Chapter 77: Don’t Shoot! I Surrendered Long Ago!

Lin Mu quickly glanced at the radar on the windshield.

Where is it? Where is it?

"Master, it's the one down below."

He hurriedly looked at the vehicle radar, where twelve dots of light appeared at the edge. Judging by their position, they were on the left side, and it seemed the other party had noticed him as well.

Should he go through? Perhaps it wasn't impossible.

After all, it had taken so much effort to encounter another convoy; he couldn't just let them go.

Lin Mu picked up the radio: "I'll lead. You follow closely behind me. If a fight breaks out, stay alert."

"...Roger."

"Roger."

A fight? Was there a convoy nearby?

She knew there was a radar in Lin Mu's vehicle, but the two of them lacked any real combat ability—could Lin Mu handle it alone?

Not only could Lin Mu handle it, he would absolutely dominate.

A heavy machine gun slowly rose from his car roof, filling the entire top of the vehicle.

Watching the luminous dots draw nearer, Lin Mu's lips curled into a smile.

"My sweet darlings, I'll treat you kindly, so don't resist. Otherwise..."

He chuckled wickedly, then coughed, realizing he'd slipped into another persona.

...

"All vehicles attention, the cars over there are approaching—only three vehicles. We'll capture them all," announced a young man in the central vehicle, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and smiling.

Just three cars—it was as if someone had sent them a gift.

"Brother Qian, don't worry, we've got twelve vehicles."

They didn't even consider Lin Mu's convoy a threat.

In their eyes, this was just a gift.

As for why the convoy approached, it was probably because they had some hot weapons. But at this stage, who didn't have hot weapons?

The rumble of engines grew louder, and the convoy slowed down in unison, waiting for Lin Mu's arrival.

Zhang Qian watched the radar—right on the flank.

Suddenly, the mist before his eyes cleared, and a dazzling beam of light struck him.

He instinctively closed his eyes.

Heh, they were playing tricks—but before absolute power, all schemes are meaningless...

Peeking through a slit, he saw the approaching vehicle and his eyes widened.

He no longer cared about the stinging pain from the bright light.

"Is this...is this an armored vehicle from a war zone? What on earth is that heavy machine gun?"

Soon, he learned firsthand the meaning of absolute power.

Not his own, but Lin Mu's.

Da-da-da!

Bullets sprayed as though they cost nothing.

Thump! Thump!

Lin Mu didn't aim at the body of the vehicle, but at the tires.

Yes, from the start, his target was the tires.

As the tires burst, the wheels exposed the hubs.

Sparks flew.

"Brother Qian! What do we do? This firepower..."

They had mocked the other side for courting death, but even ten more convoys couldn't stand against this.

This wasn't just hot weaponry—it was strategic armament.

They proudly wielded pistols, yet the other side brought out a heavy machine gun. How could they possibly compete?

The two chubby men in Lin Mu's car stared in shock at the machine gun mounted on his roof.

When did he get this thing? It was almost absurd. If their own car had one, they'd be invincible!

At this moment, Lin Mu's voice came from outside.

"Hey, hey, can you hear me?"

Lin Mu fiddled with the radio, using its broadcast function for the first time.

"Hey, hey..."

Da-da-da, three bullets randomly struck a car.

"Can anyone hear me? Answer me."

With so many people, he wasn't getting out of the car.

If no one answered soon, he'd send 001 out.

Zhang Qian swallowed hard, looking at the three bullet holes in his seat, uncertain what to say.

He had answered, yet Lin Mu fired anyway. What kind of logic was that?

Zhang Qian had no choice but to exaggerate his gestures to signal Lin Mu.

"Master, perhaps you haven't activated the receiving function," 001 pointed to a red icon on the screen.

Lin Mu looked and realized the problem. No wonder he couldn't hear anything.

The red icon turned green, and a voice came through.

"Big brother, can you hear me? I surrender, don't shoot. I surrendered the moment you blew out the tires. Please, stop shooting."

Lin Mu glanced at the man with gold-rimmed glasses waving his arms in the car and coughed, trying to cover his embarrassment.

How was he supposed to know about that button? No one had told him.

He couldn't really be blamed.

Luckily, the man survived, or he'd have lost out.

"Ahem, how many people are in your convoy?"

"Twelve."

Zhang Qian wiped the sweat from his forehead, finally relieved.

He was terrified Lin Mu wouldn't hear and would fire again.

"Everyone, get out and line up."

Lin Mu had just taken out the collars when trouble arose.

"Brother Mu, three cars are reversing—they're trying to escape!"

The chubby man's voice crackled through the radio.

Escape? Impossible!

Most of the wheels were down to the hubs, and they still wanted to run?

The heavy machine gun swung around, and a jet of flame shot out.

Da-da-da!

Bullets punched straight through the vehicles.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three cars exploded instantly; as for those inside—hmph! Anyone trying to run must die.

He glanced at Wang Changjun in the rearview mirror and aimed the machine gun at the remaining vehicles.

"You see that? Anyone who tries to run meets this fate!"

Lin Mu was furious—a single car meant two shares of supplies, wasted just like that.

"001, go put these collars on them. Anyone who refuses—kill them!"

Lin Mu spoke in the calmest tone, delivering the cruelest command.

Wang Changjun in the back kept his head down, shaken by the terrifying look Lin Mu had just given him. Best not to entertain any foolish ideas.

His hand twitched involuntarily.

Outside.

Zhang Qian looked at the flames behind him and swallowed again.

The firepower was simply overwhelming.

Run? Only a fool would try.

The remaining people rushed out of their vehicles and lined up.

A woman stepped down.

The man beside Zhang Qian, dressed in shorts, rolled his eyes and whispered, "If we grab that woman and threaten the people in the car, maybe we can get that vehicle."

Zhang Qian glanced at him—was he an idiot?

Did he think the other side would send someone out without being confident?

Had his brain been eaten by zombies, coming up with such ideas?

Though he thought this, outwardly he nodded in agreement.

"You're right. Make sure you act quickly and decisively, don't mess it up."

"Don't worry, Brother Qian."

Zhang Qian sneered inwardly—if he succeeded, it would be a miracle.

Don't blame me—you're always after my position.

To Zhang Qian, this woman was anything but ordinary.

001 approached the group and extended a hand.

"Each of you..."

"Heh heh heh, come here, sweetheart."