Armored train in the apocalypse

Chapter 330 Test
With a bang, the door was kicked open.

This was the second time the door had been treated roughly today, but Xiao Hong's wandering thoughts didn't have time to mourn for the door before he was drawn to the boy who walked in.

The boy was about the same age as him, with shaved sides and only a strip of fierce and bright red hair in the middle. His dark blue denim jacket was stretched very straight by his lean body, and he looked like a lit firecracker. His slanted eyes swept over Xiao Hong and finally landed on Brother Li. He said contemptuously, "A stray dog ​​who can't even be ranked as a prostitute wants to replace Black Star?"

The sharp and violent sound was like a stun grenade landing in the room, making everyone's ears ring.

The woman upstairs was pale, and several others who had just come down quietly went back up.

These words also caused a crack in Xiao Hong's feigned calm, and something inside him boiled and churned, making him want to roar out in a fit of rage.

"Fuck you!"

Brother Li suddenly stood up, pulled out a pistol, pointed the muzzle at the red-haired boy, his eyes bloodshot, filled with the madness of a fragile self-esteem being crushed, "Say what you just said again!"

"Oh!"

Without warning, to everyone's stunned gaze, Brother Li's head exploded like a ripe watermelon.

The red-haired youth, like a firecracker lit during Chinese New Year, rushed forward in a flash, kicking the fallen corpse repeatedly while cursing its entire family.

The woman upstairs belatedly let out a scream, adding a touch of panic to the noisy environment.

The remaining four men tried to resist, but the empty room exploded again. The violent energy fluctuations sent two men flying and one man being blown to death on the spot. Only the one with the pointed mouth and monkey-like face hid under the sofa.

Xiao Hong stared intently at the irritable red-haired youth. Although he had no sensory abilities, his intuition told him that the explosion just now was the red-haired youth's ability.

The irritable red-haired youth kicked each of the fallen men, including the dead one. He meticulously arranged greetings for each of them and their close relatives. It was the first time Xiao Hong had ever seen such a variety of ways to curse someone.

Just as he was hesitating whether to go outside and call someone, the door was kicked open again.

This is the third time the door has been treated roughly today, but it will be the last.

The door flew directly to the middle of the living room, and a man with a cold face, covered in blood and smelling of gunpowder, walked in empty-handed, followed by several armed men carrying guns.

Xiao Hong's eyes flickered slightly; he hadn't expected it to be this person who had come.

Chen Shan, one of the Five Tigers of Black Star, is currently the deputy leader of the city's defense forces and the only important figure he knows.

Whether these outsiders could gain a foothold in Zhijin Station depended entirely on his word.

Unfortunately, Chen Shan didn't recognize him.

Xiao Hong only saw Chen Shan once, from afar, on the day he reported the incident.

After that, Chen Shan was busy building an iron wall around Zhinan District with Xiao Ba, so he naturally had no time to pay attention to a nobody like Xiao Hong.

Seeing the mess inside the house, Chen Shan frowned and shouted, "Bomb!"

The red-haired boy stopped, turned around, crossed his arms, and said angrily.

"Brother Shan, I'm following the rules this time."

Looking at the bright red bloodstains on the boy's face, Chen Shan felt a headache coming on. When the hell haven't you caused trouble?

"They started it."

Xiao Hong, who was standing to the side, suddenly spoke up.

Just as she was about to be reprimanded, Bomb glanced at him in surprise and felt a surge of goodwill towards this boy of similar age.

When Chen Shan saw that his subordinate had handed him the slightly deformed pistol from the explosion, he was already seven or eight parts convinced of what the bomb had said.

Although this kid has a bad temper and a foul mouth, he has one principle: he doesn't lie. Even Master Rong admires him.

Chen Shan inquired about the entire course of events from Xiao Hong.

The latter recounted the events in a clear and organized manner, and Chen Shan's handling of the situation was also very decisive: the two dead men were thrown out directly, while the three living men were hung up.

There was no appeasement or compensation, but the five men, including Brother Li, hanging at the door were more effective than any verbal promise. For the next period of time, they could drive away the endless troubles.

As for the impact on business?

Just kidding, this is proof that the place is under protection!
Perhaps their screams and groans could stimulate the guests' interest. Although it's a bit perverse, this is the end of the world after all, and nothing is impossible.

Xiao Hong glanced at the half-carved plaque on the table and thought it was unnecessary.

