Armored train in the apocalypse

Chapter 46 The Three Brothers

Was Su Huan afraid of death?
Without a doubt, that was quite frightening.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of building an iron shell to hide inside.

But just like those genes that become restless and unstable due to constant evolution in the face of the apocalypse, madness is already an underlying characteristic etched into everyone's genes.

Caution and madness, chaos and order, intertwine in everyone.

Just as Su Huan enjoys the brief moments of tranquility amidst the clattering sounds of the kitchen in the afternoon, he also craves the thrill of speeding his motorcycle at 120km/h on the roof, with the wind rushing past his ears.

He always believed that he had preserved his humanity well.

Keep a journal, pay attention to time, love food, stay optimistic, and if there's really no one to talk to, talk to yourself...

But the moment the engine roared to life, that deep-seated, uncontrollable itch surged up.

He realized he might have gone mad long ago.

Madness struck on some endless day of acid rain, amidst a cold, desolate pile of bones.

Not necessarily, perhaps it's on some soft body.

Who knows.

"boom!"

Another butcher emerged from the street, his tall frame carrying a road sign.

Looking at the steel pipe slashing down from mid-air, even a slight touch could turn me into mincemeat.

He didn't stop his mind from wandering.

A sickly smile lingered on his lips.

"I'm in a hurry."

Feeling the wind pressure from the road sign, Su Huan twisted the accelerator to the floor with his right hand, advancing instead of retreating.

The supercharger emitted a howl even more terrifying than the roar of the corpses, and the speed surged once again.

The silver motorcycle, like a bolt of lightning, rushed directly to the front of the car in front, and using the inclined surface as a springboard, leaped high into the air.

They dodged the road sign in the butcher's hand at just the right moment.

"boom!"

The road sign hit the front of the car, and the sedan instantly dented like a cookie box.

The butcher looked down with a strange smile on his face.

Ok?
No? !
A look of human-like astonishment appeared on his obese face.

With great effort, I turned my head and saw that the silver rat had already run further and further away on the roof of the car.

The butcher roared and dragged the road sign backward as he chased after it.

If it weren't for the tight schedule...

Su Huan wanted to praise the butcher's aesthetic sense. He always thought that the road sign was the most suitable weapon for the butcher, whether in terms of length or the feel of hitting it.

However, Su Huan had no hope that the other party would choose to pursue him.

If it's an agile champion like Night Stalker or Bloodhound, you might be able to chase them down, but forget about the Butcher.

That two-meter-tall body doesn't necessarily move much faster than an eighty-year-old woman.

……

Inside the fire truck.

The three of them sat silently in the carriage, where the floor was cooler than the chairs.

They had been working for several days before finally finding a chance to climb onto the fire truck, planning to rest for a bit before driving away.

A dull sound came from the far left.

"I'm going to use the bathroom."

"I advise you not to go out. If you get bitten by a zombie, I won't open the door for you, even if you're my own brother."

"Stop talking nonsense. Why don't you tell the zombies not to bite me?"

The man snapped irritably, but didn't get out of the car immediately. Instead, he cautiously opened the window and glanced out a few times.

A buzzing sound came from afar, growing louder as it approached.

The sound entered the carriage, and the three of them were immediately startled. They scrambled to their feet and hid by the window to peek out.

A silver motorcycle sped towards them from afar. The three men looked at each other in surprise.

Second brother: "This is a living person!"

The third brother, who was holding in his pee, became a little irritable. "Nonsense, zombies can't ride bikes."

Second brother: "I thought all the living people outside were dead."

The leader pulled up the hem of his short-sleeved shirt and wiped his face, saying fiercely, "If he's just passing by, ignore him. If he's trying to steal something, take him down. Let's go get our weapons."

……

Su Huan always chose to walk in the middle of the road.

Because Night Demons are zombies that prefer to lurk in dark places.

The intense sunlight can make their eyes uncomfortable.

With his all-around perception set to maximum, Su Huan checked the direction on the roof of an SUV. Several bright red fire trucks were parked in the middle of the street, with no room to move.

Twist the accelerator, slide off the car body, and smash a dead cocoon on the roadside in the process.

Before the evolving zombie inside could react, the rear wheel slammed heavily into him, making a thud.

It was like crushing a bedbug.

Walking along the gaps between vehicles, stopping and starting, and taking down a few more mindless zombies, Su Huan finally reached the fire truck.

Su Huan casually parked his motorcycle on someone else's roof and jumped down to approach the fire truck.

There were three fire trucks stuck on the street, which corresponded to three different categories of situations.

Water tanker fire trucks, which are used for firefighting, are usually equipped with water guns and hoses, and carry a large amount of clean water.

Aerial ladder fire trucks are specifically designed for high-altitude rescue operations.

Even before the apocalypse, you can still find videos of a water cannon washing people back from jumping off buildings.

Finally, there is the rescue fire truck, equipped with a closed medical cabin, independent power supply equipment, and demolition tool kit.

These three vehicles together make an excellent survival fortress in the apocalypse.

Moreover, its level of professionalism is far superior to that of armed trains.

If it weren't for the fact that things like the Butcher could evolve, Su Huan might have even considered forming a racing team.

Just as he was about to approach the driver's seat, Su Huan paused, then resumed his smooth steps.

He muttered to himself, "The car windows weren't even closed; they must have left in a hurry."

As soon as he got close, three dark gun barrels emerged from the car window, and three remarkably similar heads were huddled behind the car door, staring coldly at him.

The one in the middle asked in a gloomy tone, "Brother, what do you do?"

Su Huan glanced at the metal carriage, immediately raised his hands, and showed embarrassment and fear on his face. "I'm just an ordinary survivor who wanted to come out to find some supplies. Please have mercy, gentlemen."

The man's expression softened considerably. "Since you're just passing by, then walk away and don't try anything with this car."

Su Huan frowned inwardly.

At first, he only wanted the gun in the car, but now he wants both the car and the gun.

How could we not be abducted and put on the bus?
Just as I was about to make up an excuse, I heard the person next to me curse, "That's all bullshit. There's a shop right across the street. If you want to find supplies, why are you squeezing into the middle of the road?"

Upon hearing this, the other two immediately realized what was happening, opened the car door, looked around, and pulled Su Huan into the car.

But they didn't notice Su Huan's relieved expression.

Inside the cramped carriage, Su Huan was being questioned by three gun barrels, but this time, it was the man with the volatile temper who was now asking the questions.

The three looked very similar; if it weren't for their different clothes, he really wouldn't have been able to tell them apart.

Are you from out of town or a local?

"They came from the south following the train."

The group exchanged glances, surprised that they had actually uncovered some information.

There are even trains in the apocalypse?!

He subconsciously lowered the muzzle of the gun in his hand.

The eldest brother hurriedly asked, "What train? Is it a government-organized rescue operation?"

(End of this chapter)