Armored train in the apocalypse

Chapter 52 Is this the protagonist you chose?

Seeing Yu Yue's nervous expression, Su Huan's eyes flickered. He didn't say anything, but instead wrapped his arms around her waist even tighter.

"As long as I'm on the train, no one can hurt me."

His calm voice carried unparalleled confidence.

Like a stabilizing force, it pierced through the turbulent waves, dispelling the unease in Yu Yue's heart.

Su Huan led her forward with large strides.

Before they even got close to the carriage door, the third brother's irritable voice rang out, "Bullshit! I can tell you're up to no good. The train conductor isn't back yet, why are you locking the door?!"

Su Huan's lips curled slightly as he pushed open the car door.

They saw the three brothers, armed with guns, corner a group of people, with one of them, a man with a scar on his face, taking the lead.

Upon seeing Su Huan arrive, the third brother quickly called out, "Everyone else is running forward, but this kid is leading a group of people to crawl backward. I sensed something was wrong, so I quickly followed."

Seeing that Su Huan's expression had become even more unpleasant, the scarred man quickly retorted, "I came to support the train conductor; you are the ones who are slandering me without any evidence."

Su Huan ignored him and instead turned his gaze to Yu Yue in his arms, asking softly, "Is it him?"

Yu Yue's ears twitched, and she nodded vigorously.

"If I'm not mistaken, that's the voice."

The moment he heard those words, cold sweat broke out on Scarface's forehead. He had met Gao Zhe before, so how could he not know what was going on?

This woman has actually awakened and become an evolved being!
"boom!"

A muffled thud came from behind, and the Night Demon's body hanging on the door of the penultimate carriage swayed.

Su Huan felt something and turned his head away.

The Night Demon's emaciated corpse was torn in two by a terrifying force.

The mangled body fell to either side, the thick blood stretching into threads.

A tall, headless figure stood behind the door, its shoulders split open to reveal a black human head inside. Its scarlet eyes pierced through the blood vessels and the two car doors, meeting Su Huan's gaze directly.

If he were to evolve a few more levels, perhaps he would be able to see the emotion in that human's eyes, which should be called... disappointment.

"Is this the protagonist you wanted to choose?" Su Huan's tone carried a hint of regret.

He recognized the bone sword in the other person's hand.

A first-tier zombie transformed from a defender, the Slaughterer.

These zombies, mutated from evolved beings, will soon enter the second stage.

However, the corpse armor on the other party had not yet taken shape, indicating that the mutation had failed and the body was in a stage of genetic collapse.

If losing your mind and turning into a zombie is the first death, then so be it.

So, genetic collapse means losing all possibilities.

There is no longer a Gao Zhe in this world, only an ordinary killer, no different from the butchers, night demons or ordinary zombies outside.

He has lost his reason and thought, and lost his unique mark in this world.

The Slayers began their charge, and the metal door, which could withstand the Night Demon's impact, was instantly cleaved through.

Su Huan remained calm and composed.

He withdrew his hand and pinched a switch in his pocket.

"boom!"

The last carriage suddenly exploded at the connection point, forcibly severing its connection with the rest of the train.

The derailed carriages, propelled by inertia, swept across the horde of corpses on both sides of the tracks.

The zombies in that area were quite pleased with the train conductor's gift and remained silent.

The Butcher swung his bone whip, piercing through the front carriage door and wedging it firmly against it, attempting to use his physical strength to hold back the four-thousand-ton steel dragon.

Of course, this was a courageous choice.

But like the butcher blocking the way, it's a brainless choice.

The train didn't even tremble; the killer was dragged behind it like a dead dog that had broken free of its reins.

Its body rubbed intimately against the hard sleepers and rails.

Bone fragments flew everywhere.

Looking at the pathetic massacre victims, Su Huan felt a pang of pity. A mixture of disappointment and absurdity made him want to laugh. "This is the protagonist you chose, the one who wanted to replace me?"

Although it was phrased as an inquiry, it sent a chill down the spines of the otherwise sweltering crowd.

Su Huan turned around and shoved the submachine gun in his hand into Scarface's hand. "Go, take him down."

The third brother frowned, glanced at Su Huan, and hesitated before speaking.

Scarface glanced subconsciously at the old man behind him, then at the butcher being dragged behind him, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

Su Huan has already discovered that he is a traitor.

It doesn't matter anymore that Gao Zhe has become a zombie; the important thing is that Su Huan will not let him live.

Having figured this out, Scarface's face suddenly contorted with rage. He turned his gun and aimed it at Su Huan's forehead, yelling, "Die!"

"Kakaka..."

A clicking sound rang out.

"Sorry, I forgot we're out of bullets."

Su Huan offered a completely insincere apology.

The third brother behind him twitched his lips; this guy was black from head to toe.

"puff!"

Scarface looked at his chest in disbelief; a grotesque bone spur had pierced through his chest cavity.

His body was suddenly pulled back and slammed against the car door.

The Butcher stubbornly climbed up, but he looked rather miserable, with both legs severed at the root and the bone sword in his other hand broken.

Only the bone whip remained intact.

They lay prone on the ground, crawling towards the car like crickets.

It seems that Gao Zhe is neither the protagonist nor the villain.

Reality isn't a novel; you can't change the characters.

"Remember to bring the body back."

Su Huan waved his hand listlessly and turned to walk away.

The three brothers immediately stopped holding back, unleashing their armor-piercing and high-explosive rounds on the killer in less than ten seconds.

His dark head had turned into a pile of mush.

The flash of the bullet as it left the barrel illuminated Su Huan's face in an uncertain light.

He glanced indifferently at the old man hiding at the very back. The old man was also looking at him, his eyes calm. He couldn't tell if the old man was faking it or if he was truly tired of living.

Su Huan's lips curled up. "A rabble, utterly laughable."

High-voltage electricity shot out from under my feet.

The men's eyes rolled back instantly, they collapsed to the ground, and stopped breathing.

Yu Yue jogged over, picked up the Hummingbird submachine gun that had fallen to the ground, and obediently handed it to Su Huan.

Su Huan shook his head. "You keep it."

A short while later, the three brothers behind him dragged the butcher's corpse back.

Su Huan pressed another button.

With the sound of the explosion, the last, wrecked green carriage also tumbled out.

It's not that explosions are more impressive, but rather that a moving train cannot be cut off from the train behind it by conventional means, so Su Huan had already instructed Xiao Ba to wrap these bombs in metal connecting devices.

Not only these two carriages, but all of them, except for the latest eight hydrogen-powered trains, have been found to contain bombs.

The train's speed increased.

Ordinary zombies would have a hard time climbing, and only some Night Demons roamed on the roof of the vehicle.

The group walked forward, cleaning as they went.

To prevent these ordinary carriages from being damaged too severely by zombies.

We soon arrived at the front carriage.

(End of this chapter)