Armored train in the apocalypse

Chapter 3: Kicked by God

Su Huan quietly retreated, ignoring them, and knocked on the door of Yu Jing and her daughter's room.

Yu Jing stood at the door, glanced at the noisy sixth carriage, and asked softly, "Do you want me to go with you?"

Su Huan was not tall, just over 1.8 meters, and looked down at Yu Jing, who was 1.67 meters tall.

He parted his lips slightly, "Come on."

Su Huan turned and walked towards the carriage in front.

Yu Jing quickly followed.

The number of deluxe sleeper compartments is the same as that of regular sleeper compartments, eight in total.

The difference is that each deluxe sleeper berth has one double bed and only one person stays there, while a regular sleeper berth has four beds.

Su Huan pushed open the door, stepped over an oil tank, and found a few awkward spots to stand in the gaps between a pile of metal parts before finally managing to sit down on his bed.

Looking down from the bed, the floor was covered with all sorts of metal parts, and wrenches of varying lengths were stuck in an iron bucket cut from an oil tank.

The carpet underfoot was also soaked with oil.

There were also signs of violent cutting along the edges of the rooms on both sides, indicating that the two private rooms had been connected.

Su Huan looked up and saw Yu Jing standing there in a daze. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Yu Shuo seems very surprised?"

Yu Jing's calm expression changed slightly, and a glint appeared in her eyes.

"Where did you get this?"

Su Huan said coldly, "Whether you and your mother can stay depends on whether you can restore this motorcycle to its original condition tonight."

Yu Jing picked up the wheel under her feet, ignoring the oil stains on it that had dirtied her short-sleeved shirt. "Kawasaki Ninja H2, this isn't a motorcycle, you can call it a land-based aircraft."

"1.4 revolutions per minute, do you know what that means?"

Yu Jing suddenly turned her head and stared at him, asking a question.

Su Huan was taken aback by her words, then asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

He had ridden many motorcycles in his past life, but they were all common models. He only rode this one back because it looked exceptionally good.

I really don't know the brand or the specifications.

Unexpectedly, Yu Jing recognized him at a glance.

"When you twist the accelerator to the floor, it feels like you've been kicked by God."

Su Huan frowned. "Just tell me if it can be restored."

"no problem!"

Yu Jing immediately agreed and then went to the oil drum to find a suitable tool. She seemed even more eager than Su Huan.

Su Huan didn't speak, but took out his log and began to observe Yu Jing.

The art style was normal at first.

Where is the rear suspension?

"Behind the board to your left front."

Where are the piston calipers?

"It should be... probably around where you are."

"No."

"Why don't you look again?"

Half an hour later, the style of the painting gradually changed.

"I'm speechless. They actually disassembled this car so violently that they scratched the paint."

"Bastard!"

"What a bastard!"

Su Huan, who was helping out, watched with a mixture of emotions as Yu Jing gritted her teeth and muttered curses while fixing the car.

If it weren't for her really good skills and the incredibly alluring figure outlined by her jeans, Su Huan behind her would have already strangled her to death.

"Get me a wrench."

"this?"

"No, it's another one."

"this……?"

"No, it's the one I just used!"

"Forget it, I'll do it myself!"

Su Huan glanced at the four or five wrenches Yu Jing had just touched, and his lips twitched. He wondered if this woman was genuine or just pretending.

The high-caliber research talent vibe I had before picking up the wrench vanished, replaced by a more fiery and assertive mechanic from a wasteland repair shop in my past life.

Her little mouth kept chattering away, never stopping.

But the results were also remarkable; about 30-40% of the parts he had dismantled on the ground were restored.

This isn't just finding a treasure, it's like digging up a mine!

Taking advantage of the fact that Yu Jing hadn't summoned him, Su Huan took out his notebook and checked the "maintenance personnel" section on the Armed Train Project page.

I'll find Master Ba again after some time.

The first phase of the armed train project can now officially commence!
……

"December 17th, early winter, temperature 24°C—"

The temperature has risen another degree, and it seems like there's still a long way to go before the deadline, but this is just because the temperature is rising slowly in the early stages.

Last night, Su Huan kept an eye on Yu Jing for several hours and, after discovering that she was indeed very capable, went to sleep next door.

Of course, not wanting to be gossiped about to someone's face was also a major factor.

……

Clang—Clang—

The train glided slowly out of the tunnel and then stopped in a suburb of Wen'an City.

Looking out, all you see are verdant mountains, with various industrialized modern buildings interspersed in the valleys. The train stretches across the railway like a green iron python basking in the sun.

Apart from the noisy zombies being transported on the train, everything was wonderful.

The carriage door opened, and Su Huan stood at the doorway carrying a long wrench, looking around.

He casually knocked twice on the metal door.

The piercing clanging sound spread.

The zombies on the train car screamed even louder, but after waiting for a long time, only one half-dead crawled out from under the train.

His white shirt was worn to shreds, covered in blood, flesh, and dirt, and half of his face was missing.

"You don't seem like a local either."

Su Huan jumped down and smashed a wrench down on the back of his head.

With a bang, the zombie fell silent.

"Ding!"

"One more kill for today!"

Su Huan said with a strange laugh, mimicking a mechanical voice.

He doesn't have a system, and killing zombies hasn't yielded any results yet, but life is about finding some fun.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to endure four years.

Liang Kuan calmly followed behind, holding a fire axe in his hand.

They were clearly already used to Su Huan's neuroticism.

The two walked to the back of the carriage, carefully staying away from under the vehicle. Seeing that nothing ghostly was crawling out, Liang Kuan stepped forward and opened the door.

Because it is an old-fashioned sightseeing train, the doors do not have electronic interlocks or speed-sensing locks, but retain mechanical structures.

It mainly relies on manual operation.

Liang Kuan pulled open the car door, revealing a group of haggard and tense faces inside. The moment they saw Su Huan, their expressions turned to fear and disgust.

"Work has started, work has started, everyone come out."

Su Huan maintained the basic professionalism of providing smiling service.

Seeing that there was no danger, the crowd gradually came out and gathered in the open space.

Ignoring the resentful and fearful looks in their eyes, Su Huan clapped his hands twice and said familiarly, "Same as always, bring back three portions of food and water, and one dose of medicine, and you can board the train. Today's special ticket is for tools. Whether it's an electric drill or a chainsaw, anything that can be used to repair machinery can be used to offset one ticket."

Many people's faces changed.

But they didn't dare say they wouldn't go, so they could only stand in the crowd and mutter to themselves.

"Previously, we only needed three servings of food and water. Why is there an extra serving of medicine today?"

"We're not even enough to hide from zombies...where are we going to find so much food?"

The young man in the hoodie glanced at Su Huan, then silently left the group and began to explore.

(End of this chapter)