Armed Train in the Apocalypse-Chapter 202 - 168: Treehouse Black Market

Su Huan smiled and said, "Why not be honest, is the train conductor the type to say one thing to your face and another behind your back?"

Yu Yue paused noticeably on the other end.

The sound revealed a deep inhalation, as if summoning great resolve.

"I'm done with you."

...

The 13th, 14th, and 15th carriages became quite crowded with the influx of Steel Council survivors.

Fortunately, during the reorganization of the carriages, this was considered, and some families were moved to two newly added carriages at the end, right next to Director Xu's four scientific research carriages.

The first three carriages just about managed to house the train crew.

"15"

"14"

"13"

At that moment, He Jie walked down the corridor with his hands behind his back, mouth counting down some vague numbers. Lao San and Lao Er stood sternly behind him, each holding a rubber short stick besides their gear.

The battle group personnel hurriedly ran out from the rooms.

Nobody wanted to taste Captain He's disciplinary stick.

Luckily, all were well-trained soldiers, and being in a new environment for just a short time, they were on edge. As the countdown ended, they all stood in the corridor, with no one left behind.

The corridor was extremely narrow, cramped even for one soldier to stand.

But He Jie seemed oblivious, squeezing in with his arms pushed sideways.

The soldier at the forefront was caught off guard and couldn't withstand the intentional charge from a Tier One defender, causing the two soldiers supporting him from behind to topple over.

A sense of foreboding struck them.

Looking up, they saw the whites below He Jie's eyes and his sinister smile.

"Thud, thud, thud!"

The sticks created shadows as they swung instantly, and Lao San, standing behind, cursed inwardly. He finally saw it.

He Jie, the bastard, swung the stick nine times in one second!

Each of them received three even hits; no wonder he felt sore all over even after just one hit!

And at that time, it was just an ordinary rubber stick.

Since being disciplined by Su Huan a few times, He Jie had developed a liking for the shock of electric batons, replacing the rubber short stick with an electric one.

The three brothers had been quite busy for a while, and He Jie hadn't found anyone to test his skills until today, when he finally found the opportunity.

The three soldiers on the ground opened their mouths wide in pain, like catfish on land.

Unable to even cry out, they couldn't catch a breath.

The other soldiers instantly felt as if they faced a formidable enemy.

Feet apart, bodies tense.

Seeing everyone's reaction, He Jie grinned with satisfaction, "Maintain this tense state of yours. This is the battle group's first mission, and although you're under Lao Er's command, Lao Er is a soldier I trained. If you embarrass him, you're embarrassing me, and if I'm embarrassed, I'll shove all your heads up your..."

"Did you hear me?!"

"Yes!!"

All were veterans and naturally wouldn't give He Jie a chance to strike a second time. Each shouted at the top of their lungs.

The three soldiers in front also stood up and stood squarely in the team.

He Jie nodded in satisfaction, waving his hand, "Line up for weapons. There are a total of twenty Iron Guard-5 assault rifles, twenty Iron Falcon-2 submachine guns, each with a main weapon ammunition magazine. One sidearm magazine is enough. As for the 12.7mm rounds for the heavy machine gun, take as much as you can, and if you can't carry them in your hands, hold them in your mouth! Don't leave a single one behind!"

"Understand?!"

"Yes!!"

The soldiers had already put on their bulletproof vests and tactical vests, so they just needed to collect their weapons and ammunition from the armory.

Two men stood on either side of the armory, passing them back in quick succession.

The train hadn't even stopped, and forty people were already fully equipped and ready.

He Jie, with a cigarette in his mouth, patted his pocket but couldn't find a lighter, so he simply plucked out a handgun bullet, flicked it with his finger to pop the bullet head, and lit a cigarette delightfully using the gunpowder smell.

Turning his head, he saw the damn Qu Hang leaning against the wall with a sniper rifle in hand, surrounded by Mountain Goat and a few elite soldiers.

Currently, Su Huan hadn't assigned teams to the core members, and without orders, they were free to act. However, everyone instinctively gathered together.

Just as he was about to go over and stir trouble, the conductor's voice came over the broadcast.

"Lao San, take two people to protect the negotiation personnel. Qu Hang, Mountain Goat, form a group and find sniper positions freely. He Jie, