Armored train in the apocalypse

Chapter 210 Good show
But Su Huan didn't care about that.

That's putting her in a difficult position.

If you're not a high-value talent, then you need to demonstrate your value.

"Weapons, I think what the train lacks most right now is high-powered weapons."

Shu Wei thought for a moment and then said firmly.

He Jie nodded almost imperceptibly, and even Qu Hang, who was standing there in a daze, glanced at the woman a couple more times.

"What's the reason?"

Su Huan put down his chopsticks, leaned back in his chair, and propped his face up with one hand. He looked somewhat tired, like a satisfied black cat.

"The report just now included a maintenance list for firearms. The most powerful ones are just a few large-caliber machine guns. We have also gained some understanding of the train's weapons in the previous battles. They are mainly old-fashioned gunpowder weapons, which are powerful enough for the zombies and mutated beasts at this stage, but they are still insufficient against large forces and deep-sea behemoths."

Seeing that Su Huan did not intend to interrupt her, Shu Wei continued, "As far as I know, there are no permanent forces stationed in the flood zone. There are a lot of pre-apocalyptic resources waiting to be mined. Ningxi Province is a major energy province with many cutting-edge electromagnetic laboratories."

Upon hearing "armory," Su Huan perked up. "Map."

The giraffe got up and helped Xiao Zhao pull out the monitor that was stuck to the wall. It switched the monitoring screen to a huge blue map, representing the area covered by floods.

"This is our current location, in the southwest of Ningxi Province. The closest city to us is Guanchong City."

Xiao Zhao tapped it, and a dark blue dot appeared at the bottom of the screen.

Shu Wei stepped forward, recalling relevant information while identifying the object.

After a moment, pointing to Xiushui City, which is slightly to the left of the center, he said, "Li Xiuhua is from Xiushui City. He used to be affiliated with the International Institute of High Energy Physics. Later, he secretly returned to China and established this electromagnetic weapons laboratory. He has profound expertise in electromagnetic launch technology, pulse power systems, and the weaponization of superconducting materials. There is a military region around the laboratory, so there should be a large number of electromagnetic weapons."

Su Huan looked at Professor Ma and the others.

Director Xu shook his head. "I know this person, but our fields are too different, so I'm not familiar with him."

Professor Ma pondered, "When Professor Li first returned to China, I attended his lectures. He participated in the development of the first prototype of the electromagnetic railgun and made a breakthrough in realizing the composite system of the Victor electromagnetic coil gun + AI trajectory correction, achieving a test accuracy of 0.05 mrad, which is equivalent to sniping level. I never expected that Professor Li was from Xiushui City..."

Seeing that the two people endorsed this information, Su Huan believed it to some extent.

Heavy weapons are indeed a major disadvantage for armed trains today.

He has now achieved his initial goals in terms of defense and survival. If he doesn't clash with major powers and simply travels north, facing natural disasters and mutated beasts, this is sufficient for the current stage.

But to unravel the mystery, a battle is inevitable.

Improving train output capacity is imperative.

"Then our next target is Xiushui City. Do you have any other suggestions?"

Having figured out the cause and effect, Su Huan made a decisive decision.

Everyone silently shook their heads; the direction of the armed train was naturally controlled by the train conductor.

Seeing that the time allotted for the discussion was about to pass, the third brother quickly winked and reminded him, "Commander, um..."

Su Huan tapped his temples helplessly. This idiot, so many people didn't mention it, but you just had to jump out.

I glanced at the pitch-black scenery outside the car window.

"It's too late, let's talk about other things tomorrow."

The crowd glanced thoughtfully at the third brother's face, which had turned a deep, liver-colored hue.

……

Storm Zone, the headquarters that DeepBlue Data publicly claims to be.

Under the pitch-black night, the storm surged forward like a giant wave, carrying not only sand and gravel but also a large amount of industrial products and metal debris, which moved with the storm and struck the concrete blocks like bullets.

Leaving behind a mountain of debris and riddled with holes, the storm continued its advance.

After passing through multiple 50-meter-high spiral wind deflectors, the storm was reduced to fine sand and gravel, which pounded against the two twin towers that resembled inverted hourglasses.

The twin towers are nested by 12 concentric steel frames and covered with self-cleaning photovoltaic glass. They can absorb sufficient solar energy from storm zones during the day to generate electricity at night. The bottom layer is hollow and filled with a dark blue coolant.

