair-filled pupils, the wide, heavy metal tracks ruthlessly crushed over him.

Squish!

A hair-raising sound of bones and flesh shattering rang out.

Scarface's proud, sturdy Lv3 body couldn't even hold out for half a second before the absolute weight of the steel.

He was crushed directly into a uniform puddle of meat paste.

Dead as a doornail.

Lu Yuan sat in the cockpit without even blinking an eye.

It was just casually crushing a bug in his way.

After a brief silence, the public channel erupted into a celebration!

"666!"

"Hahahaha! That killed me!"

"What the hell kind of duel! I saw him acting so tough and thought he was going to unleash a big move, but he ended up turned into meat paste!"

"I like the boss's temper; if it can be solved with tracks, he never talks more than half a sentence!"

Immediately after, a system notification sound like celestial music rang in his mind.

"Ding! Killed C-71 District player - Li Jun, gained cross-district points +1!"

"Ding! Killed C-71 District player - Wang Feng, gained cross-district points +1!"

"Ding! Killed C-71 District player - Zhao Qiang, gained cross-district points +1!"

...

A series of kill notifications flooded the screen.

Then, the most exhilarating rule took effect.

"Ding! Cross-district killing rule triggered, automatically looting all target supplies!"

Scarface's convoy had previously robbed countless solo players, and the wealth they had accumulated was a terrifying figure.

However, now, it had all become Lu Yuan's gain.

The supply list on the light screen began to scroll frantically.

"Obtained: Basic metal block x10000!"

"Obtained: High-purity gasoline x2000 liters!"

"Obtained: Purified water x3000 liters!"

"Obtained: Various instant food boxes x1500!"

"Obtained: Primary melee weapon blueprint x5!"

"Obtained: Random bronze blind box x10!"

Looking at the massive amount of loot that had dropped, Lu Yuan patted the steering wheel with satisfaction.

Is this even coming to fight a war?

This is clearly coming to restock!

As expected, killing and arson lead to riches!

Scarface and his group were truly the most dedicated workers in the apocalypse; they worked hard for half a day, only to hand over everything, with interest, to him in the end.

Lu Yuan casually closed the inventory interface and opened the public chat channel for the C-72 District.

With a light tap of his finger, he typed a short line of text.

"The road is clear, come over."

Just these six short words!

They seemed to carry some kind of magic, instantly igniting the entire C-72 District that had fallen into silence!

"He won! The boss won!"

"I knew it, whatever bulletproof steel plate it was, in front of the boss, it's all just paper toys!"

"Wuwuwu, we're saved! Thank you, boss!"

At this time, the player named "Iron Pot Stewed Goose" did not break their promise.

They immediately sent an exclusive trade request.

"Boss Red Wolf, this is the agreed-upon reward, a primary weapon modification blueprint!"

"Thank you for saving my life, boss! From now on, if you point east, I will never go west!"

Lu Yuan decisively clicked to accept the trade.

A blueprint emitting a faint blue glow landed steadily into his system backpack.

This deal was incredibly profitable.

Behind the bridgehead.

Wang Jian took a deep breath, tremblingly stepped on the accelerator, and drove the Wuling van toward the bridge entrance first.

The surviving convoy behind followed closely.

When they finally saw the scene, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

On the bridge deck.

That modified heavy truck, which claimed to be welded with fifty-millimeter bulletproof steel plates, had been crushed into a twisted, collapsed pancake!

The surrounding ground was full of terrifying deep trenches plowed out by large-caliber bullets.

As for those vicious red-named thugs, they didn't even leave behind a single intact corpse; they had all turned into meat paste beneath the tracks.

Shocking.

Incomparably shocking!

Only at this moment did they truly realize what kind of world-destroying power the tank boss they had been blindly worshipping possessed.

Wang Jian looked through the car window with awe at the scarlet behemoth parked in front.

He didn't honk his horn, nor did he make any noise to disturb him.

He just silently rolled down the window and said a silent thank you toward the tank.

Afterward, one car after another drove slowly past the Red Wolf Tank.

Every passing C-72 District player spontaneously paid their respects to this war machine that had brought them hope.

Lu Yuan sat in the cockpit, quietly watching this group of people drive toward the other side of the bridge, a very faint arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

If you're talking about emotional value, these people from District 72 really delivered!

He didn't linger too long at the bridgehead.

The cross-district merger had already begun.

The road ahead would no longer just be novice players from their own district.

It would be filled with countless ruthless characters like Scarface, who had climbed up by stepping on the corpses of others.

Lu Yuan looked at the weapon modification blueprint he had just traded for in his system backpack, his gaze deep.

"System, bring up the weapon editing panel."

The smile at the corners of Lu Yuan's mouth deepened.

The main cannon and armor had already been upgraded.

Now, it was time to upgrade the Metal Storm on the roof as well.