Highway Survival for All: My RV's Infinite Evolution

Dong-gu, Busan.

"Warning! Left-side array has collapsed!"

"Alarm! The third echelon is completely wiped out, signal connection lost!"

Inside the Class 6 heavy truck, piercing alarms blared incessantly.

But in this noisy environment, Zhuge Mo sat in the command chair.

On the control wall in front of him, 25 drone feeds were playing simultaneously.

In the scene, the Tier 6 pale creature casually sliced ​​through the armor of a Tier 5 tank as easily as cutting tofu, then dragged out the driver and stomped on him until he was destroyed.

Cruel, bloody, and...efficient.

The perfect biological weapon.

The pale figure was reflected in Zhuge Mo's pupils, but his brain was like an overclocked quantum computer, frantically disassembling and analyzing every detail of the scene.

"Extremely high physical defense; ineffective against conventional caliber firearms; can even catch an RPG with bare hands..."

"Breaking the sound barrier at high speeds creates a cloud of air bursts during movement, meaning that preemptive shots must be fired with a huge lead time..."

"The weapon is indestructible, and..."

Zhuge Mo's fingers flew across the virtual keyboard, bringing up a cross-sectional image taken from the wreckage of a Level 6 Apache.

"The cut surface is uneven and has corrosion marks resembling mold spots."

"This isn't purely physical cutting; their weapons are imbued with some kind of high-frequency vibration or...corrosive ability?"

"And here too."

He then brought up another video.

It was a desperate solo player trying to ambush pale creatures with an RPG.

However, just as the player carrying the rocket launcher pulled the trigger, the pale creature that had been facing away from him suddenly moved half a meter to the left without warning.

It's just this half meter.

The potentially lethal rocket grazed its shoulder.

"A coincidence?"

Zhuge Mo frowned.

He quickly replayed several other scenes.

Tank gun aiming, anti-tank mine laying, and even long-range artillery fire...

Each time, the two pale creatures were able to make the perfect evasive maneuver just before the attack came.

It felt as if they had seen the script beforehand.

"It's not a coincidence."

Zhuge Mo pushed up his glasses, a cold glint flashing across the lenses, and wrote a sentence on a piece of paper: "Suspected of possessing the ability of 'danger prediction' or an extremely high level of intuition."

As Zhuge Mo watched the pale figure on the screen indiscriminately slaughtering, an extremely crazy idea took shape in his mind.

We must do a verification!

And it would be best to test out its weaknesses.

"call……"

Zhuge Mo pressed the internal communication channel, "Sweetie!"

"exist!"

Five kilometers away, from another Class 6 heavy truck of the same model, Guo Tiantian's voice came, "President, you speak! I'm listening!"

"Lock the two tactical missiles in your car onto my vehicle."

Zhuge Mo repeated, "Listen carefully, lock onto my vehicle! Firing immediately upon my command!!"

"ah?!"

On the other end of the call, Guo Tiantian was clearly stunned.

Should we open fire on the chairman?

What kind of tactic is this? A suicide attack?

But the next second, this cute girl with a figure somewhat resembling Schwarzenegger nodded emphatically.

"good!"

There was no questioning.

In Ironblood Heavy Industry, Zhuge Mo's mind is absolute truth.

Even if Zhuge Mo asked her to drive the car off a cliff right now, she would still feel that the president had discovered a shortcut to victory.

"Fire control radar locked! Ready to fire at any time!" Guo Tiantian's voice came through.

"Keep locked down."

Zhuge Mo nodded slightly.

He then reached into the pocket of his white trench coat and touched a cold, rough object.

It was a scroll only as thick as an adult's thumb.

This was a life-saving trump card he had accidentally obtained in a previous instance of a relic, which he had been reluctant to use until now, when he unexpectedly had to use it in this situation.

Zhuge Mo gripped the scroll tightly, raised his head, and stared intently at the pale figure wreaking havoc in the distance through the bulletproof glass and across the kilometers of ruins.

"bring it on....."

Zhuge Mo slammed his left hand on the red fire control button on the control panel.

"Buzz—"

At the top of the Class 6 heavy truck, four concealed miniature missile pods instantly popped open.

The fire control radar was activated at full power, locking onto that Tier 6 pale creature!

drop!drop!drop!

The urgent locking alarm echoed inside the carriage.

At the very moment of locking.

The pale creature that was slaughtering suddenly stopped moving.

It slowly turned around.

Across the billowing smoke.

Those pale eyes looked precisely in the direction where Zhuge Mo was.

There was no anger.

There was no intent to kill.

There is only one kind of indifference towards ants.

"Buzz!!"

In that instant, Zhuge Mo felt a jolt in his brain.

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They only exchanged a glance.

One-tenth of my rationality has evaporated!

Is this the oppressive power of the gods' chosen ones?

"emission!!"

Zhuge Mo calmly pressed the launch button.

Almost at the same time.

The pair of leathery, fleshy wings behind the pale creature in the distance suddenly trembled.

boom!

The sonic boom cloud exploded beneath its feet.

It did not dodge.

Instead, he hurled his pale spear at the missile fired by Zhuge Mo.

boom! !

The spear struck the tactical missile launched by Zhuge Mo precisely in mid-air.

Four tactical missiles detonated simultaneously, creating a massive fireball that exploded in mid-air.

Before the smoke and dust had cleared, the pale figure had already torn through the flames, like a monster that had rushed out of hell, instantly traversing a distance of several kilometers!

Its target was clear: the Level 6 heavy truck and the people inside!

The suffocating feeling of being locked on by death made the hairs on Zhuge Mo's body stand on end.

But he didn't move.

He is waiting.

He was waiting for the moment when his conjecture would be proven true.

Three thousand meters... one thousand meters... five hundred meters!

When the pale figure was less than a hundred meters away from the heavy truck, and could even see it raising its bone spear...

Zhuge Mo abruptly looked away and spoke into the communicator:

"Sweetie! Launch!!!"

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