Armored train in the apocalypse

Chapter 283 You all disrespect him

As he was leaving, the goat said, "I'll ask you a few questions about evolution when I'm done with my work."

"I?"

Seeing Lin Jin looking a bit dazed, the goat shrugged. "Otherwise what? You're an evolutionary genius. I've been at level one for a long time and still haven't awakened any new skills."

Lin Jin lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "What kind of genius can't even get close to the train conductor?"

The goat stood frozen at the doorway, its expression subtle.

"You are indeed a genius, but you were just unlucky enough to encounter a monster."

Hearing the goat's footsteps disappear, Lin Jin felt a sudden relief from the pressure in his heart.

'So the train conductor is just too good...'

The dull scraping sound outside the car window startled Lin Jin awake, and he couldn't help but look up.

As the sun sets, its golden rays slowly spread across the city.

The dust-covered city blends harmoniously with the surrounding landscape, resembling a legendary golden city.

The entire city seemed to have been submerged underwater for years, and then suddenly brought out to air. Both the buildings and the abandoned vehicles on the roadside were covered with a thick layer of gray. Moreover, there were very few mutated plants outdoors, unlike in acid rain areas where they grow rampantly. So, as far as the eye could see, there was not a single blemish.

Elsewhere, mutated plants compete with cities for space, but in storm zones, they have to rely on the urban ruins left behind by humans to compete with storms for survival.

Due to its size, the train collided with an office building. The hard armor wore down the sharp edges into rounded shapes, causing the building to shake and dust to fall. One by one, zombies howled as they emerged from nearby buildings.

Since entering the flood area, I haven't seen these "old friends" for a long time.

Looking at the butcher's fat and greedy face, Lin Jin felt a strange sense of familiarity.

The butcher had just picked up the road sign when a huge, bloody hole appeared in his head.

It must have been the sniper in the car who made the move.

Having been tempered by the war with the Black Kite, the remaining recruits have also made great progress.

A first-tier zombie horde is hardly a disturbance for the current armed train; it's merely a minor incident in the combat team's daily work.

Before Lin Jin could finish his daze, the heavy sniper had already picked off the large Tier 1 zombie in the horde.

Then the marksmen would annihilate the jumpers and other agile zombies like the Night Demons.

Finally, the firepower team will sweep everything away.

Hundreds of zombies lay quietly on the ground.

The noise they made was not even as loud as the sound of armor rubbing against the office building.

As the train's view of that area finally swept across the window, the crew of the armed corps and manufacturing team had already driven off to collect materials. In an hour or two, they would catch up with the train with a pile of valuable materials.

To be honest, this is a little different from the apocalypse he initially imagined.

At first, he thought it would be like in games and movies, where he would gather supplies every day when the light was bright and the zombies were slow, and in the darkness after sunset he would not dare to turn on the lights or make any noise, wrap items that could make noise with strips of cloth, eat expired canned food and moldy biscuits, and live a life of fear and anxiety in the apocalypse...

But it seems that was only the case when the apocalypse first broke out.

At least on the train, it felt no different than before the end of the world.

Children need to study, adults need to work, scientists need to conduct research, and soldiers need to fight. Everyone has something to do; no one is idle.

Although some people will get hurt and some people will die.

But the people on the train never fell into despair.

Instead of becoming listless under the train conductor's pressure, it displayed a strange vitality.

Is this still considered the end of the world?
Lin Jin didn't know, but he liked this kind of life, a life unique to the "Doomsday of the Eastern Huang People".

……

News of the armed train breaking through the Black Kite blockade spread at an alarming rate throughout the post-apocalyptic world.

As the train traveled towards Zhijin City, almost all factions learned the general course of the war, even down to details such as the train conductor's eating habits and speech patterns.

Tong Zizhan and his companion went to great lengths to prepare this report on the water.

Deep Blue Data didn't waste a single bit; they packaged the data and sold it to other factions.

The money they earned was then poured into the cultivation of protogenes.

Originally, many forces only regarded the Gene Primarch as a breeding ground for evolution, but after seeing the overwhelming combat power displayed by Su Huan, they immediately became restless.

Although some forces do not want to study it.

But who knows what other people think?

If someone else figures it out but you don't, can you still live in harmony?
Black Kite is a bloody example.

The dignified third-ranking director was forced to his knees and have his flesh cut off, leaving his entire faction at the mercy of others.

No one in a position of authority could accept this situation.

Of course, not everyone was so terrified. The news was ultimately spread to the top. For ordinary survivors, the heroic legend of the train conductor was not as real as a can of luncheon meat.

