My Doomsday Train.

Chapter 81 "Then why don't they seem afraid of me?"

Biaozi finished speaking.

A disheveled woman in the crowd of people in the container suddenly had a glimmer of hope in her dull eyes. She stood up tremblingly and pointed at the fat-faced man in the crowd.

"Those two guys are his thugs. They've been abusing us women since the apocalypse."

"Can you kill him?"

“You don’t know what we have been doing these days.”

"Shut up."

Biaozi looked at the disheveled woman with a somewhat impatient expression: "Now everyone, stand up and follow me out of the container immediately. If you keep talking nonsense, you will be the first to die."

The woman froze in place, the hope that had finally emerged in her eyes extinguished in the blink of an eye. After a long moment, she lowered her head and muttered, "I thought you were here to save us."

Biaozi was too lazy to say anything more, just waved his hand. Under the cold gazes of the thugs, all the survivors walked out tremblingly from the corner and walked out along the container.

Shanmaozi, who was standing by, scanned the faces of all the women one by one. Seeing that there was no familiar figure, he looked a little anxious and couldn't help but want to say something.

A rough big hand pressed down on his shoulder.

Biaozi patted Shanmaozi's shoulder without saying anything, but moved his lips slightly and shook his head.

Shanmaozi was slightly stunned, but soon understood what was going on. He could only try to calm himself down as much as possible.

soon--

The survivors, escorted by Biaozi and others at gunpoint, left the container and came to the open space. The survivors, who had not seen the sun for a long time, closed their eyes and huddled together as soon as they walked out of the open space, not knowing where they would go next.

"Gentlemen!"

The burly man with the flashlight in his hand, now kneeling on the ground with his eyes closed, shouted in a voice filled with fear, "Don't listen to that bitch! We're the only ones out searching for supplies these days."

"The canned food they ate, the blankets they slept on, and the water they drank were all obtained by us brothers at the risk of our lives."

"Several brothers were killed for this."

"Shouldn't I sleep with them for a bit? Besides, I didn't force them to do anything. They came here on their own accord for food!"

At this time, another woman said in a heartbreaking voice with tears in her voice: "If we don't let you sleep, you won't give us food. Do we really want to be slept with by you willingly?"

"Fuck your willingness!"

The man with a face full of flesh roared in frustration, "Am I really looking forward to the end of the world? Then why the hell don't you go out and find food on your own? Did I stop you?"

"If you're willing to share your food with me without asking for any conditions, that's kindness, and it's worth talking about."

"Fuck your kindness!"

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Biaozi didn't say anything, and didn't even bother to pay attention to this farce. He always held the view that there were no good people who could survive the doomsday, and the good people would have died at the first opportunity.

You're all a bunch of rotten people.

Don't compare who is worse.

He just lowered his head to light a cigarette, looked up at the dazzling sun, and waited patiently. Soon, the roar of engines slowly sounded in everyone's ears from far away.

I saw a pitch-black train covered in heavy armor, supported by dozens of mechanical legs, passing through the ruins of the city and finally slowly stopping at the open space of the container factory.

Immediately afterwards——

A young man, leaning on a cane, slowly walked down the escalator from the front of the train. With every step he took, the muzzles of the heavy machine guns, rocket launchers and other firepower accessories on the top of the carriage turned a little.

When the man reached the ground, the muzzles of heavy machine guns, rocket launchers and other accessories were already aimed at the survivors.

The scene was extremely silent for a moment.

The man and woman who were confronting and accusing each other just now opened their mouths subconsciously, opened their eyes with difficulty and looked at the scene in disbelief, their eyes full of disbelief and horror.

at this time.

Chen Mang's voice also came through the train's external speakers. "Everyone, proceed to the last slave car."

This eleven-carriage carriage was built by him temporarily, with 100 units of iron ore in each carriage, to temporarily collect these survivors.

Chen Mang stood in the open space and looked at the group of ragged survivors in front of him, his eyes full of smiles. With the "enemy search radar", finding slaves became much easier, and they could be found no matter how deep they hid.

He needed more slaves.

This way, when he finds the next mine, he will be able to achieve higher production efficiency.

No one would complain about having too many slaves, as he could afford to support as many slaves as possible.

Although they looked a little weak, they would be fine after some rest after returning to the train. There were still no elderly or children among this group of survivors. In the apocalypse, the elderly and children were scarce, especially since the apocalypse had already come for a year. It was not easy to survive until now.

Then he returned to the front of the train.

This time his goal is to search and rescue 1000 survivors.

With the combination of search radar, collective thinking, and Biaozi and his group of thugs riding off-road vehicles, searching for survivors became an extremely simple task.

Subsequently.

He returned to the front of the train. He did not intend to make any speech until all the survivors had been searched. The reason he came down was simply to admire his first batch of spoils.

The woman who had just been accusing the man of countless crimes, opened and closed her mouth slightly after seeing Chen Mang, but could not utter a word.

Do not know why.

Although the gunman had killed two people in front of them and looked very cold, she dared to cry and complain. However, the young man who had just walked down from the front of the train had a smile on his face, but she didn't dare to open her mouth at all.

For a while.

The survivors remained silent, but walked quietly towards the last carriage under the guidance of Biaozi and others, appearing quite well-behaved.

"Tsk."

Seeing this, Biaozi couldn't help but touch the back of his head and smacked his lips, "These people have really good eyesight. Why didn't they yell at me when I came down? Do I look so easy to bully?"

He took out the wheel blade fragment from his arms, looked at his bearded face in the fragment, forced a fierce expression, and then looked at Hei Hao beside him with some confusion.

"Am I not fierce?"

"It's fierce, Brother Biao."

"Then why don't they seem afraid of me?"

"Maybe they initially thought you were a good person and were here to save them."

"What about Mr. Mang?"

"Mr. Mang doesn't look like a good person."

"Isn't it similar?"

"looks like?"

"Hei Hao, let me remind you that your cluster thinking is still connected."

".Yes, I just slipped up. Mr. Mang looks very righteous, especially those four 40-barrel rocket launchers. They look very righteous."

And at this moment——

Inside the locomotive, Chen Mang looked at the survivors' hiding place in another area on the search radar. After magnifying the information of each survivor, he was slightly stunned, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

There is an old acquaintance.

Among this group of survivors, one of the women was Ji Chuchu.

Isn’t Ji Chuchu a slave on another train? How come she appears here?

(End of this chapter)