My Doomsday Train.

Chapter 1: Sudden murder.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The night was as dark as ink, so thick that it seemed to swallow up the entire world. In the vast and endless wasteland, a train like a giant steel beast was roaring towards the front.

The sound of the train wheels hitting the ground is like a symphony played by unknown heroes in the night.

With every impact, the carriage shook continuously.

"call"

inside the carriage.

Chen Mang was curled up on a straw mat in the corner, trying his best to align his body with the constantly shaking carriage. This could effectively reduce the feeling of nausea, just like on a ferry.

The entire carriage was extremely dimly lit.

There were no windows, and the carriage was lit by two dim light bulbs on the roof.

All you can smell is a strong stench, which is a combination of sweat, foot odor, feces, urine, vomit and other odors. Its power is enough to be compared with a dry toilet in the dog days of summer, or even worse.

He tried his best to occupy a relatively clean position in the corner, but even so, his face was still a little pale.

It's been three days.

During these three days, he consumed only two cups of muddy water mixed with sand and two slices of moldy bread, nothing else.

The carriage in front of him, which was 3 meters wide and 10 meters long, was filled with more than 100 people. Everyone here was starving. If he had not been protecting the straw under his butt, the straw would have been eaten by these hungry wolves.

These people are no different from crazy.

This is the third day since he traveled to this world.

A world reduced to apocalyptic ruins and having lost its basic order.

at this time--

A sturdy man, covered in stinky clothes, moved to his side without him noticing. He stared greedily at the straw under his butt and said hoarsely, "Brother, move aside. You can't use this big straw mat by yourself."

After seeing that Chen Mang didn't respond, he licked his lips and looked at everyone: "Everyone said yes."

But the next moment, the sound suddenly stopped.

Chen Mang, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly jumped up and pressed the strong man under him. Then, without waiting for the other party to react, he tightly grasped the sharpened tree trunk in his hand and stabbed it straight into the man's eye socket.

Once, twice, three times.

After four times.

Chen Mang stopped. He didn't have much strength left and had to use it sparingly. The man was struggling violently like a rooster with its throat cut. Chen Mang didn't say anything. He just sat on the man and strangled his neck with his hands. After dozens of seconds, when the man's body had completely softened, he raised his head and scanned everyone around him with a fierce look in his eyes.

Until everyone subconsciously avoided his eyes.

He kicked the man's body aside and sat back on his straw mat, trying to make his chest rise and fall as quietly as possible so as not to appear too weak.

The people around witnessed this scene in the dim light. No one made a sound, but the greed that had just emerged in their eyes quickly dimmed, and their bodies inadvertently moved as far away from Chen Mang as possible.

For a while.

In the originally crowded carriage, there was actually a relatively wide space where Chen Mang was sitting.

".call."

Chen Mang leaned against the iron sheet of the carriage and hid the sharpened branch in his hand under the straw mat. If he had killed slower, he might have been the one to die. This group of people were no longer human, but a group of hungry demons with red eyes.

Once someone takes the lead.

The evil thoughts in these people's hearts will be infinitely magnified, and no matter how good a fighter he is, he cannot defeat such a group of people.

This was his first murder.

It was harder and easier than he thought.

to be honest.

He felt a little panicked, and his hands and feet were trembling slightly, but he couldn't show any discomfort at this moment, otherwise these people would rush over like hungry wolves.

It's not just the benefits of a straw mat, but also his body which is obviously cleaner than these people.

Along with the death of this strong man.

The carriage fell into silence again. No one spoke, and no one had the energy to speak. It was better to wait and save some energy.
The next moment—the door connecting the carriages was pushed open.

Bright light came from outside the door, and three men with pistols on their waists and batons in their hands walked in expressionlessly. Their steel boots stepped on everyone in the car without any scruples, and these people did not dare to make any sound of dissatisfaction or pain.

Just like that, he walked beside Chen Mang all the way.

The leading man first looked down at the corpse, then at Chen Mang sitting on the straw mat, and said expressionlessly, "Did you kill him?"

Then he didn't wait for Chen Mang to reply.

The man just waved his hand.

The two men behind him stepped forward, swung their batons and hit Chen Mang repeatedly, using all their strength in each hit.

Chen Mang could only curl up in the corner, protecting his head as much as possible, gritting his teeth tightly and not making a sound.

This went on for nearly a minute.

The two men stopped using their batons.

The leading man looked at Chen Mang, who was curled up in the corner without saying a word. A strange look flashed in his eyes. He sneered and said hoarsely, "Everyone here is Master Kun's slave. You are very brave to kill people here."

"Hard enough."

"But you are lucky. Master Kun has chosen you. From now on, you will be the leader of this group of slaves."

"These slaves are under your charge. If they have any problems such as slacking off at work, you will be held fully responsible."

Then he waved his hand, and his men quickly returned to the bright carriage, took out a bag of pickles, two slightly moldy hot steamed buns and a bottle of mineral water, and threw them on Chen Mang's straw mat.

And in front of everyone.

He threw the body out along the connection between the carriages before closing the door again.

The carriage fell into darkness again.

Only the sound of banging banging could be heard.

Heading towards the unknown distance.

After these people left.

Chen Mang gritted his teeth and climbed up from the ground. He sat on the straw mat again and leaned against the iron sheet of the carriage. He tore open the small bag of pickles in front of him and slowly bit into them with two slightly moldy hot steamed buns.

Hot.

Although it was not delicious, it was hot steamed buns and pickles after all, and tasted much better than the moldy bread slices before. The moment the hot steamed buns entered his mouth, his palate even felt a slight pain because he was too hungry to chew such dry food.

He unscrewed the bottle of mineral water again and drank half of it in one breath.

After eating a steamed bun, I didn’t feel full at all, but I did feel that my physical condition had recovered a lot.

"."

Chen Mang narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the connection between the carriages. The moment the carriages opened, he saw that the carriage in front not only had bright daytime lights, but also had many rows of seats.

There were about twenty thugs sitting on it.

While he was being beaten, the thugs turned around and looked at him, laughing and chatting non-stop as if they were watching the fun.

He guessed correctly.

The reason why he suddenly killed the strong man was not only to protect himself, but also because he knew that in this environment, these rulers often needed a lower-level manager, and he did not see this person in this carriage.

He needs this position, and the car in front also needs him.

This position allows him to access more information.

From the very beginning when he was abducted into this carriage and learned that their destination was a mine, he knew that even if he killed someone, the people in the carriage in front would most likely not kill him.

After all, if you kill him, you will lose two slaves, but if you don't kill him, you will only lose one slave.

And inside the car.

Chen Mang could vaguely see countless pairs of greedy eyes staring at the steaming bun in his hand. The sound of his throat rolling up and down rose and fell like the chirping of summer cicadas, but no one dared to step forward.

(End of this chapter)