Chapter 46: Inferior Methods, The Bloodshed Caused by the Diamond Chest

"Qin, I didn’t expect there to be a town after turning the corner.”

“Aren’t you just stating the obvious? On the second day, there’s always a supply crate every 200 kilometers.” Qin Xiangyang glanced at his walkie-talkie, speechless.

How did his teammates’ brains even work?

“Qin, there’s a convoy approaching head-on! What should we do?”

Qin Xiangyang steered his car to the side and caught sight of the convoy approaching from the opposite direction.

“Jinli, can you tell how many vehicles they have?”

Inside the leading small truck, a bald man squinted and peered ahead. “Qin, their lead vehicle is also a big one, but I can’t see behind it—looks like four vehicles from here.”

Qin Xiangyang tapped the steering wheel. His own convoy had six vehicles; logically, if the other group wanted to expand, they couldn’t have too many cars. Of course, there could be exceptions—like the second convoy. He had no idea how that group even survived with so many people.

“Slow down. Let’s wait for them to turn. If they come straight at us… Jinli, ram them!”

“Got it!”

Qin Xiangyang’s convoy gradually eased off the gas, and the other convoy mirrored their action, slowing as well. Both sides finally came to a halt at the largest crossroads.

...

“Master, I’ve detected thirteen vehicles.”

Lin Mu quickly looked at the projected radar.

“…Forming a straight line?”

He stared in confusion at the row of red dots.

What were they doing, just sitting there? Was there a convenience store over there or something?

That couldn’t be right! Lin Mu found a route and slipped to the back of the formation. He didn’t drive out, but got down from his vehicle and peeked around the back of a nearby house.

“What’s going on here? Why are both teams just sitting still?”

At this moment, the two convoys simply faced each other, neither making a move. Lin Mu eyed the thirteen cars, nearly drooling.

“Thirteen vehicle cores—my core level will go up again, and I’ll have even more crew. How delightful!”

But facing thirteen vehicles alone was beyond him. Lin Mu’s mind turned; he pulled a beer bottle from his backpack, then another shirt.

He quickly fashioned a Molotov cocktail, lit it with a lighter, and hurled it forcefully.

The bottle traced a perfect arc, striking one of the cars.

Seeing this, Lin Mu hurried back to his own car and drove onto a side road.

...

Qin Xiangyang was still communicating with his team when suddenly, flames burst out on his car.

“Damn! Where did the fire come from?”

“Qin, looks like a Molotov cocktail.”

“Qin, do you think the other side threw it?”

Qin Xiangyang began to doubt, but hadn’t the other team also stayed in their vehicles?

“Jinli, did you see anyone from the other side throw it?”

“No, Qin, I didn’t see anything.”

He checked with the other vehicles—no one had seen where the Molotov had come from.

Qin Xiangyang scratched his head. “Haunted?”

He glanced at the deserted house nearby. It didn’t look like anyone was there. Even if there was, could his luck really be so bad?

Down the other street, Lin Mu stared at his radar’s projection. “Unbelievable, they didn’t start shooting? They just held back?”

He’d thought the two groups would break into a fight, but instead, they still faced off in silence. That was troublesome. Aside from makeshift weapons, all he had left was a gun.

But firing would bring a new problem—what if both sides suddenly united against him? He’d have to run for it.

“If only I had a grenade launcher, I’d just blow them all up.”

“Master, there’s a crate in this building. Should we grab it?” 001 pointed to a nearby shop.

“Later… Wait, it’s a diamond crate.”

Lin Mu licked his lips. Suddenly, he knew exactly what to do.

...

In the other convoy.

“Baldy, maybe we should forget it. The other side has at least four vehicles. We’re wasting time—let’s just find more crates.”

“How can we just give up? We’re just a few vehicle cores short of leveling up. If we take out this convoy—it’ll be enough.”

Baldy wasn’t about to let go. Vehicle cores were valuable.

“So when do we make our move? If we get out, they’ll ram us. But if we stay put, this will drag on for over an hour.”

In real life, a few collisions would cripple any car. But here, you never knew how tough the other vehicles were. They might as well go crate-hunting and find a lone car to attack later. Why butt heads with a convoy?

Crash!

A crate fell from the sky.

“Baldy! Guess what—I just saw a diamond crate drop from above!”

“A diamond crate? From the sky?”

“Absolutely. It just appeared—maybe a gust of wind knocked it off the roof.”

If it had been just an iron resource crate, they wouldn’t care. Even a silver one wouldn’t get them this excited. But a diamond crate was different—it could hold rare materials or a stockpile of basics.

For a convoy, it was simply too important.

Baldy gripped the wheel. “Everyone, grab your weapons. We’re taking that crate. After that, we’ll fight the other convoy.”

Meanwhile, Lin Mu watched from behind a sixth-floor window, observing the scene below.

When he saw both convoys’ crews pouring out, he finally relaxed.

“I knew it. Who could resist coming out for a diamond crate?”

He knew all too well how rare diamond crates were. Even when he’d picked up as many as sixty crates in a single day, he might not find a single diamond one.

Blind boxes were rarer still.

Soon enough, the diamond crate would spark a bloody conflict.

“Hey, hey, hey—don’t kill everyone! Leave some for me!” Lin Mu dashed downstairs. But by the time he reached the ground floor, corpses littered the street.

No—there was one survivor, a man with a long blade stuck in his body, not far from death.

“The universal medicine! Yes, the universal medicine should work.”

Lin Mu rushed over and yanked the blade out of the man.

A spurt of blood gushed from what had been a sealed wound.

Qin Xiangyang stared at Lin Mu in terror. Where had this man come from, and why did he pull out the blade right away?

He collapsed, eyes slowly closing.

He’d been at death’s door, but if he’d taken the medicine before the blade was pulled, he might have lived.

But Lin Mu figured the wound couldn’t heal with the blade still inside, so he’d pulled it out first.

Now, Lin Mu finally found the universal medicine in his backpack—so many slots made it hard to find anything.

“This thing is so dumb—can’t it just give me what I want right away? …He’s dead?!”