Armored train in the apocalypse

Chapter 49 Who is the train conductor?
Although this face was much cleaner than in his previous life, Su Huan could still recognize the scoundrel, the motorcycle guy, at a glance.

The beat-up car he modified required twelve major repairs and thirty-six minor repairs a month.

He trims his nails more often than he trims his fingernails.

Because of this beat-up car, the two of them spent a year dealing with each other and eventually became close friends.

But Su Huan still confirmed it again, "What's your name?"

"Huang Hai, you can just call me Lao Huang," the bespectacled man quickly replied.

Su Huan couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips into a smirk, opened the back door, and said in a harsh tone, "Get in!"

But the two of them showed no resentment towards his tone, their faces filled with the purest gratitude.

The third brother, standing to the side, looked somewhat bewildered. "Are these two your friends?"

"do not know."

The third brother stepped on the clutch and shifted gears, his face even more puzzled. "Then why did you let them up here without any explanation?"

Su Huan coaxed, "They have six or seven people, and we only have four. Doesn't that make us look weak?"

"We have guns."

"Well, we need to get some sleep too. How can four people keep an eye on hundreds of people behind us? We rescued these two, and since they're not familiar with the people on the train, they'll definitely be friendly with us. They might even help us if something happens, right?"

Su Huan said "we" four times in one breath.

The third brother listened more and more clearly, and exclaimed, "Cultivating confidants and controlling more people, your idea is brilliant! The eldest brother always says I have a lot of bad ideas, but I think you're the one with a belly full of wicked schemes!"

Su Huan's eyes twitched, and he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. After a long while, he finally uttered, "I'll take that as a compliment."

'That idiot...'

……

The second half of the journey was relatively uneventful. Although there were some reckless zombies, the high-explosive incendiary bombs treated every flesh and blood monster equally.

Su Huan also took the time to bring up a bloodhound.

Cats and dogs are the most common large animals in cities. Although there are more birds and insects, the number of mutations is very small. He guessed that this was because their size prevented them from absorbing too much general energy.

Although energy and physical body are not equal, a stronger physical body is needed to carry more energy.

By the time the fire truck returned to the train, the sun had already set.

The three blood-stained fire trucks quickly attracted everyone's attention, especially the one at the front with a road sign embedded in it.

The engines vibrated slightly, and the three vehicles drove into the gap in the fence one after another.

Fearing that it would cause unnecessary trouble, Su Huan jumped down in advance.

The three brothers and Huang Hai followed closely behind.

The third brother cautiously looked around, and when he saw the train, he trusted Su Huan beside him even more.

The leader exclaimed in surprise, "There are quite a lot of people here."

When the returning passengers saw that the leader was Su Huan, they immediately scrambled to the sides, and those walking in front repeatedly turned around to avoid the road.

The second brother carefully nudged the third brother with his elbow and whispered, "Why do these people seem so afraid of the fourth brother?"

The third brother rolled his eyes at him and said irritably, "Stop talking nonsense. Look at what you're holding. Do you think they're not afraid?"

Su Huan, who was walking in front, smiled without saying a word.

Soon, they saw Yu Jing directing workers to move steel plates in the high temperature. Before she could speak, Su Huan said, "The train conductor is back."

He greeted her in a flat tone.

Yu Jing looked at the smiling Su Huan and felt a little strange. Not knowing how to answer, she simply gave a noncommittal "hmm".

The greeting sounded like a statement to Yu Jing, but it became a question to the three brothers.

So they obtained the information.

The train conductor is inside!
Watching Su Huan casually lead them into the train.

The third brother was also a little nervous. He quietly tugged at Su Huan's arm and said anxiously, "Fourth brother, are we just going to go in like this?"

Su Huan rubbed his chin. "Well, what else?" "Don't we need to make a plan or something?"

"for example?"

"Let's split up. Once inside, we'll take control of the train conductor, then some of us will incite the exploited passengers, and then we'll force the conductor and his cronies out..."

Su Huan asked curiously, "Why do you do that?"

"Occupy the moral high ground! You're young and don't understand. If we just kill that train conductor, wouldn't we become the new bandits?"

"But if we drag him out and publicly rebuke that bastard in front of everyone, you can lead the charge in severely criticizing him. On the one hand, it will help you get revenge, and on the other hand, it will win the support of the masses. Don't you think that makes sense?"

The third brother clapped his hands and said with great enthusiasm.

Su Huan's lips twitched, his face showing a strange, forced expression. "Actually, it doesn't have to be that complicated. Just come with me."

Seeing Su Huan go up, the others had no choice but to follow.

Qi Xiaoba, who was assembling steel plates, tugged at his slightly tight collar and said softly, "Sister Yu Jing, something's wrong with those people. I'll go check them out."

Yu Jing nodded.

Xiao Ba's wheelchair floated up and went directly onto the train carriage.

……

inside the carriage.

Looking at Su Huan, who was completely relaxed, the brothers admired him. He was indeed a man destined for great things, remaining calm and composed even at a time like this.

As the group passed by the sightseeing carriage, they heard the hiss of a chainsaw cutting through bones.

The group turned pale when they saw the workshop before them, which resembled a slaughterhouse.

"vomit…"

With lightning speed, Su Huan grabbed the motorcyclist's tie and pulled it up sharply, instantly shoving his filth back down.

He didn't want this guy to dirty his car.

Su Huan smiled and explained to the group, "Don't worry, she's just a pitiful person who was coerced."

The third brother and his companions glanced at Wan Xing's pretty face, then at the bits of meat on her gloves and the butcher's disemboweled body on the table, and nervously swallowed.

Wan Xing glanced at the group with some curiosity, nodded to Su Huan, and then silently went about her own business.

After walking a few steps, the eldest brother angrily cursed, "How could the train conductor make a girl do such a thing? He's really despicable. If I ever see him, I'll shove the barrel of my gun down his ass and give him a good blast."

Su Huan's smile froze for a moment.

He continued leading the group forward into the dining car.

All that could be seen were several tables stacked together and a sofa covered with a striking orange cat blanket.

The cabinet next to it was filled with canned yellow peaches, the honey-colored halo reflected from the glass bottles mingling with the steam rising from the clay pot.

Their gazes swept over Yu Yue, who was wearing an apron, and they all recalled Su Huan's description.

Indeed, so well-behaved...

The third brother quickly dismissed the strange thought and shouted, "Where's the train conductor? Who's the train conductor?!"

Heavy footsteps sounded from the front of the vehicle, and a burly, imposing figure walked over carrying a blood-stained shield, frowning as he sized up the group.

The third brother and the others quickly raised their guns.

The sound of an electric wheelchair came from behind, and the boy's clear black and white eyes held a hint of malice.

They sandwiched the group inside the food cart, one in front and one behind.

Su Huan walked to the front as if he didn't notice the tense atmosphere.

He slumped on the sofa without any regard for his image, letting the setting sun outside the window bathe his face in orange-red light, just like a lazy orange cat on a blanket.

Taking the chilled drink from Yu Yue, he propped his chin on his hand, squinted, and repeated Lao San's question in a low voice, "Yeah, who's the train conductor?"

(End of this chapter)