Armored train in the apocalypse

Chapter 323 A Story Nobody Cares About

Zhongyou, who was about to leave, stood there stunned.

With a complicated look in his eyes, he said, "That third-tier mistress was raised by my own hands."

"So her name is 'Matriarch'? This is the first time I've heard of this type of zombie. It's quite fitting."

Su Huan suddenly realized, his tone carrying a hint of approval.

Lord-level zombies are rare; he hadn't encountered many in his previous life, and when there were related missions, he was just a minor henchman on the periphery.

"You beat me up pretty badly last time, aren't you worried I'll betray you?"

Zhongyou stared intently into his eyes, trying to find a trace of gloom or anger within them.

Su Huan patted his shoulder generously and smiled brightly, "It's alright, the train conductor doesn't hold grudges."

Zhongyou wanted to curse, but he silently held back, remembering the power of Su Huan's snap of his fingers.

Yu Yue suppressed a laugh and turned her head away.

'I don't know where he learned so many mean words. My child can't be like him, but it's okay if he's a little bit like that—a little bit of mischief will prevent him from being bullied…'

Zhongyou took a deep breath and said seriously, "I have another question."

Su Huan said calmly, "I don't have much patience. Considering our pleasant cooperation just now, this is the last time. Speak."

"Does Cao Yong's death have anything to do with you?"

Who is Cao Yong?

“I am… an elder, the captain of the Copper Kite Special Operations Team.”

"This level is not worthy of my attention."

"He was captured by your train in the last battle; he was Tier 1..."

Su Huan suddenly realized, "You insulted me, didn't you?"

This was Tong Zizhan's primary contribution, which is why the train conductor remembered it so well. How could a dignified train conductor possibly nitpick over such a minor character?

Zhongyou was stunned; he really didn't know that.

"Then he..."

"uncertain."

Su Huan's lips curled up, and he said indifferently, "I've killed so many people, how could I remember them all? You'll have to verify that yourself. If I killed them, you're welcome to come and seek revenge. Considering our perfect deal once, I'll leave you with a whole corpse."

Zhongyou looked at the handsome, almost otherworldly man with a complicated expression.

A heart as stubborn as a stone, an evil as unyielding as iron, its ferocity is flamboyant and undisguised.

At this moment, Zhongyou felt that Su Huan had completely stepped down from the file filled with countless adjectives and become the vibrant train conductor before him.

He was the one who led the zombies to slaughter the city, and he was also the one who blocked the zombies from rescuing people.

Good and evil cannot be distinguished, and innocence cannot be clearly understood.

He's terrifyingly mad, and his tenacity is awe-inspiring; he's a true madman of steel!

Zhongyou seemed to understand why Su Huan was able to fight his way all the way from the high-temperature zone to here.

Some people curse him, hate him, some people beat him, and some people kill him, but nowadays absolutely no one dares to underestimate him.

A surge of heroic spirit welled up in his chest, and Zhongyou said solemnly, "I need some time. If it wasn't you who did it, I will join the armed train. But if it was you, even if I can't kill you, I'll have to let my short spear taste the train conductor's blood."

Without waiting for Su Huan's reply, he turned and left.

"Tsk, so confident."

Su Huan chuckled and stretched out a hand. Yu Yue moved her long legs and skillfully jumped into his arms. The two ran towards the train.

On the way, Yu Yue asked worriedly, "What if..."

"Then we're missing a water tank."

Yu Yue's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly; she thought Su Huan was attracted to the other party's strength.

Unexpectedly, it was the power bank's appreciation for the water tank.

"I heard you guys gave me a fitting nickname?"

The soft voice and the masculine presence so close to her made Yu Yue stiffen.

……

Black Kite Headquarters, Underground Laboratory.

A deep white corridor stretches into the distance, with thirty-six cylindrical culture chambers arranged on both sides. Each culture chamber is 2.2 meters high and 1.1 meters in diameter, and is made of medical-grade stainless steel and explosion-proof glass. Fine water droplets condense on the surface of the chambers and slowly slide down the metal frame.

The cabin is filled with a pale green nutrient solution, which appears translucent under the LED lighting on the ceiling.

The solution temperature is maintained at 36.5°C and is kept in slow circulation by six micro vortex pumps at the bottom. Fine bubbles are generated from microporous diffusers at the bottom of the chamber and are continuously supplied at a rate of 15 liters per minute.

Each culture chamber contains a suspended adult male body, with almost identical height and build. The body is in an upright position and is secured to the center of the chamber by nylon straps, with various catheters and electrode patches inserted into its body.

