บททั้งหมดของ God Mode RV Reigns the Apocalypse: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The next morning, the sunlight was still pale and thin, but that didn't dampen the good mood inside the motorhome."Morning, boss!"Bella was fixing breakfast when Jake walked out, and her eyes lit up instantly."Huh? Boss, did you get taller?"She leaned in curiously, sizing him up. "And... you look more built too!"Bella's cheeks flushed. Even though Jake was just in loose loungewear, the sheer masculine presence radiating off him made her heart race a little."Guess I slept well last night," Jake said, brushing it off, and sat down at the table.Raina came down from upstairs too.As a sniper with sharp instincts, her look at Jake carried even more surprise.Today, Jake reminded her of some great beast with its claws sheathed. The faint, oppressive pressure radiating off him sent a chill down the spine of even someone as worldly as her.'Could it be... he injected a Gene Serum?' Raina pieced the clues together and quickly worked it out.Still, she'd never actually seen a M

Vroom—!The instant the motorhome surged forward, the ground seemed to shudder with a small earthquake.A wall of dust kicked up into the air as the black hull, like a mountain gone out of control, plowed straight into the modified jeep blocking the way ahead."What the— he's out of his mind?!"The leather-jacket man, who'd been sitting in the passenger seat with a filthy grin, expecting the woman inside to climb out and beg for mercy like the last one had, froze in place.After the motorhome's upgrade to Level 4, the chain cannon retracted into the vehicle's body, only rising up when needed.So as far as the leather-jacket man was concerned, with a dozen-plus vehicles on his side, plus RPGs and heavy machine guns, what could one motorhome possibly do? Flip the whole situation on its head?But when that black steel mountain came barreling toward him with a wind pressure that stole the breath from his lungs, the lecherous grin on his face froze solid, replaced by pure, uncomprehe

Several kilometers down the highway, a smoking SUV was fleeing in a mad dash.It was the young man in black—the one who'd led the Wolf Pack straight to Jake in the first place.He kept one foot jammed on the gas, eyes darting to the rearview mirror, his face a mask of panic.Vroom—Two modified pickups closed in from behind, moving fast, latching onto him like a pair of starving wolves.They were the two vehicles the Wolf Pack had split off to chase him down."Damn it! Why are they still chasing!"The young man in black felt despair sinking in.His vehicle had already taken heavy damage; there was no way he could outrun pursuers whose cars were still in perfect shape.Screech!He was forced off the road.Seven or eight Wolf Pack members jumped out of their vehicles, submachine guns and light rifles in hand, closing in with vicious grins."Running, huh? Go on, keep running!"A horse-faced man in the lead kicked open the SUV's door and dragged the young man in black out like

Jake took it and looked it over—it was some kind of phone-like electronic device, with a screen about 15 inches across, and two small buttons, one red and one green."What is this?" Jake asked."It's the Wolf Pack's internal communicator! I've already cracked their comm frequency and the device password!"Bella's face lit up with excitement. With her Engineering specialization, cracking a simple encrypted channel like this was a piece of cake.She handed the communicator to Jake, and at the same time, projected the decrypted interface onto the motorhome's central display.On the screen was something like a radar display, complete with distance markings, over a dozen red dots blinking across it, the nearest one about fifty kilometers away.Bella explained, "Each red dot represents a Wolf Pack convoy."She pressed the red button on the communicator. After a few bursts of static, several voices came through. Not perfectly clear, but distinguishable.Voice A: "Rob, still not done?

"What kind of approach?" Bella blinked, curious. "Boss, aren't we just going to run them over? Like last time?"After that one-sided slaughter earlier, this once-timid campus belle seemed to have developed some kind of mysterious confidence in the simple, brute-force approach to combat."Running them over feels great, sure, but it's not a long-term solution."Jake kept his eyes on the red dot slowly moving away on the central display, explaining patiently."First off, we don't know if they've got some hidden card up their sleeve that could actually threaten the motorhome. Our defense is incredible, sure, but what if they've got some bizarre Extraordinary Item like that Scapegoat's Eye?"And more importantly..."Jake paused, a flicker of mischief in his eyes."We're the hunters now. And the real fun in hunting isn't wrestling a beast bare-handed—it's setting the perfect trap, then sitting back with a cup of coffee and watching your prey leap right into it, struggling, hopeless."