My Doomsday Train.

Chapter 175: How to write the word "Man" in Mangniu.

20 seconds later.

"Um"

The level 8 zombie had disappeared, leaving only flesh and blood slowly falling from the sky to the ground. There was not even a complete piece of meat, as if it had been thrown into a meat grinder and was completely chewed up.

Chen Mang looked seriously at the various data flashing on the control panel. The train stunt "Death Spin" activated by the level 50 car blade and the level 50 drill should have no problem killing a level 8 monster. The damage was enough.

It just can't be killed instantly, so it will take a little longer.

The resistance is roughly equivalent to the flesh wall barrier in the Flesh Train exclusive adventure map in the "Kunlun Mountains" area, but a little weaker.

Moreover, this level 8 zombie is relatively small in size. If it were a little bigger, it would take more time to kill it, but it can be killed.

Okay.

After the level 3 iron ore is mined, upgrade the lathe blade and drill to level 100, and you can basically kill level 8 zombies instantly. Although the power of white-grade accessories is relatively small per level increase, far less than the power of red-grade accessories per level increase, it is still cheap.

Just like he never dared to think about upgrading the "Ground Blast Missile" or "Doomsday Cannon" to level 100.

Several lines of text flashed on the screen.
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"A highly corrosive liquid has been detected spraying onto the mecha."

"The mechanical nano spiders are ready for production at any time."

"The armor level 5 super effect is immunity to corrosion from liquids, fog, swamps, etc."

"No damage to armor"

"The integrity of the external speaker is 22%, and the damage of the powerful magnet is 19%."

"The mechanical nano spider is already undergoing repairs."
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After losing this level 8 zombie, the zombie tide was basically just a few scattered soldiers and small fry. The Doomsday Machine Gun accurately cleared out more than a dozen level zombies. The remaining zombies, including Biaozi, had already jumped out of the car to meet the enemy.

The green grade "Armor" is really useful, but the only drawback is that it can only protect the train.
External accessories such as "external speakers" and "powerful magnets" cannot be protected by armor.

This is not as good as the energy shield, which can completely protect these external accessories.

This leads to——

Almost every time he fought against the enemy, the speakers and powerful magnets would be damaged. Fortunately, the level was high enough, and even the daily accessories had a certain degree of defense, so they were not directly destroyed. Every time they were damaged, they could be repaired with mechanical nano spiders.

But it's always like this, and it makes him a little impatient.

This level 8 zombie came all the way over and gave him a green-grade accessory blueprint.

"Individual flamethrower production line".

not bad.

A personal weapon that can be used in a certain combat environment is always better than nothing. He never thought about selling the blueprint. Even if the blueprint is rubbish, he will make it himself to see what the super model effect is.

It would be a complete waste if you sold it.

He can use it. If he doesn't need it, the train crew members can use it. If the train crew members don't need it, they will be able to use it sooner or later.

"Ok?"

at this time--

Chen Mang suddenly noticed a train speeding in the opposite direction, and the information displayed on the enemy radar was "Mangniu", the person who was competing with him. He smiled and did not chase after it.

“So scary, so scary”

Inside the Bull train, a man was fleeing quickly with fear on his face. Someone had just told him the coordinates of the Star train. He happened to be nearby, so he rushed over excitedly!
A Class 6 train!
How dare he compete with him, a Class 8 train, for the tobacco business!

I simply don’t want to live anymore.

If you don't teach him a lesson, he won't know his place!

then
As soon as he arrived, he saw a scene that shocked him extremely. The Star Train was fucking turning!
It’s not an adjective, it really is turning!
Killed a level 8 zombie boss instantly.

Good.

Originally, he wanted to let the Star see how to write the word "Mang" in Mangniu. Now he didn't need the other party to see it. He just had to run for his life. Coincidentally, he suddenly forgot how to write the word "Mang".

He ran for more than ten minutes straight.

After seeing that the Star Train had no intention of chasing him.

The man felt a chill on his back and was covered in sweat. He breathed a sigh of relief after surviving the disaster, and his hands couldn't help but tremble slightly. He was grateful to the zombie. If it weren't for the zombie who helped him test the waters, he would have been buried in the ground now, right?