The air was filled with a faint smell of alcohol and the odor of metal ion solution.

Suddenly, the warning light in cabin number 1 lit up, and the man floating inside twitched his fingers slightly. Under his tightly closed eyelids, one could see his eyeballs moving.

Two multi-axis robotic arms quickly arrived and opened the nutrient tank according to the program.

With a "whoosh," the naked man was placed on a surgical cart, and a robotic arm pushed him deeper inside.

The man slowly opened his eyes, looking at the robotic arm in front of him with a blank expression.

"Where...is this?"

"This is the Black Kite headquarters. Can you recall anything?"

A gentle female voice came from the robotic arm.

Fragmented images suddenly flashed through my mind: terrifying monsters, hordes of zombies, graceful creatures like snakes... and a man who looked human but inexplicably sent chills down my spine, and a white light that destroyed everything.

Who was the one who emitted the electric shock?

The man couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"According to the database search, you should be referring to Su Huan, the conductor of the armed train, who is currently the only known third-tier evolver and a near-god."

"If I am close to God, then who am I?"

As the memories deepened, the man's eyes gradually became empty.

The man was quickly wheeled into the operating room, where, apart from the hum of various instruments, only mechanical prompts could be heard.

"The clone's functions are normal; surgery to begin."

"Physical modification successful, proceeding to the next step..."

"Organ modification is progressing smoothly, proceeding to the next step..."

"Head modification begins..."

"..."

"Beep beep, the clone's heart rate is too fast, please intervene immediately..."

"Surgery failed. Replace with clone number 2. Record failure data. Head modification 20%..."

The newly awakened clone number 2 was quickly wheeled into the operating room.

"Head modification failed again, progress reached 35%, replace with clone number 3..."

"Number 3 failed, 56% chance."

"Number 4 failed, 72% chance."

"Number 5 failed, 93% chance."

"Number 6 failed, 99% chance."

"Success on number 7!"

As soon as the man on the operating table opened his eyes, the robotic arm immediately turned around, holding a gun in one hand, and coldly asked, "Can you remember who you are?"

Facing the gun, the man's voice was more indifferent than a robot's, "I am Number One." "Congratulations on your rebirth!"

The robotic arm put away its weapon and uttered a gentle blessing, like a family member watching over a recovered patient, their tone filled with relief.

"A clone is ultimately not a person. The original is dead, but I will take over the research from the original."

"Replenish the number of clones and transfer the original's memories to me."

"Transmit all relevant information about Su Huan and the third rank from the database."

The reborn "Director No. 1" lay in the hospital bed with clear and bright eyes. After all, he was a different person, and his level of evolution had naturally returned to zero.

Looking at Su Huan, who destroyed a city with a snap of his fingers in the transmitted memory, Number 1's eyes revealed admiration.

'Is this the power of a third-tier weapon?'

……

Zhinan District.

An explosion comparable to an atomic bomb rang out again.

Moreover, these are all places with the highest concentration of zombies.

Exhausted, Wen Biao stood on the roof of a school building. Seeing the explosion in the distance, he became excited like a fanatic, howling to the few dozen brothers he still had behind him, "The train conductor is back! We've won!!"

Although there is no communication among scavengers, this iconic explosion is more effective than any signal.

The roars of the zombies in Zhinan District were finally suppressed, and the shouts of humans took over.

This was the result of their hard work throughout the night, so it tasted especially sweet.

When Su Huan found He Jie, the man had already turned into a bloody mess, wielding a short rubber baton as he fought among the zombies. He appeared rough and unruly, but every attack was extremely accurate, precisely breaking the zombies' cervical vertebrae or skulls.

They killed faster than the soldiers holding guns nearby.

When killing these ordinary zombies, the material of the weapon is irrelevant; the rubber baton is simply more convenient to use.

"Is Captain He working out?"

Hearing Su Huan's surprised yet mocking voice, He Jie angrily kicked the car, instantly embedding more than a dozen zombies into it, as if they had been squeezed into a ball by a giant hand, indistinguishable from one another.

Looking at the train conductor squatting above him, He Jie said indignantly, "You think I wanted to hit you with a stick? I've fired all my bullets! If you hadn't come back, I was going to run away with my men!"

"Is the lighting on?"

Su Huan's eyes widened slightly. He casually grabbed the Night Demon Claw that had stabbed out from behind him, snapped it like a panda breaking bamboo, pulled it over, slapped its restless head, broke its neck, and tossed it downstairs like a rag.

"Have you used up all the 12.7mm bullets in one compartment?"