Seeing that the matter was resolved, the women peeked out from upstairs, their minds already racing as they began to flirt with Chen Shan.

Unfortunately, Chen Shan, who was extremely busy, didn't buy into this at all and said coldly, "Starting today, the city hall will conduct capability tests on everyone in the base city and issue identity certificates to those who complete the capability tests. From now on, anyone without an identity certificate will be regarded as an outsider."

Chen Shan rushed in and then left in a hurry.

A group of women and two teenagers were left behind, looking at each other in bewilderment.

The women went back to wash up in twos and threes, while others stood on the second floor chatting as if no one else was around, occasionally revealing large swaths of trembling, snow-white skin.

The small building has come back to life.

The chattering atmosphere was no different from any other day.

There were only a few pieces of broken furniture downstairs and some bright red bloodstains on the wall.

With his hands behind his head and arms stretched out to the sides, he pretended to be nonchalant as he peeked at the pale-skinned woman upstairs. He moved with difficulty, saying absentmindedly, "Hey, what's your name?"

"Xiao Hong".

"Little Red? What a girly name." Bomb paused for a moment, then kindly reminded me, "...My name is Bomb, you can call me Brother Bomb. If you're free, you should get tested soon."

Xiao Hong didn't correct the misunderstanding about the name, but asked with a puzzled look, "Why go so early? What's the benefit?"

"The armed train is recruiting soldiers. If you can get on board, you'll be rich."

"Oh."

Seeing Xiao Hong's calm expression, Bomb was unsettled and asked with surprise, "You don't know about the armed train?"

"know."

"Aren't you excited?"

"Um……"

Xiao Hong didn't know how to answer, "I want to join Black Star."

Bomb was even more agitated, his face filled with astonishment, "You have the opportunity to join the Armed Train but you don't want to take it? You want to join Black Star?"

"Any questions?"

Xiao Hong gleaned something from the bomb's expression and tone, but he decided to continue playing dumb and let the bomb say more.

"You kid..."

The bomb suddenly approached Xiao Hong, carefully searching his face for any suspicious expression, but he could only see an adult-like calmness on Xiao Hong's face, or perhaps numbness would be a more appropriate word.

The slanted eyes relaxed slightly, and he sighed, "Never mind, it's too stuffy in here, let's talk outside."

Seeing Xiao Hong and the bomb walk out, the woman who came out first from upstairs showed a hint of worry in her eyes, but it was quickly suppressed by other things.

Outside the empty doorway, the low murmurs of two young men could be heard.

"Who's the one in pink?"

"What pink?"

"Well..." Bomb was a little embarrassed. Although some things had changed after the apocalypse, he couldn't very well say who the woman standing upstairs was, the one who was supporting her career with her arms, wearing a pair of tight-fitting, seamless pink underwear, and exuding amazing feminine charm.
Isn't that a bit too depressing?

Seeing his conflicted expression, Xiao Hong immediately understood what he was talking about.

But his gaze remained calm. "She's my aunt."

bomb:"……"

"My aunt is such a kind person."

She has no man.

"what?"

Seeing the bomb's embarrassed and surprised expression, Xiao Hong wondered if he had misunderstood, so he could only emphasize in a different way, "She had a boyfriend a long time before the apocalypse, and she hasn't had a man since."

The bomb paused for a moment, then quickly continued forward.

Xiao Hong followed silently behind, the two maintaining an eerie understanding as they passed through the rebuilt neighborhood, past cranes and patrolling armed soldiers.

The man in front, nicknamed "Bomb," suddenly turned around, his slanted eyes filled with displeasure. "You're a really weirdo!"

Xiao Hong glanced at him and said, "What's so strange about that? She's a woman, a young and beautiful woman, who needs a man's protection to survive."

"That's your family member, why didn't you protect her?"

"I am very weak."

"I can tell, she's still acting all girly."

Bomb felt frustrated talking to Xiao Hong, so he seized the opportunity to retort sarcastically.

"If I die, she can live on as long as there is a man."

"Coward!"

Xiao Hong didn't retort. It wasn't that he lacked shame, but what he had seen in the past six months had taught him what the best way to survive was.

These words, however, lacked embellishment, making them somewhat difficult for people to accept.

More and more people were gathering in front of the train, forming a dense line. They were first searched by armed soldiers, and then gathered in the tents in Chenxi Square. Each tent had two entrances, one for entering and one for exiting, so nothing could be seen from the outside.