Above, a dozen or so corridors crisscross the space. Besides the regular meeting rooms and various workshops, large areas of space on both sides are left unused, furnished with green plants and coffee machines. Employees sit in twos and threes among them, their fingers flying across their laptops.

As a secretary hurried in, a startled growl suddenly came from an office on the top floor.

The Vice President of Business Development stood up in astonishment, snatched the communication device from the secretary's hand, and questioned her word by word.

"You mean, you and Black Kite's special operations team not only failed to capture the Primarch, but were also forced to dig trees out of the mountains all night?"

Heywood's embarrassed voice came from the other end, "Although there are some discrepancies... I almost drowned in the flood."

The vice president's brows furrowed deeply, his voice low and menacing, "Didn't Black Kite send out a second-tier warrior? How did it get beaten so badly? Did they send out a second-tier pig?!"

Heywood, on the other side, repeatedly looked at the intelligence sent back by Tong Zizhan and read it aloud with a forced smile.

"...According to the report from our collectors, the train conductor of the armed train was promoted to the second tier on the spot and defeated the second-tier evolved Black Kite with a single blow."

The vice president gasped, "Are you fucking telling me a story?"

"This was witnessed by both our survey team and the data collectors."

"How did the reconnaissance team get involved?"

"They were also captured at the time, and they were digging up trees with me on the mountain."

The vice president was so angry he laughed. "So, you're saying that I spent a huge amount of money and favors, but I didn't get the Primogen and the Tree of Life. I sent people to dig up the tree for them, right?"

Heywood was speechless. Clearly, the cost was borne by their branch!

But they dared not utter the slightest rebuttal.

He hesitated and asked, "Should we take action against the armed train?"

The vice president paced around the room twice, his anger subsiding considerably, and calmly said...

"Continue to monitor the armed train. The evolution of the Gene Prototype is too rapid. Do not escalate the conflict; it is not in the company's interest."

"Anyway, they've already entered the disaster area. It's uncertain whether they'll survive. Even if they do, they'll have to get past Black Kite."

Hearing the other end hang up, Haywood quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as he doesn't have to face the train conductor, it's fine.

That night, Su Huan, who was like a tyrant, left a deep impression on him; it was a wildness and madness unlike anyone else's.

Like a lone wolf in the wilderness, living each day as if it were its last.

Compared to him, Black Kite and the people from Deep Blue Data are like chicks in a greenhouse.

Moreover, the opponent's growth rate is too fast. Although the company planted spies a long time ago, it still can't figure out how many tricks the armed train has up its sleeve.

In just over two months, it rose to prominence and became a force that was feared by all sides.

A hint of awe flashed in Haywood's blue eyes.

Looking at another report in his hand regarding Tong Zizhan's application to return to the company, he murmured, "Replacing him now is too risky; we can only let them hold on for a while longer..."

……

The floodwaters, carrying debris, crashed against the heavy deck of the armored train, yet they couldn't even damage the outermost nano-repair coating; water spilled across the ironwood deck. Inside the armored train, dim lighting illuminated the corridors.

The carriage number remained unchanged, but the internal space allocation of the carriages underwent significant alterations.

The private carriage for Lu Xiao and his team was cancelled and redesigned.

The two trains had Su Huan's residence on the left as the main carriage and the other carriage on the right as the auxiliary carriage.

To avoid confusion, let's just call them Deputy 1, Deputy 2, etc.

He Jie moved there with his armed corps, but the carriage directly opposite Deputy No. 1 and Su Huan No. 1 was left empty.

Carriages 13, 14, and 15 serve as the crew's common space, primarily used for large meetings or events, functioning as a special public area.

Car number 16 was the dining car for the crew, and starting from car number 17, it became the living quarters for most of the crew members.

Liu Ming sat in the second room of carriage 18, calmly loading bullets one by one into the magazine of his pistol.

Sitting opposite him was Zhang Qiang, whose face was tense and numb. "What if they trace us back to us through the handgun...?"

Liu Ming lowered his eyelids and said in a deep voice, "No, this pistol is not registered on the train. Every part was handmade in the factory, and the bullets were obtained by exchanging them from other people. Even if you want to find out, you can't find out."

Won't they find out?

Liu Ming pointed to the flashing interference device on the wall, "There are more than just us behind this; there are too many people who are dissatisfied with the train conductor."

