Highway Survival for All: My RV's Infinite Evolution

"11 o'clock!"

As Lieutenant Smith's voice faded.

Eleven Star Shield veterans immediately split into four tactical groups, using the ruins as cover, and quickly flanked the explosion site in a fan shape.

Lin Hui, carrying his axe and musket, followed behind the group.

His gaze swept over the veteran leading the way, and he nodded inwardly.

These veterans can achieve perfect coordination through mutual cover, switching of vision, and even just a simple gesture.

These men were far more powerful than Sergeant John, clearly belonging to an elite squad within the Star Shield Army.

Soon, the group arrived at the street where the explosion had just occurred.

"We're too late." Lieutenant Smith stopped behind a collapsed load-bearing column, his face ashen.

Two corpses lay on the ground ahead.

They were wearing pure white nun's robes, but now the robes were stained red with blood.

There was a charred hole the size of a fist on their backs.

That was a fatal wound left by plasma rays melting through the human body at close range at high temperatures; the flesh at the edges of the wound had even been carbonized.

Lieutenant Smith gave a tactical hand signal to the others to be on alert, while he crouched down to check if the two nuns had any clues about Miran's whereabouts.

However, just as Lieutenant Smith turned over one of the bodies!

"Click—"

A very faint sound of mechanical gears meshing came from the shadows of a half-collapsed shop to Lieutenant Smith's right.

From the shadows, a mechanical Eldar warrior appeared without warning.

The plasma gun in its hand was already held horizontally, the muzzle shining with a deadly light, pointing directly at Lieutenant Smith's head!

Once the trigger is pulled, Smith will surely die!

"Bang!"

At the critical moment, a muffled gunshot suddenly rang out.

The mechanical Eldar warrior's electronic eye was instantly destroyed.

The one who made the move was a veteran of the Star Shield Army!

From beginning to end, the veterans' gun barrels never left those dark corners.

As Lieutenant Smith approached to inspect, they remained on high alert, ready to eliminate any enemy who dared to show themselves.

This is the tacit understanding honed by the elite squad through countless brushes with death. Lieutenant Smith dares to entrust his back to them without reservation precisely because of this trust.

The mechanical Eldar warrior's eye sockets were blasted open, but the terrifying self-healing ability of the living metal was immediately activated. The metal at the wound began to writhe like mercury, attempting to reform.

But the Star Shield Army will never give it that chance.

Another burly veteran darted out from behind cover like a cheetah, instantly closing in on the mechanical Eldar warrior.

Without any hesitation, he pressed the explosive pistol in his hand directly against the other man's chest!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After three shots fired in quick succession at close range, a large hole appeared in the mechanical Eldar warrior's chest, revealing a core emitting a ghostly green light.

Followed by.

The veteran let out a cold shout, drew his iron-clad longsword from his waist, and plunged it into the green core!

"Sizzle sizzle..."

The spiritual power contained within the Dead Iron Longsword instantly shattered the spiritual deflection field on the outer layer of the core.

With a short-circuit sound, green energy liquid gushed out like blood.

The mechanical Eldar warrior's metal body, which was writhing and repairing itself, suddenly froze, and the living metal quickly dimmed, turning into a pile of dead gray scrap iron.

The whole process was smooth and seamless.

From the moment the mechanical Eldar warrior ambushed him to the moment he was shot in the head, his armor was shattered, and his core was pierced, the entire process took no more than three seconds!

"Their teamwork is indeed excellent," Lin Hui thought to himself.

However, he still found this fighting style too cumbersome.

If it were him, he wouldn't need any fancy steps; a straight punch imbued with spiritual power would be enough to smash this mechanical Eldar warrior to pieces.

At that moment, Lieutenant Smith stood up, his voice low and deep:

"These two were clerical nuns accompanying the team, and their combat strength was very weak. Since they died here, it means that the church squad has most likely been scattered by the mechanical Eldar guard squad."

"Everyone, listen up! Spread out and search from this location immediately!"

"Our primary objective is Miran! Report her coordinates immediately via communicator once we spot her or encounter a large Eldar force!"

"Yes!" the crowd responded in hushed tones.

The twenty people instantly split into four teams, each heading towards the depths of the ruins in the four directions: east, west, south, and north.

……

Lin Hui was assigned to the team searching the north side.

This squad consists of two Star Shield veterans and three players.

The one leading the group was the veteran who had just delivered the final blow with the Iron Blade, named Balf. The other veteran was a woman with short, neat hair named Jessica.

The other three players, besides Lin Hui himself, included Qing Xin, a baby-faced girl with a strong Northeastern accent, and Bian Canming, a young Chinese man who looked to be about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with dark skin and very ordinary features.

"Everyone, stay alert."

Veteran Jessica whispered a reminder, then tapped the side of her helmet to activate the AI-assisted combat radar. An invisible microwave began scanning for abnormal energy sources within a fifty-meter radius.

The team maintained tactical formation and slowly advanced through the collapsed buildings.

Compared to the composure of the two veterans, Bian Canming, who was walking in the middle of the group, was extremely nervous at this moment.

He gripped the explosive pistol issued to him by the Star Shield Army tightly with both hands, his eyes constantly scanning the dilapidated buildings, dark windows, and ruins around him.

Cold sweat trickled down his dark cheeks and dripped onto his tactical vest.

Bian Canming has survived this long mostly by hiding in dungeons and relying on stronger players. In previous battles, he mostly stayed inside vehicles, using their armor and heavy firepower to cover the enemy's movements.

This way of fighting, exposed to the elements, made him feel very insecure.

He always felt that behind those dark, ruined walls, a plasma gun or a gauss weapon might suddenly emerge and melt his head in one shot.

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