Armored train in the apocalypse

Chapter 343 Different Battlefields
When the woman appeared at the door, she immediately attracted the intense gazes of those around her.

While there might be some restraint elsewhere, here no one hides their desires.

What's more, the women dressed even more provocatively than the women doing business. The fabric on their bodies could only cover a very small part of their private parts, with large areas of smooth skin exposed. Their high curves suddenly narrowed at the waist, but they did not give a feeling of frailty; instead, they were full of resilience.

This is a body full of wild power and voluptuous beauty.

Everyone would subconsciously overlook the disproportionate battle axe on her shoulder.

"This is a new face!"

A man approached, his eyes fixed intently.

The two companions also glanced at the woman, but one of them hesitated and said, "It seems we haven't prepared enough money..."

"This guy is top-notch. Don't let his messy face fool you, look at his hips and his height, he'd be absolutely awesome to straddle!"

The man who spoke first had greed in his eyes, as if he wanted to take the woman into his mouth.

"Okay, let's put together a little something."

Hearing the man say that, the other two immediately got carried away as well.

The woman glanced at the house in front of her, and just as she lifted her foot, a man wearing patchwork leather armor stepped forward and blocked her way.

The leading man placed a handful of bullets into the woman's hand with a clatter, and as he touched her delicate hand, his desire intensified. "Is this enough?" he asked.

At first glance, there seemed to be a lot of bullets, a whole handful, with some even slipping through the gaps in her small palms.

The sound of metal hitting the ground was crisp, but it only lasted about fourteen or fifteen seconds.

The woman was somewhat surprised; she hadn't expected to be alive so quickly.

She wasn't quite sure how much it cost, so she asked with a hint of confusion, "Is it enough to buy meat?"

The low, husky voice stirred something within the three men.

The men exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming. 'This has potential!'

The other one deliberately shook the bulging ammunition pouch at his waist, pretending to be magnanimous, and said, "I can just give you some more."

The woman's eyes shifted slightly, the edges of her pupils turning red. "Who are they?"

The three men chuckled, their expressions lewd. "Just the three of us. Don't worry, we guarantee you'll be satisfied. Doing business with the three of us will be worth a whole night for you."

"it is good."

The woman turned and walked away.

The three men eagerly followed, their eyes fixed on the woman's lower back, annoyed by the obstructive black pants.

Soon, the sound of a man unbuckling his belt echoed from the slightly backlit alley, the click-clack of the metal buckle sounding like some kind of countdown.

The violent burst of energy fluctuations alerted the command post of the armed train.

The support team led by Tong Zizhan and Gao Yuan immediately set off, rushing towards Chenxi Square.

The sand and dust floated in the beam of the searchlight like countless tiny flying insects. The woman stood deep in the alley, with three shapeless corpses scattered at her feet. The blood had not yet dried, but had already been absorbed by the dry sand and turned into brown mud.

The woman sat on a corpse, counting the bullets in her hand one by one. Then, remembering something, she bent down to pull at the ammunition pouch on the corpse. Blood beads slid down the half-full contour of the body, stopping abruptly halfway as the woman stopped moving.

The ammunition pouch was opened, revealing a heavy load of pistol bullets inside.

Suddenly, a woman's beautiful humming filled the alley, like music for a traveler returning home.

"Killing is still the fastest way."

The woman strolled out of the alley carrying a battle axe, each step feeling like walking on soft sand.

Although the blood-stained appearance was slightly horrifying to passersby, they gradually lost interest when they saw the woman's relaxed state.

In the alley behind them, two men were squatting in a corner.

One of them suddenly said, "...It seems to be the one who went to headquarters; he sent a message to all the data collectors, asking them to report clues—"

Do you think someone will take over for us?

Another male voice countered with a question.

The person who spoke first fell silent.

After a while, a wisp of flame rose and smoke dissipated. "Then I didn't see it."

The other person patted him on the shoulder and scoffed, "If you didn't see it, then I certainly can't see it either."

"What should we say when the three of them arrive?"

"We're late."

"It wouldn't hurt to upgrade here, would it?"

"Isn't that seeing it?"

"..."

"Too."

"Don't do anything unnecessary. Our lives are not only in the hands of the train conductor, but also in the hands of Deep Blue Data. Do less, make fewer mistakes."

No sooner had he finished speaking than another hurried footstep came from outside the alley.

