73: Chapter 73 Not even a wheel was left!

One of the high-ranking leaders of the Wolf Hunter Alliance, a man codenamed "Crocodile," was sitting in the passenger seat of a heavy armed pickup truck, frantically urging his subordinate to floor the gas.

After the complete failure of the encirclement in Broken Stone Canyon.

He didn't flee toward the Alliance headquarters at the 2400km mark with the main force like the other brainless leaders.

Instead, he led a convoy of over a hundred armed combat vehicles, turned around, and retreated in the opposite direction along the highway toward the 2100km mark.

Crocodile gave a cold laugh and lit a low-quality cigarette.

"Don't fucking panic!"

"That guy called Red Wolf might have insane firepower, but he only has one vehicle after all."

"The main force all ran forward, so he'll definitely follow the momentum and chase them. It's absolutely impossible for him to turn back."

Crocodile exhaled a smoke ring, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

"This is called 'the darkness beneath the lamp.'"

"If we're lucky, we might even run into a few stray C-72 District rookies in the rear. Killing a few and snatching some supplies means we won't return empty-handed."

Just as he was calculating this.

At the end of the highway ahead, a cloud of dust rose faintly, as if several vehicles were driving toward them.

Crocodile's eyes lit up, and he immediately grabbed the binoculars on his chest to look.

In his field of vision.

Several tattered modified off-road vehicles were driving along, and floating above their roofs were all white C-72 District player IDs!

"Hahaha! Talk about a gift falling into my lap!"

Overjoyed, Crocodile flicked his cigarette butt out the window and began to laugh hideously.

"Brothers! Prepare for battle!"

"There are a few fat sheep ahead. Kill them all for me, leave no one alive!"

The hundreds of red-named thugs in the convoy behind immediately racked their bolts with excitement, preparing for a one-sided slaughter.

However.

Right at that moment.

The subordinate in the driver's seat suddenly began to tremble as if he had seen a ghost.

"Bo... Boss..."

"I... It looks like we're surrounded..."

Crocodile frowned and slapped the back of the subordinate's head.

"What the hell are you talking about? There are only a few junk cars opposite us, who's surrounding whom?"

He cursed as he turned his head, following the subordinate's terrified gaze to look into the rearview mirror.

The next second.

The blood in Crocodile's entire body seemed to freeze instantly.

Behind them on the highway they had just fled from, several huge black clouds suddenly erupted. The violent explosions even made the gravel on the ground jump.

Crocodile's eyes nearly popped out of his head, and he roared with a cracked voice from fear.

"Holy shit! Those are the anti-tank mines we buried!"

"That madman Red Wolf didn't chase the main force, he's coming for us!"

"Retreat! Floor it! Push the pedal through the fuel tank!!"

The fleeing convoy of over a hundred combat vehicles instantly fell into chaos, desperately trying to accelerate.

But it was all too late.

Five kilometers behind them.

Lin Zihao sat on his modified Scout Motorcycle, a cold blue light flickering in his eyes.

He didn't hesitate to activate his vehicle skill.

"God's Perspective, activate!"

[Ding! Trait activated: Terrain and enemies within a five-kilometer radius have been projected as a 3D hologram!]

[Additional effect triggered: Synchronizing data to party members. Teammates' long-range fire control accuracy increased by 20%!]

Inside the cockpit of the Red Wolf Tank in the distance.

Lu Yuan looked at the holographic projection on the radar screen, which had instantly become incredibly clear—even marking the weak points of the enemy vehicle armor—and a reaper-like cold smile curled on his lips.

"Lock-on complete."

His slender finger pressed down heavily on the fire button on the console.

Atop the vehicle, the barrels of the Electro-Storm began to spin frantically.

"Vrrr—!"

The violent metal whip of fire, imbued with lightning attributes and bolstered by Lin Zihao's twenty percent accuracy buff, turned into an unavoidable ray of death, sweeping across from several kilometers away.

"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!"

Terrifying armor-piercing rounds instantly tore through the heavy pickup Crocodile was in.

"Ah—!"

Crocodile only felt a sharp pain in his waist as a blue high-explosive round tore straight through his body.

Blood sprayed everywhere.

The roof of the heavy pickup was blown off by the bullets.

He was torn in half on the spot by the terrifying kinetic energy, his upper body slamming onto the highway and dragging a long trail of blood.

The other vehicles in the convoy fared no better. Under the beyond-visual-range precision harvesting of the Electro-Storm, they exploded into fireballs one after another.

It was clear he wouldn't survive.

Crocodile lay prone on the ground with his upper body, fragments of internal organs constantly gushing from his mouth.

In his vision.

The dust rising in the distance finally drew near.

He had originally thought he would see that blood-colored heavy tank, like a reaper, crushing its way over.

But he was wrong.

What rushed out of the dust wasn't the Red Wolf Tank at all.

It was hundreds, thousands, a dense mass of white-named players from District C-72!

These bottom-tier players, who usually only counted as "prey" in their eyes, now had bloodshot eyes, their gazes flickering with a hair-raising, fanatical light.

They were like a pack of wild wolves that hadn't eaten for eight hundred years, seeing a large piece of sizzling, fatty meat!

"Charge! Brothers! Dismantle their vehicles!"

"Holy shit! This pickup's armor plating is still usable! Hurry, strip it off!"

"I'll siphon the fuel! The tank is full! We're rich!"

"I'll take the wheels! Don't fight over them! This tire can be traded for two contribution points!"

"I'll dismantle the engine! Quick, quick, quick! Charge, brothers! Earn contribution points to trade for purple blueprints!!"

Deafening roars echoed through the sky.

The last thing Crocodile saw before he died were three civilian aunties holding wrenches and pipe pliers, pouncing on the wreckage of his broken pickup truck with faces full of excitement.

In just five short minutes.

The entire highway was packed tight by the people of the Red Wolf Guild.

Thousands of white-named vehicles of various models surrounded the wreckage of Crocodile's hundred-plus vehicles so tightly that not even water could leak through.

Electric sparks flew everywhere, and the sound of dismantling was thunderous.

It was simply like a swarm of locusts passing through!

By the time the fanatical crowd dispersed, the originally tragic accident scene had actually become cleaner than if a dog had licked it.

Never mind metal plates on the ground.

Not even half a screw or a wheel was left; someone had even used sponges to suck the engine oil off the ground completely!

Only Crocodile's half-corpse remained, eyes wide in death, lying lonely on the bare asphalt, silently recounting the inhuman "looting" he had just encountered.

And this terrifying convoy of thousands, like locusts, did not continue forward after cleaning up the battlefield.

Under Lin Zihao's command, they lined up their convoy neatly at the checkpoint of the 2000km mark.

The vehicles lined up horizontally, completely sealing off the entire main road.

They had begun to blockade the road.

Because their Red Wolf Guild Leader had said...

Today, the people of the Wolf Hunter Alliance...

Don't even think about a single one of them escaping!