After Bomb went up and said something to the armed personnel on the perimeter, they were allowed to cut in line.

Seeing that Zha Zi had placed his personal belongings on the cabinet outside, Xiao Hong asked with some confusion, "Are you also going to participate in the testing?"

"No, I'm here to recruit soldiers and try to join the armed forces!"

Bomb's eyes gleamed with fierce fighting spirit.

Xiao Hong asked, puzzled, "Aren't you one of Black Star's people...?"

"Never mind that, Master Rong sent me."

"And who is Master Rong?"

"My boss's boss, the leader of Black Star!"

Seeing that the soldier with a head of red hair walked in, Xiao Hong took out a carving knife that he had casually put in as a personal item and placed it in the cabinet in front of the soldier.

The soldier's sharp gaze swept over him, but he said nothing, nodded, and let him in.

Xiao Hong's gaze lingered on the other person's pale green trench coat, thinking that it would be nice to wear such an outfit, at least he wouldn't look like a gang member.

Inside the shed, there was only a single incandescent light bulb, a table, and an exceptionally alluring woman. However, Xiao Hong, a seasoned veteran, was only slightly surprised and stood quietly in place, awaiting instructions.

The woman looked bored, the pencil twirling nimbly between her fair fingers so fast he couldn't see the traces, her tone languid and casual.

"Pen and paper are on your left. Stand up and fill out the form. Don't write anything irrelevant."

Xiao Hong picked up the paper and saw that it was similar to an identity resume, except that it had some blank fields for things like "evolution" and "skills and expertise".

Although he sometimes forgot how to write characters, Xiao Hong was not slow.

Su Leiya never raised her head or even glanced at anyone. She just listlessly drew meaningless wavy lines on a blank form.

The train's initial purpose in stopping at Zhijin was only twofold.

Gather talent and collect materials.

She didn't know if the train conductor had any other ideas, but this first matter was finally put on the agenda a month after the war.

As the flight attendant with the least human rights, Su Leiya was naturally banished by her superior, Hu Shuo.

Of course, this wasn't just some random arrangement. Su Leiya's ability was profiling, so doing this kind of talent interviewing work was a perfect fit. Besides, with 100,000 people being interviewed, someone had to be there to keep things under control.

Whether in terms of status or profession, she is the most suitable.

As Sasha's scribbling stopped, the paper was quietly handed to her. Su Leiya was satisfied that Xiao Hong hadn't wasted her already limited patience with nonsense.

Without even looking at the data, she could gather enough information from Xiao Hong's walking intervals, weight, gait, and all the effects he had on his surroundings.

Unfortunately, Xiao Hong is a "defender." If she were a "creator" of something in high demand, she would have given it a push.

I glanced at the message; she's young, so never mind.

"Turn left after exiting to get your identification document."

After waiting for three seconds and finding that Xiao Hong did not move, Su Leiya finally raised her head.

She realized that the young man in front of her wasn't so captivated by her beauty that he couldn't move, but rather he was staring intently at the right-turn passage behind her, where the words "Recruitment Test" were displayed.

Su Leiya's expression softened slightly. "You want to join the armed forces?"

Xiao Hong nodded, recalling the look of longing on the bomb's face.

That fiery firecracker probably wasn't lying.

"The Corps' assessment is very strict and carries a certain risk of death. Don't blame me for not warning you."

Su Leiya said something more when she saw his composure that was beyond his years.

"it is good."

"Take your documents and turn right. Next."

Su Leiya waved her hand.

An ordinary but opinionated young man, if he survives He Jie's training and goes through a few missions, might be able to understand her kindness today, but saying anything now is a waste of breath.

A rope was strung across the middle of the shed to separate two paths.

There was no one watching over him, and no extra fences. Xiao Hong could even reach out and touch the person next to him who was taking out his identification.

However, the faint sentiment was quickly destroyed by the bomb with a head of red hair.

Artistic words burst from his mouth like firecrackers hitting the face of the long-necked young man opposite him.

The surrounding area was filled with onlookers.

A man in a gray trench coat caught his eye. The man's hair was smooth, even smoother than the hair his aunt had cut for him, with fluffy natural curls at the edges. His relaxed demeanor made the surrounding scavengers look like refugees.

(End of this chapter)