A problem came through the walkie-talkie.

"How is the situation? The two of them have already gone to provide support."

"Three lecherous men died. We didn't see the murderer, but their deaths were gruesome. It must have been a combination of Liang Kuan, a big man in close combat, and He Laogou's cruel methods."

After a while, a reply came from the walkie-talkie.

Glasses: "The command center has recorded everything verbatim. Because it involves high-level evolved beings, it has been handed over to Colonel He."

"..."

The two-story building outside still emitted warm lights, and people kept coming and going at the door.

There were men and women.

The smell of cheap incense wafted from inside, mixed with the fishy odor of sweat and some kind of fermented bodily fluids. A woman standing by the door was tying the lace garter belt on her thigh. Hearing the sound, she looked up, her gaze first falling on the still-dripping axe, then slowly climbing up to her sandy calves, the taut lines of her buttocks in her suit pants, a section of pale skin exposed at her waist, and finally her undisguised cleavage.

"Who are you?" the woman in lace stockings asked, slightly puzzled.

It's not that there aren't women looking for fun, but the one in front of me has a really intimidating aura.

The woman carrying the axe didn't answer. She tilted her head to look at the faint bulge visible under the other woman's black fishnet clothing, and suddenly reached out and poked it.

"Can you exchange money here?"

The woman in the lace stockings didn't shy away; eager customers often wanted to inspect the goods, but even though there was no desire in their eyes, the cold fingertips made her hair stand on end.

The woman carrying the axe frowned; the other party's reaction was much weaker than she had expected.

If someone like her can make money, why can't I?
Thinking of this, her brows relaxed again.

The woman in lace stockings seemed a little puzzled, crossing her arms and asking tentatively, "How do you want to exchange the money?"

After thinking for a moment, the other party resolutely and firmly replied, "Doing business makes a lot of money!"

The woman in lace stockings stared at the other woman's dirty but beautiful face, paused for a moment, and asked with a hint of surprise, "You want to be like me?"

"Correct!"

Seeing the other person's unwavering determination, the woman in lace stockings seemed to see her past self. Her earlier dissatisfaction quickly vanished, replaced by a feeling of pity.

There's really nothing offensive about it. Over time, it becomes no different from touching other parts of the body.

Her gaze softened, and she reached out to brush aside the blood-clotted bangs of the other woman's hair, asking softly, "What's your name?" The woman blinked blankly.

She smelled the cherry-scented nail polish on the other person's nails and suddenly realized that it had been a long time since anyone had called her by her name. Those people all called her by a string of numbers. What was her original name again?

The woman's eyes reddened with pain, and she couldn't help but rub her head.

Something in my memory is flashing, like sunlight reflecting off the surface of a knife.

“A mirror,” she suddenly said.

"What?"

The woman in the lace stockings paused for a moment, wondering why there was such a strange name.

"My name is Mirror. Okay, I want to know how to make money, and where my battlefield is?"

The woman in lace stockings turned down two randomly offered clients, gently leading the other woman upstairs, "Of course, in bed."

……

Armed train, carriage number 1.

As Mr. Shu stood up, Su Huan, who was sitting at the desk, smiled and said, "I hope we have a pleasant cooperation. Would you like me to see you off?"

Seeing that the other party showed no intention of even getting up, Mr. Shu could only sigh, turn around, and leave.

As soon as I stepped outside, I saw Shu Wei walking in carrying a stack of documents.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Shu Wei had become more feminine.

The latter simply nodded. "Finished talking?"

"How were you on the train?"

Mr. Shu asked with a slightly complicated expression.

Outsiders might easily mistake Mr. Shu for someone concerned about his daughter's condition.

But Shu Wei, who knew him well, knew that he was asking about her identity on the train.

There may be concern, but it will only account for a very, very small proportion.

How much can that little bit of love for one's children amount to if divided into dozens of parts?

Besides, this isn't the first time she's appeared in over twenty years. If she wanted to care, she would have done so long ago. How could she have waited until now?

"Not bad. I'm the train conductor's secretary and personal assistant now, which means I'm his bed partner. But recently I was promoted to his lover, which is a lot higher than Su Leiya's status. She can't even get into Su Huan's bed now."

Shu Wei's voice was cold, yet carried a strong sense of sarcasm.