The "carriage" in "a carriage" is not the same as the "box" in "a box".

"What do you think those two hundred things on the roof are? Fire sticks?"

"It's gone so quickly..."

Su Huan sighed. He thought that the bullets provided by Black Kite would last until they reached the north, but they were all used up in one battle.

If only we had known we wouldn't need millions less rifle ammunition, and had loaded them all with 12.7mm rounds.

But it won't last long.

Belts take up too much space and have too high a load capacity.

The vehicle also carried a considerable number of heavy machine guns, with large-caliber ammunition such as 12.7×99mm becoming standard consumable ammunition.

We need to find a way to set up a production line; making it ourselves is the only way.

Su Huan leaped down, and a circle of lightning spread evenly from him. The surrounding zombies were like flies hitting a fly swatter, flashing and crackling before instantly collapsing to the ground.

But the soldiers and scavengers mixed in were all unharmed.

"Train conductor!"

"Train conductor..."

Su Huan waved his hand, walked over to He Jie, took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, and lit it for the steaming man.

He Jie exhaled a smoke ring from his eye and said in a deep voice, "I've already lured the zombie horde away."

"I saw it, I'll clean up the rest."

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but it’s impossible to finish today. Zhijin is too big. There are at least three million zombies left. How many can we kill in one night? Including the ones you killed, we’ll only have a little over one million at most.”

Su Huan said with a headache, "If we can't finish, we'll stop work and continue tomorrow. The car is all broken and we can't leave for a while. There's a lot of work waiting for us. It might take at least two months before we can leave Zhijin."

Hearing him say that, He Jie breathed a sigh of relief.

The train conductor might make a rash decision and issue a death order, which would wipe out all the seeds that have been painstakingly cultivated.

"It's good that you're mentally prepared."

Su Huan had already circled around beforehand, and the most dangerous place was He Jie's. The moment he stood there, it signified that humanity's counterattack against Zhijin had been a great victory.

Amidst a strong, fishy stench, the two men chatted animatedly.

Occasionally, some foolish zombies would appear, but Yu Yue above them would always eliminate them beforehand.

Yu Yue, wielding the Citybreaker, was the strongest single-target attacker on the entire train besides Su Huan, easily dispatching stragglers of Tier 1 zombies.

The two of them stepped over the corpses and arrived at the place where the battle had begun.

The blood had been covered and dried by the wind and sand, but the pungent smell still made people frown.

The widest part of Zhijin South Road was stained red with thick blood. Corpses filled every corner as far as the eye could see: under cars, in alleys, in the gaps between buildings... Even the rooftop netting was covered with half-dead bodies, swaying in the wind and sand.

In the very middle of the road was a huge pit more than ten meters wide, and the buildings on both sides had also partially collapsed, with the side facing the pit completely gone.

Inside the large pit, thick blood plasma mixed with fat and various strange substances bubbled up from time to time, and one or two corpses with exposed ribs sank into it.

The terrifying path of corpses stretched all the way to Dawn Square ahead.

Piled up like a mountain of corpses.

Meanwhile, the crew had already begun cleaning up the mess, with several old men personally leading the manufacturing crew to collect materials.

When they saw Su Huan approaching, everyone's eyes lit up.

Some reacted with awe, while others reacted with undisguised fervor.

Power is something more admirable than authority, and humans have this instinct ingrained in their very bones.

A group of people came to greet them.

"The third-tier matriarch was blown to pieces; we only found a portion of her remains..."

Director Xu handed over a white fragment, which was the porcelain white mask on the mistress's face.

The fragments felt cool and smooth to the touch, like human skin, and in some ways, they were indeed the mistress's skin.

Looking at the fragments in his hand, memories that didn't belong to him surged in Su Huan's mind.

The video is intermittent, but it's not hard to understand.

It tells the story of how a young couple met, fell in love, and after their wedding, they encountered the apocalypse, became evolved beings, and were betrayed by their companions. One of them fell into Zhijin, while the other mutated into a killer in Pingqiao Village due to severe injuries.

The final shot focuses on the ring on the woman's ring finger, with gold and silver interlocked.

Perhaps it was because it was a third-tier ring, or perhaps it was because of the difference in lords, that she recognized the ring at the last moment.

She didn't want to protect Su Huan.

She was simply instinctively trying to protect her lover.

"It's fine if it's broken. Find someone to take it to Pingqiao Village and bury it next to that killer."

Su Huan threw the fragments back.

Director Xu looked surprised. "You know her?"

"Is it important?"

Ultimately, it's just a story that no one remembers.

(End of this chapter)