Death Train: SSS-level talent right from the start!

The eyes of the other passengers in the carriage followed them, their gazes filled with fear, unease, and wariness.

Nineteen people survived and returned alive from carriage number five.

The remaining sixteen people were scattered throughout the carriage. Most of them were B-level and C-level talents, and they had barely survived the twenty-four hours in the Corpse Capital.

Jiang Ning stopped in front of a boy.

The boy was sitting by the window, wearing a black hooded sweatshirt. The hood of the sweatshirt was covered with black stains, and it was hard to tell whether they were bloodstains or something else.

His name is Sun Yang, a B-level combat talent. He was lucky to come back alive, but unfortunately, Jiang Ning saw him posting a weapon in the group chat.

"Sun Yang."

Jiang Ning called his name casually, as if she were calling an old friend.

Sun Yang's body visibly stiffened for a moment.

He looked up at Jiang Ning, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Take out the equipment you just posted in the group."

Jiang Ning's voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the carriage heard it.

Sun Yang's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his lips trembled slightly: "You... what are you going to do? I risked my life for that, why should I give it to you?"

"Are you sure you don't want to hand it over? My patience is running out."

Jiang Ning's voice lowered slightly.

"You want to rob someone on the train? What if I don't give it to you? You can't kill someone on a train. Do you want to be eliminated by the rules?"

Sun Yang didn't believe Jiang Ning would dare to kill him on the train.

"Don't worry, I won't hit you or kill you on the train." Jiang Ning paused, a slight smile playing on her lips. "But you can't stay on the train forever. If you don't hand over your weapon, I will kill you the moment you get off at the next stop."

Sun Yang's pupils contracted sharply, his mouth opened and closed, and his whole body trembled.

Killing someone on a train would be punished by the rules, but killing someone in a trial scenario is not prohibited by the rules. For Jiang Ning, killing him in the trial is as easy as killing a chicken.

"I...I'll give it to you."

Helpless, Sun Yang flipped his hand and a dagger appeared in his hand.

The blade is about 20 centimeters long, with a thick back, and the edge gleams coldly under the dim lights of the carriage.

He handed the dagger to Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning took the dagger, glanced at the equipment attribute panel, and tossed it to Zhu Peng: "Here, take it."

"Thank you, Brother Ning."

Zhu Peng took the dagger, weighed it in his hand, and a smile appeared on his lips.

In the eyes of others, Jiang Ning is a jinx who will stop at nothing to gain profit.

But in Zhu Peng's eyes, he was a good older brother. When the central square was being chased by hundreds of gray fog zombies, Jiang Ning not only did not abandon him, but also helped him escape the zombie horde.

Jiang Ning didn't look at him again.

He turned around and faced the sixteen people in the carriage again.

Each of these sixteen people has at least 100 points. Even if they exchange them for food and clothing, they will still have a lot of points left over, which are all resources for them.

"Listen up, everyone! Each of you exchange for a strength potion and give it to Zhu Peng."

His voice turned cold, no longer the casual tone it had before, but a command.

The carriage was silent for a moment.

Then, it exploded.

"What? One stamina potion costs 50 points!"

"Jiang Ning, what gives you the right?"

"Why should we give you our own points?"

"Don't go too far. It's one thing to steal weapons, but you're even trying to steal points."

Jiang Ning stood there, arms crossed over her chest, her expression unchanged.

He didn't answer the questions; he just waited for the voices to quiet down on their own.

The noise in the carriage lasted for about ten seconds, then gradually subsided.

It's not because those people don't want to talk anymore, it's because they've realized that saying more is useless.

Jiang Ning stood in the aisle. His height of 1.8 meters was not particularly outstanding, but the aura of "I am strong" emanating from him was like a mountain, making everyone feel suffocated.

"Anyone who refuses to hand over the goods will be killed the moment they get off the train at the next stop."

The same sentence structure, the same tone, the same threat.

No one spoke in the carriage.

All those angry, resentful, and rebellious voices were silenced by this one sentence.

Because they know that Jiang Ning keeps her word.

Sun Yang has already surrendered his weapons. If he doesn't hand over the stamina potion, Jiang Ning will kill them without hesitation after they get off at the next stop.

The silence in the carriage lasted for about ten seconds.

Then the first person moved.

A boy wearing glasses stood up from his seat, tapped the system panel a few times, and a transparent tube appeared in his hand.

The liquid in the tube was red and had a dull sheen under the light.

He walked up to Zhu Peng, handed him the strength potion without looking at Jiang Ning or anyone else, then turned and returned to his seat, sat down, and closed his eyes.

Once there's a first one, there's bound to be a second.

The third.

the fourth.

One by one, they stood up, walked up to Zhu Peng, and handed over their strength potions.

No one resisted, no one said no, because everyone knew that the price of resistance was death.

They all knew what Jiang Ning had done in the central square of Corpse City. In addition, Jiang Ning had ten A-level followers. If they wanted to ambush them, they wouldn't have anywhere to run.

Zhu Peng stood there like a landlord collecting rent, accepting one energy potion after another, his smile growing wider and wider.

Jian Lan stood next to Zhu Peng, her gaze sweeping over the people handing over the medicine, as if she were counting a flock of sheep being herded into a pen.

Fifteen people paid.

Fifteen energy potions, equivalent to 750 points.

Jiang Ning's "harvest" this time was more than the points he got from killing monsters in the Corpse Capital.

Zhu Peng put fifteen energy potions into his storage space, sat down next to Jiang Ning, and lowered his voice: "Brother Ning, how should we divide these potions?"

"Keep it with you for now, we'll talk about it during the next survival trial."

Jiang Ning leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes again.

"Okay."

Zhu Peng leaned back in his seat, picked up the dagger, and flicked it twice with his fingers.

Jian Lan sat back down next to Jiang Ning and glanced at Jiang Ning, who was resting with her eyes closed.

Aside from his irrational behavior regarding the skill book in the central square, this leader's decisions were perfectly sound at other times.

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Carriage number three.

Qin Zhaoyang leaned back in his seat, one leg curled up and the other dangling, his eyes fixed on the semi-transparent system panel in front of him, his expression changing from nonchalant to dumbfounded.

"Holy crap, this protection fee is enough for over a dozen potions! That's more than the trial rewards!"

His voice boomed in the quiet carriage, causing several people in the front row to turn around and look.

Chen Ye turned his head: "What's wrong?"

"Look at the group chat!" Qin Zhaoyang leaned the panel towards Chen Ye, poking the screen with his finger: "Jiang Ning was collecting protection money in carriage five. One stamina potion for each person who didn't pay, threatening to kill them after they got off the train. Everyone in carriage five paid! Fifteen stamina potions and a white-quality weapon! That's way more profitable than killing monsters!"

Chen Ye frowned slightly and brought up the group chat interface.

A blue light screen unfolded before my eyes, and messages poured out like a flood.