Highway Survival for All: My RV's Infinite Evolution

Judgment Eye Square.

Lin Hui turned his gaze away from the depths of the fog and then turned on the external speaker.

"The Freedom Alliance convoy is here. Li Hanyue, get everyone into the vehicles!"

The sudden sound instantly woke up the female players below who were immersed in the awe of the Level 8 RV.

"A free alliance?!"

Li Hanyue and Li Feifei exchanged a glance, both of them feeling a chill run down their spines.

In the Misty Lands, low-level specialists, without the protection of vehicles, are no match for heavily armored convoys.

"Quick! Everyone get in the vehicles!" Li Hanyue gave the order decisively, and the forty-odd female players, like well-trained soldiers, quickly crawled into the surrounding armored vehicles.

Meanwhile, Huo Lie, still straddling that dilapidated "28-inch" motorcycle, excitedly grabbed a handful of his red hair.

Instead of dodging, he kicked off the bicycle kickstand, striking what he thought was an extremely cool fighting pose. "The enemy has only just appeared? Where are they? I'll send them a couple of miniature missiles to try them out right away!"

Looking at the red-haired youth below, who was acting like a teenager, Lin Hui shook his head with amusement. "Boss Huo Lie, just hide behind my car. You don't need to get involved in this kind of situation. Just watch the show."

Upon hearing the other person call him "Boss Huo Lie," Huo Lie was first stunned, then his eyes widened like saucers. "Holy crap...you, you're that teammate from my 0010 team whom I've never met before?!"

Huo Lie gasped, so shocked that his voice cracked.

Without saying a word, he pushed his old bicycle and scurried to the back of the RV, sticking out half of his red head, excitedly preparing to watch the show.

……

at the same time.

On the wasteland less than two kilometers from the square.

"Boom—!"

A steel torrent composed of forty-one heavy-duty trucks is charging forward with the momentum of crushing everything in its path.

At the very front of the convoy, inside a massive Level 7 fire truck, Cisco was comfortably reclining in a leather seat.

"Boss Cisco!" one of his men reported excitedly, his eyes glued to the radar screen. "The radar shows only fifteen vehicle signals in the plaza ahead!"

"Only fifteen?"

Cisco chuckled and replied, "Forty-one against fifteen! The advantage is on my side!"

"Boss, how are we going to fight later?" the subordinate asked excitedly, rubbing his hands together.

"It's simple!" A cold glint flashed in Cisco's eyes. "A swift and devastating attack! Use the most intense artillery fire to tear those pathetic tin cans apart instantly!!"

"Yes! Crush them!"

A bloodthirsty cheer erupted over the communication channel.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Freedom Alliance's convoy burst out of the thick fog and entered the ruined square!

"They've broken in! Open...open..."

Cisco jumped up from the sofa, ready to give the order to fire.

however.

When the view of the square was presented to him without reservation through the panoramic display screen.

The word "fire" that Cisco was trying to say caught in his throat.

It wasn't just him.

Inside the entire Freedom Alliance convoy, all the Coconut Kingdom players who had been roaring and preparing to slaughter their way out fell into a deathly silence at this moment.

"Boss... Boss..." one of the men's voices was trembling uncontrollably.

Cisco didn't answer, or rather, his mind had completely shut down.

"What the hell is this monster...?"

Cisco stared blankly up at the sky.

He saw a small fortress.

A steel fortress, entirely black, with a surface that shimmers with the luster of the Milky Way!

But what truly terrified Cisco was the heavy turret slowly rotating on the roof of the vehicle.

"Click click click..."

The sound of gears meshing echoed across the empty square.

A cannon barrel nearly twenty meters long and shockingly thick slowly lowered its angle.

The bottomless cannon muzzle was now firmly locked onto the Tier 7 tank where Cisco was located.

"this……"

Cisco's blood ran completely cold at that moment.

"My God... what is this thing?!"

"A naval gun?! Who the hell would mount a battleship's main gun on a land vehicle?!"

Cisco's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Moreover, there were four different heavy weapons hanging on the roof of the other vehicle!

"Could this be... a Tier 8 vehicle?!"

The moment the thought crossed Cisco's mind, he felt as if all his strength had been drained, and he collapsed onto the control panel.

Let alone opening fire.

At that moment, he didn't even have the courage to look at that giant cannon.

He was initially overjoyed, thinking that upgrading his vehicle to level 7 would allow him to roam freely in this misty land.

But to his utter surprise, he didn't even have a chance to show his fangs before he bumped into a big boss who was beyond the current version of the game's understanding as soon as he stepped out!

"Where are Curly-haired and Baldy?! Where did those two scouts go?!"

Cisco roared into the communicator, "Didn't they confidently say in their intelligence reports that the red-haired boss was riding a 28-inch bicycle?! Tell me, whose 28-inch bicycle has a 20-meter-long, 400-millimeter-caliber battleship main gun strapped to its handlebars?!!"

The subordinate stammered, almost crying, "Boss... they said they were the Alliance's top scouts, not very helpful in direct combat, so after sending us the coordinates, they... they already withdrew ahead of time."

"An ace detective?"

Cisco was so angry he almost spat out blood, and he cursed, "Scouting my ass!!"

Looking at the 406mm naval gun that was firmly blocking his way, Cisco felt like his scalp was about to explode.

What does it mean to seek fortune in danger?

This is a death in the midst of wealth and danger, and a death so utterly devastating that not even ashes remain!

"No... I can't just die here like this. I have to explain, yes, explain!"

Suppressing his fear, Cisco frantically turned on the car's speakerphone and said obsequiously:

"Sir... Boss ahead! The fog around here is incredibly thick. I... I got lost while chasing my prey and accidentally wandered into your territory! I swear, we have absolutely no hostility towards you!"

After saying that, he yelled into the communicator, "What are you bunch of idiots standing there for?! Back up! Who the hell led the way?! Get out of here now, don't smudge this big shot's eyes! Back up!!"

however.

Just as Cisco's Level 7 fire truck was preparing to reverse.

A cold voice suddenly came from inside the Class 8 motorhome:

"What? You want to take my supplies and leave?"

Upon hearing the voice, a hint of doubt flashed through Cisco's mind.

supplies?

What is he saying? What supplies did we bring him?

Then, Cisco suddenly realized that the "supplies" the other party was referring to were not any items at all, but their forty-one high-level vehicles and their lives!

Cisco felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his blood seemed to freeze.

"Boss... I..."

Cisco opened his mouth, about to say something, but was ruthlessly interrupted by that cold voice:

"Don't talk. Look at the camera."

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