Even a single bullet could make him sleep a little more peacefully.

But for some, this message was worth reading repeatedly, and even the most useless parts, such as the train conductor's quirks, were carefully studied by Li Wangchuan, word by word.

"It seems the armed train has no intention of turning back. What's the point of spending so much money to buy their intelligence?"

Heywood, holding his teacup, asked, puzzled.

Seeing that he didn't react, Haywood could only shrug helplessly and stand up.

Every now and then, Li Wangchuan would buy a piece of information about the armed train from him, and then fall into this crazy state, his expression more focused than when he was touching his lover.

One wall in the room was made entirely of bank safes; who knows how many valuable things Li Wangchuan had hidden inside.

Beyond the partition wall formed by the safe lies a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, amidst the continuous rain, lies what is now known as "New City," more accurately called "Chuantao." However, people in the acid rain zone are accustomed to calling it "Tao City" or simply "New City." The Steel Council, along with that zombie horde, has become a thing of the past.

This was thanks to Li Wangchuan's stubborn insistence on adding the character "Tao" to various names, which gradually led people to replicate this habit, making it an unwritten rule.

Newborns born in the new city all have the character "Tao" in their names.

Due to a shortage of manpower, the new town is not only smaller than the original plan, but also smaller than the original old site.

It has only six main buildings, and its scale is about the size of a small residential community.

It is a “city” enclosed within the city, with six main buildings as pillars and row houses as outer walls.

This is already the largest city in the acid rain zone, with a population of 20,000.

So even if Heywood wanted to chat with someone, he had nowhere to go. Although Li Wangchuan had fallen on hard times, the place he lived in could still be considered a city. The other survivors' gathering place was still at the toilet level.

A loud laugh suddenly came from inside the room.

Heywood was puzzled; he hadn't been this happy even though he had been promoted another rank because of this fight.

What is Li Wangchuan, whose entire family died, so happy about?

"They saw Su Huan as a piece of fat meat, a piece of fat meat that could be slaughtered at will. I'm sure Wang Yi was there!"

Li Wangchuan appeared behind Haywood, his eyes gleaming.

Heywood nodded. "That guy's a jinx. Now Black Kite has suffered a major setback, and everyone will take him seriously." "No, the same thing will happen again."

Haywood frowned his golden eyebrows. "Friend, people in big companies aren't stupid. I guarantee no one will mess with this jinx."

Li Wangchuan smiled enigmatically and held up the briefing in his hand.

"Yes, there is no mention of 'Su Huan' or 'train conductor' in the whole text. Instead, it uses 'dual profession' or 'genetic prototype' instead. Even those of you who know him the most are so arrogant that you are unwilling to call him 'train conductor'."

"You're overthinking it. Li is just a name. Even so, the armed train becoming stronger won't do you any good..."

Heywood explained.

"How can you defeat him if you don't respect him?"

Li Wangchuan smiled and shook his head, saying nothing more.

“Strange people from the Eastern Huang…”

Heywood muttered resentfully to himself.

……

When the major powers began to study the Primarch and this battle.

The armored train finally left the city ruins before nightfall.

It's not that you can't stay overnight in the city. For armed trains, there's nowhere you can't stay overnight: underwater, at sea, on isolated islands, in acid rain, abandoned cities... It's just that it's quieter away from the city center.

Otherwise, with waves of zombies and survivors constantly appearing, and everyone on the bus already busy with the aftermath of the battle, they all unanimously chose to avoid trouble.

At this moment, the armed train stopped on a national highway, and the white whale bones crackled and popped as the wind and sand blew against them.

Although the meeting was about to start, the real hard battle was over, and the atmosphere in the dining car was relatively relaxed. Director Xu, Professor Ma, and others, dressed in white coats, were having a small academic salon. There were some dried fruits and snacks on the table, and Xiao Zhao sat to the side, occasionally refilling tea and water for a few old guys who were glaring at each other.

Perhaps because He Jie was not there, the armed forces were much quieter today.

Huang Hai was dressed like an old farmer, sitting in the booth directly opposite the cabinet and talking to Li Han.

Besides these elderly people, there were also many new faces today.

Tan Yunxi sat next to Lin Xi. Although she wasn't as stunning as Lin Xi, she had more of a human touch. Putting them together, they were both quite good.

In addition, Ban Yunzhang, Su Leiya, Qi Zhenbang, Glasses, the cook, Lao Liu, Lin Xia and others appeared in the dining car.