He remembered that at that time, on the train radio, there was another train that was cursing the Star together with him, and the curses were also very dirty.

It's called the "Second Dimension Train".

He was just about to find this train on the leaderboard and tell the other party not to mess with the Star, which could kill level 8 zombies instantly. However, after searching the leaderboard for a long time, he couldn't find the existence of the "Second Dimension Train" at all.

"Gone?"

Soon, a horrifying possibility came to the man's mind. Could it be that this two-dimensional train had gone to find the Star Train and then died at its hands?

But he remembered that the two-dimensional train was organized by "Libra", and there were several other trains mixed with him.

He looked for those trains on the leaderboard again.

have to.

Without exception, all are gone.

This was a serious matter. The Star Train was more exaggerated and outrageous than he had imagined.

"."

The man slumped in his chair, his expression uncertain as he gritted his teeth and sent a lot of messages in the train radio chat box.

"Bull Train": The conductor of the Star Train, I was wrong. I shouldn't have insulted you some time ago. I was bewildered at the time, and you treated me like a piece of shit. I...
"Bull Train": "."

He sent seven or eight messages in a row begging for mercy and admitting his mistakes.

Although this is a bit embarrassing, everyone saw it.

But no way.

He hadn't received a reply to his private message to the Star train's conductor, leaving him unable to continue the private chat. Unable to reach him, he could only speak over the train's radio. He now only hoped the conductor would see his message and write off the matter. He was a little scared.
But I'm not sure if the other person can see it.

He decided to send a few messages from time to time to ensure that the other party could definitely see them.

soon--

Many people asked what happened in the train radio chat room, and the train conductor, who had a good relationship with him, also asked him privately what was wrong. He did not respond in the train radio chat room, but he responded to those who sent him private messages.

Just one sentence.

"He's very strong. I can't beat him."

Straightforward and simple.

It’s really powerful, but what else can we do except give in?

Chen Mang didn't care about this little episode at all. He just controlled the Star Train to return to the Level 3 iron mine and start today's mining.

have to say.

The residents had been trained so well that when they saw the tide of zombies rushing towards the train in the distance, including a zombie that was more than ten meters tall, few of them even stopped what they were doing, and there was no fear on their faces.

But while working, he looked up at the zombies in the distance, his eyes full of curiosity.

The outstanding performance of the Star Train has given these residents a high level of trust in the train.

Chen Mang glanced at the residents busy outside the train station, stretched his muscles, stood up and walked to the "Combat Training Virtual Space" nearby to try out the Resident Evil map.

Although a train conductor doesn't need a very high overall physical fitness, a higher level won't make a big difference.

He also has a dream of owning a mecha, and he wants to drive that thing around for a ride.

When the four words "Resident Evil" in front of him turned into white dots and disappeared, a familiar scene appeared. Although it was his first time entering this map, he had seen Biaozi go through it many times.

A slowly rising elevator.

The lights in the elevator flickered.

"Boom."

The next moment, a heavy object fell from the top of the elevator, and a monster's roar was heard. The elevator was then stuck between the 7th and 8th floors.

Chen Mang looked down at his palms, which felt very real, as if it was no different from reality. He kicked the elevator door hard, picked up a steel pipe beside him, inserted it into the gap to pry open the elevator door, and with a graceful turn, he landed smoothly on the seventh floor.

His training in the virtual combat training space these days has been somewhat effective.

More agile.

"Oh!"

Chen Mang found the fire axe, opened the door of the fire escape, and smashed a zombie's head with the fire axe in his hand. He suddenly smiled, wiped the sticky and smelly blood that splashed on his cheek, weighed the fire axe in his hand, and rushed in again!

It’s been a long time since I felt the pleasure of killing zombies with my own hands!
How to say.

Compared to using machine guns to kill zombies, it feels like there is more experience and it is more enjoyable to kill.

"Um"

Lao Zhu stood in the refrigerator, looking at the decaying corpses in front of him. After hesitating for a while, he looked up at Xiao Ai beside him and said, "Boss Ai, do we still need to find a forensic doctor?"