Even with Mr. Shu's thick skin, he didn't want to talk about this kind of thing with his daughter, so he could only change the subject, "How about you come for a walk with me?"

Shu Wei shook her head and said, "There are also a lot of goods transactions before the auction starts, which may help you stabilize your position in Black Kite. I have other things to do, so I won't keep you company."

Mr. Shu could only watch his daughter's figure disappear into carriage number 1 with mixed feelings.

……

"If I had known you were so sharp-tongued, I should have let you talk to me earlier."

Su Huan said calmly.

Shu Wei smiled faintly, "It's just something I've been exposed to since childhood."

Su Huan paused, his eyes revealing an unreadable expression. "You really want to send Su Leiya to my bed?"

Shu Wei neatly placed the documents beside Su Huan and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "If you don't mind that my dad used her, I'll go and call her over. She'll be very happy."

Shu Wei spoke casually, but for her, she didn't mind putting women in the train conductor's bed at all; in fact, the more the better.

"These are the things to be dealt with tomorrow, and they are ordered according to their importance and urgency."

Su Huan glanced at the thickness of the documents. Even if his subordinates reported the minimum number of words required by him, it would still take two hours to read through all these documents, and at least four hours to process them.

A force generates all sorts of things every day. Although he still has very little patience, he is not as irritable as he was at the beginning.

"Let's leave it for now, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Su Huan's attention was already on the screen, which displayed the progress of various projects.

The construction of Zhijin, the clearing of zombies, and the progress of various laboratories will mostly be completed in two months.

Silence fell in the room.

This is the norm for the two of them: starting a conversation out of nowhere, then inexplicably ending it, followed by a long silence until the next thing happens.

But something was missing today, and Shu Wei felt an itch in her bone marrow and muscles.

What did he say to you?

Su Huan kept his eyes fixed on the screen. "He did tell me a secret."

A hint of curiosity flashed in Shu Wei's gray-blue eyes. "A secret?"

The train conductor beckoned with his finger, and the secretary obediently walked to his side.

Su Huan reached into her arms, pressing down on her pounding heart, and whispered, "He told me there was a Black Kite spy on the train."

Shu Wei's eyes remained calm, and the force of the rebound in her hand showed that she was not flustered at all.

"You're not talking about me, are you?"

Shu Wei raised her face, her delicate features like the soft glow of the rising sun reflected on a glacier, clear and dazzling, making one want to see what would happen if the ice melted.

Su Huan withdrew his hand, slightly annoyed. "He's one of Director Number 4's men."

Shu Wei straightened her clothes thoughtfully. "He's a director in charge of special intelligence personnel and external communications, which makes sense. But do they still dare to provoke the train conductor?"

Seeing that Shu Wei had tidied herself up, Su Huan casually pulled open her collar and pinched her cheek.

Shu Wei was already used to this. The action had no meaning; he simply enjoyed the feeling of disrupting order or tormenting people.

Five more days passed quickly, and more and more people gathered in Zhijin City.

The new arrivals also bring a large amount of scarce resources, leading to frequent transactions. In addition to points, the universal energy bullets introduced by the train have become a high-level currency, but the number released so far is small, and they are only used for high-value items.

Some smaller factions also bring their valuable items to the auction, and the train will take 10% of the proceeds.

Although there are transaction fees, it is still much safer than trading privately.

The number of items up for auction suddenly increased from a dozen or so to over a hundred.

After the list was leaked, everyone was even more excited for tomorrow's auction, which was on October 10th.

Beneath the surface of prosperity, darkness breeds.

Su Huan had more things to deal with every day, and some serious violent incidents had come to his attention. However, the train conductor did not make a big fuss as usual, but simply glanced at them and handed them over to Li Xinlong's city hall for handling.

He now only spends three hours a day on official business, and dedicates the rest of his time to studying and mastering his own abilities.

His main profession did not advance due to the suppression of him and "the gift of the mistress".

However, the "Inner Vision" skill of the secondary profession "Fighting Expert" has been upgraded by one level.

Not only did it not disrupt his current energy balance, it actually increased his control over energy, making him more meticulous.

During his battle with the mistress, he discovered that his fighting and energy professions did not clash; on the contrary, they complemented each other perfectly.

So when he has nothing to do, he often uses the "fighting expert's" grappling techniques to manipulate energy.

After so much time and effort, he has actually learned some new things.

(End of this chapter)