84: Chapter 84 Is this the efficiency of the Red Wolf Guild?

Section at the 2,750 km mark.

That dilapidated jeep had been forced to the very edge of the highway, its paintwork throwing off sparks as it was lashed by steel pipes and chains.

The Red Name brute's face was contorted in a grimace as he frantically twisted the motorcycle's throttle.

He had already raised his modified ballista, preparing to deliver the final blow to this fat sheep.

Boom—!

Just then, ten plumes of dust suddenly exploded into the sky from the earthen slope on the side of the wilderness.

The ground trembled, and the roar of engines approached from afar, drowning out the noise of the motorcycles in the blink of an eye.

The Red Name thugs turned their heads in astonishment.

Ten heavy off-road vehicles, painted in eye-searing red and draped in Level 3 heavy armor, charged into the battlefield like red war gods emerging from hell!

"Blade Group, 17th Squad, arriving on site for the order."

The voice coming from the vehicle's loudspeaker was cold and devoid of any emotion.

"I don't care who the hell you are! Those who block the way die!"

The Red Name brute roared, instinctively turning his motorcycle, hoping to rely on his flexibility to bypass them.

But he had clearly underestimated the killing intent of this red fleet.

The roof-mounted machine guns of those ten red war chariots quickly locked on, and a dense rain of bullets instantly covered the fan-shaped area ahead.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

The explosive sound of gunfire echoed across the wilderness.

It was pure, unreasonable fire suppression.

The moment the leading motorcycles made contact with the barrage, they were like porcelain vases struck by a sledgehammer.

Along with the thugs on them, they were torn into flying metal fragments and blood mist.

Three minutes.

It only took three minutes.

On the highway within a one-kilometer radius, there wasn't a single living Red Name left, except for that trembling white jeep.

The dozen or so motorcycles that had been so arrogant just moments ago were now all twisted scrap metal emitting black smoke on the highway.

Click.

The door of the lead red war chariot opened, and a man wearing a red combat uniform with the Red Wolf Guild emblem embroidered on his chest got out nimbly.

He walked straight to the jeep and tapped on the cracked glass.

"Mission complete. Please pay the reward."

The female player in the back seat was pale; her hands trembled as she handed out a metal safe.

Inside were two hundred metal blocks and a blue Armor Blueprint.

The Blade Group captain took the materials and clicked "Order Complete" on the system panel.

"Pleasure doing business. Place an order whenever you need next time!"

After saying that, he flipped back into the vehicle.

The ten war chariots didn't even say goodbye; their engines roared again as they sped off toward the next coordinate without stopping.

The three people in the jeep stared blankly at the receding red shadows, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

However, before they could breathe a sigh of relief...

On the highway behind them, several trucks that looked somewhat worn-out but were full of power slowly drove over.

With a clatter, the doors pushed open.

A dozen or so middle-aged men and women holding giant wrenches, crowbars, and cutters jumped off the trucks, chatting about what to eat for dinner.

"Oh, the shock absorber on this motorcycle is broken. What a shame."

"Let's move faster! There are still several orders waiting for cleanup behind us! Dismantle!"

Under the horrified gaze of the three people in the jeep...

This group of middle-aged men and women showed a professional quality even more terrifying than the combat group.

A crowbar inserted, a wrench twisted.

Five minutes.

It only took five minutes.

The wreckage of the dozen or so motorcycles on the ground was dismantled by this group until not even a single screw remained.

The originally tragic battlefield scene was cleaned up perfectly.

The owner of the jeep swallowed hard and sighed with a raspy voice.

"I was wondering how the Red Wolf Guild could grow so large..."

"So this is how the game is played!"

"I can't learn this, I really can't!"

...

That night, similar crazy scenes were played out all over Super District C4.

Section at the 2,560 km mark.

Five Red Name off-road vehicles welded with steel spikes were forcing a convoy of fleeing solo players into a dead end by a cliff.

The Red Name thugs had just raised their machetes and hadn't even had time to shout threats.

On the sand dunes ahead, eight heavy armored vehicles painted red flew directly down!

Eerie blue lines of fire instantly tore through the night sky.

Three minutes of fire suppression, physical transcendence on the spot.

Five minutes later, the logistics team entered the field, dismantling people and vehicles into parts.

Ruins at the 3,000 km mark.

Ye Gou, the leader of the remnants of the Wolf Hunter Alliance, was leading his remaining dozen or so subordinates to surround a lone van.

His eyes were bloodshot as he grinned and raised the pistol stained with his cousin's blood, preparing to enjoy the next massacre.

However, he didn't even have time to pull the trigger.

In the darkness on the flank, three blinding red headlights suddenly lit up!

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

The roar of heavy machine guns instantly tore through the dead silence of the night.

Thick armor-piercing bullets, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, swept directly across the off-road vehicle where Ye Gou was located.

Boom—!

The off-road vehicle instantly exploded into a ball of fire rising into the sky amidst the dense rain of bullets.

This thug leader, who had just committed "robbery among thieves" not long ago, didn't even manage to let out a scream before turning into a pile of charred, rotten meat in the ruins.

"didi proxy-fight, mission must be achieved."

That night, countless White Name players who had fallen into despair witnessed what is called a true dimensional strike.

As long as enough materials were handed over, the red war chariots would arrive as promised.

They watched with their own eyes as those once-unbeatable bandits were ruthlessly harvested like weeds in a field by the Red Wolf Guild.

Killing, dismantling vehicles, and sweeping up.

This smooth and efficient "all-in-one service" completely overturned the worldviews of everyone in Super District C4.

Those Red Name thugs who used to run rampant never dreamed...

That with the full expansion of the "didi proxy-fight" business, they had fallen from hunters who controlled life and death to mobile vaults and contribution point gift packs in the eyes of the Red Wolf Guild!

...

...

Midnight.

As the last batch of Blade Group war chariots that had finished their "didi proxy-fight" missions slowly drove back to the camp...

The bloody wilderness, which had been noisy all night, finally welcomed a moment of temporary respite.

Inside the Red Wolf Guild camp, lights were brightly lit.

Thousands of guild members sat around campfires, everyone's face beaming with an irrepressible joy and a healthy flush.

They were counting the night's gains.

"Haha, from this one order tonight, I directly got three hundred metal blocks!"

"That's nothing. Our squad just dismantled a Red Name's heavy truck, and the high-end engine parts alone sold for two hundred contribution points!"

"Following Boss Red Wolf is truly the best decision of my life."

"Before, we were lambs to be slaughtered; now, we are the harvesting scythes!"

In this festive atmosphere filled with the clinking sounds of counting materials...

A cold and grand mechanical voice suddenly came from the sky.

[Ding! Congratulations to all players for surviving another day!]

[Now calculating survival rates and remaining population for each major district.]

[Super C1 District: Current surviving players: 100,000.]

[Super C2 District: Current surviving players: 1.2 million.]

[Super C3 District: Current surviving players: 800,000.]

[Super District C4: Current surviving players: 2.2 million.]

...

Inside the command room of the Red Wolf Tank, Lu Yuan was looking at the scrolling material data when his hand suddenly stopped upon hearing this announcement.

"Super C1 District? 100,000 survivors?"

"How did so many die?"

Lu Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly.

He thought of that woman named Xia Li, and of the "Sleeping Beauty" who had once fought alongside him, who was both tsundere and competitive.

"What on earth is that woman Xia Li doing?"

Lu Yuan frowned, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

With that person's strength, surely nothing could have happened to her, right?