In the laboratory of the "Ground Core Nuclear Bomb" adventure map, they brought out the bodies of several human researchers who committed suicide. Mang Ye asked them to find out if there were any residents who had worked as forensic pathologists to estimate the time of death of these bodies.

But no matter whether it is the monsters that were killed by Biaozi and others in the map.

Or perhaps the bodies of these researchers.

After being taken out of the map, it began to decay rapidly until it turned into a mummy, which looked like it had been dead for at least thousands of years.

"Mr. Mang said it's not necessary."

Xiao Ai shook her head and said, "I'll ask you to continue to classify the 1900+ survivors."

"okay."

Lao Zhu nodded and strode towards carriage No. 11. He needed to record the occupations and specialties of each of the more than 1900 survivors before the end of the world into the archives. They might not be used immediately, but if certain talents were needed in the future, they could be directly mobilized from the database.

"Resident number 1998."

Inside carriage 11, Lao Zhu sat at a table with several civilian staff members, and several guards stood behind them. He looked at the burly man in front of him and said casually, "What are your specialties in pre-apocalyptic occupations?"

Behind the strong man was a long dragon-like team.

There is also a mechanical eye placed next to it. All the information collected today will be collected by the mechanical eye and recorded in President Ai's database, and can be retrieved at any time in the future.

Lao Zhu still needs to ask about the work himself.

After all, many people actually don’t know what their strengths are, and this needs guidance and discovery.

"I used to work in funerals. Funerals in our area required setting up tents, and I was in charge. I never lost every time I faced the tent."

"Double shed?"

The burly man nodded cautiously, then took a deep breath and slammed his head on the table. There was a dull thud, and the man raised his head again, with blood flowing quickly down his head.

"We have a stunt show over there. We can do things like popping beer bottles on the head, popping light bulbs on the back, piercing flesh with steel needles, and even using a centipede crane. I can do it all."

"I used to be a thug on the previous train."

"What is a crane centipede?"

"They put eight steel rings on their backs, and then put steel cables through the rings and use a crane to hang them in the air."

"."

Lao Zhu remained silent. This table looked like a solid steel table made by Mang Ye. This guy was quite a tough guy. After writing down the man's number and specialty in his notebook, he said, "Next."

"No. 1999"

The Mechanical Eye is recording.

He would also record some special talents in his notebook.

"I..." A rather handsome man walked up from the crowd and said cautiously, "Captain Pig, I was a novelist before the apocalypse. I can write almost all kinds of novels except for supernatural novels."

"What are your specialties?"

"I can write 2 words a day."

Lao Zhu silently wrote it down again: "Write the beginning of a new novel for me in the next two days."

Residents need some entertainment activities to combine work and rest. If the novels he writes are good, let this guy write novels every day in the future. After he finishes writing, he can show them to the residents, which can also be considered an entertainment activity.

You don’t have to do anything every day, just write 20,000 words.

This boy is quite handsome.

"Next one, number 2000."

A girl who was only about 1 meters tall came up and said nervously, "Before the apocalypse, I was a resident singer in a bar and I can sing."

"Sing a song."

The girl took a deep breath, cleared her throat, and then mustered up the courage to start singing.

“Clap your hands up.”

"The loli next to me is the cute type."

"Expertly dancing to dubstep."

"Another one is performing a robot dance."

"She drank the wine and shouted 'nice' loudly."

"Loosen the tie."

"Okay." After Lao Zhu called a halt, he looked at the girl in front of him in surprise: "You sing very well, your voice is very tender, and it's a home song."

"What a pity! If you were on the 2D train, you would at least be treated like a high-ranking official."

He silently wrote down the girl's number in the notebook again, and would ask Mang Ye later if he liked the song. It was already very good that she could sing a cappella without accompaniment.

And she is very cute too.

I don’t know if Mr. Mang likes this, so I’ll just write it down first.

"Next one, number 2001."

"I was a prostitute before the apocalypse. My specialty is playing the flute."

"great."

Lao Zhu rolled his eyes in annoyance and said, "That's quite blunt. Your three-day detention is waived. You can return to your post immediately. As for that person, Xiao Li, take her to the logistics team."

(End of this chapter)