These people may not be high-ranking, but they are all in key departments.

This was, after all, the train's first large-scale post-war debriefing, and at Shu Wei's suggestion, they were brought along.

Based on their familiarity with each other, the group formed small circles of two or three.

The person surrounded by the most people was not Yu Yue, nor Professor Ma and others, but the usually mild-mannered Hu Shuo.

As the head of the logistics team, Hu Shuo has almost temporarily taken over all the responsibilities of the chief flight attendant.

Previously, it even included some of the work of the train conductor's secretary.

Most of the new staff members who joined today were senior flight attendants under his command.

Despite the large number of people, Hu Shuo handled the situation in an orderly manner. He first greeted the other senior executives and then tried his best to take care of every flight attendant present so that no one felt neglected.

Hu Shuo spotted a middle-aged man in a suit in the corner. His gray-blue shirt and trousers made him stand out from the others. The suit looked borrowed, too tight, which made the already somewhat reserved man appear even more restrained.

"Old Liu, how's the workload lately?"

Faced with Hu Shuo's question, Lao Liu was somewhat flattered and quickly stood up, wanting to shake hands, but felt that it was a bit too intimate.

Hu patted his forearm, indicating that he didn't need to be nervous.

Old Liu laughed and said, "It's pretty good, actually much easier than before."

Hu said, feigning anger, "You old Liu, you think the task I designed for you is too hard?"

"No no……"

After exchanging a few jokes, the two casually asked, "How are your two apprentices doing?"

Old Liu chuckled, "She's pregnant!"

Hu Shuo's smile froze, and he was caught off guard by Hu Shuo's words.

Since the train conductor had arranged for him to have these two apprentices, he casually inquired about their situation so that he would have something to say if Su Huan asked. However, he did not expect that Old Liu would give him such a surprise.

Huang Hai's assistant, Xiao Wang, leaned over and asked with a grin.

"Both are pregnant?"

Old Liu glared at him, "Go to hell! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you up."

Hu Shuo shook his head with a wry smile, "You, you, how many months pregnant are you?"

"Only a month."

"Buy more food and make sure the pregnant woman gets enough nutrition. Let me know if she needs more."

He casually offered a few words of advice.

Turning to look at Lin Xia, whose face was crestfallen, he was about to speak when he felt the atmosphere suddenly fall silent.

A sense of impending danger, like being pricked by needles, came from ahead. Without even looking up, Hu Shuo knew it was the train conductor.

Since the last battle, the biomagnetic field neutralization device has been ineffective. Fortunately, everyone on the train is an evolved being, so there won't be any situation where the train conductor scares them to death.

But those high-ranking officials who frequently have to meet with the train conductor don't have it too easy either.

The train conductor, always dressed in the same black shirt, stepped out, squinted at everyone, and then sat down on his orange cat sofa. The sofa, which was originally a little low, became the tallest "throne" in the entire carriage the moment he sat down.

All eyes were on the twenty-three-year-old.

Where is He Jie?

The chubby rabbit in the crowd pursed his lips, as if suppressing a laugh, "The bow has come undone."

Su Huan was taken aback. "What bow?"

Everyone looked over curiously, so Fat Rabbit could only start by explaining the basics of surgery, such as the different knots used to suture wounds and why bows couldn't be used.

The third brother was a little puzzled. "We already have quite a few talented people on the bus, why not send a few more to learn, so that Lin Xia and the others won't be scrambling around?"

Most of the senior talents, including Director Xu, shook their heads slightly.

The goat chuckled, clutching its belly. "Learn what? Learn how to tie a bow from Lin Xia?"

Everyone burst into laughter, while Lin Xia's face grew even more bitter.

The third brother was still completely bewildered. "Look at my eldest brother. He didn't know anything before, but he was able to make guns through self-study. What's wrong with learning how to treat illnesses? Besides, there are professionals like Fat Rabbit, aren't there?"

Fat Rabbit waved his hands repeatedly, "I can hardly be considered a professional. My skills are enough to deal with external injuries, after all, it's enough to ensure survival on the battlefield. Professional surgery requires a lot of theoretical support, which is quite different from making guns."

The third child asked, "Isn't Lin Xia a doctor?"

Lin Xia looked embarrassed. "I studied surgery... but that wasn't my specialization at the time, so I didn't listen very carefully."

Su Huan wasn't surprised at all.

Medical care on the vehicle has always been a weak point, not because he didn't want to improve it, but mainly because there was a lack of professional personnel.

(End of this chapter)