Zhang Qiang swallowed hard. He had met the train conductor and felt that he wasn't as bad as they said.

Moreover, the train has been restructured, and he's doing quite well now. He has plenty of food every day and a private bathroom. The fat woman who used to fight him for the toilet has stayed at the Shun'an base.

He thought these peaceful days would continue, but he never expected Liu Ming to come over tonight.

And without any warning, they were about to begin the operation they had agreed upon.

He certainly had the courage to break everything at that time.

But that was just a momentary act of courage.

He had long since lost his temper, and if Liu Ming hadn't held something on him, he would have even considered reporting the incident to the train company.

"Don't worry, everything has been arranged. You just need to follow the instructions. This gun is just a backup plan. Don't worry, it won't be triggered. Your brothers from the Fellowship are waiting for you..."

The calm voice gradually soothed Zhang Qiang's fear.

Liu Ming loaded the bullets and handed the pistol to the other person, saying, "We should go."

The two men went out the door with the interference device.

Liu Ming walked at the front, calmly using an interferometer to interfere with the cameras installed above the corridor. He pushed open the door of carriage number 15, which was decorated like a normal family living room, with a small bar and kitchen on the side, allowing small families who did not like to eat at public restaurants to prepare their own food.

There are also several separate lounges in the corner.

During breaks, the train crew likes to play a couple of rounds of cards or have a drink.

Although it was late at night, there were still a few people sitting there chatting.

Many people have only known each other for a few days, but have already become close friends who can talk about anything.

No one knows what tomorrow will bring, what battles or disasters we may encounter.

Everyone is squandering their time as much as possible.

Liu Ming never gets involved in these things; he believes that with his abilities, he will eventually make a name for himself.

But the world is changing too fast.

Many things were beyond his control.

The fact that a large number of Tongzhou Society members were left at the Shun'an base was bad enough, but what was unexpected was that a fool assigned to the manufacturing group recklessly exposed the organization's existence.

These past two days, he could sense that Tong Zizhan and the other man were looking at him differently.

Once the train unearthed the remaining members of the Fellowship, he was left speechless.

A decision must be made.

There is only one way to extricate him from this vortex.

Looking at the small room in the corner, Liu Ming's eyes darkened.

Having infiltrated Tong Zizhan's group for so long, he hadn't been idle. He already had a guess about the identity of the mysterious person who had approached them.

The two walked quietly in the shadows, trying not to be seen by the drunkards.

He went straight into the room.

There was already a person sitting in the room, wearing an unusually large mask with some brass shavings stuck in the seams, like a worker in a bullet factory.

Seeing that the two were somewhat agitated, the man muttered a curse under his breath.

"I already said the operation was canceled, canceled! What do you want from me now?!"

"Don't get excited."

Liu Ming raised his hands, staggered, and stood behind the astonished Zhang Qiang. A hysterical smile flickered in his bloodshot eyes. "Even though you don't need us anymore, I still need you..."

The man sensed something was wrong and instinctively reached for his pocket.

Just as Zhang Qiang was still in a daze of the mission being canceled, a gunshot suddenly rang out.

The man opposite them shuddered in fright, pulled out his pistol, and emptied the magazine at the two men in terror.

Then she screamed and frantically searched her body.

After thoroughly checking his body, his senses gradually returned, and he was shocked to discover that he had not been shot.

The two people opposite them were already lying in pools of blood.

Before he could even figure out what was going on, the lights inside and outside the lounge suddenly turned bright, as if a new energy had been injected into it.

"Cut! That's a wrap!"

A voice carrying a faint smile came from outside.

The man saw who was standing in the doorway, and all color drained from his face. His legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground.

His lips trembled for a long time before he managed to utter a single word.

"Train conductor..."

Su Huan stood at the door, observing the scene inside the lounge with great interest.

Behind them, He Jie, Lao San, Tong Zizhan, Gao Yuan, and others stared at everyone in the room with icy eyes, as if they were looking at dead people.

Su Huan squatted down, looked at Liu Ming whose face was covered in blood, patted his cheek and chuckled, "Isn't it time to get up and act in the next scene?"

The lounge was silent, and Liu Ming, lying on the floor, did not react for a long time.

"He's too badly injured to be cured? Tong, drag him out and feed him to the fish."

(End of this chapter)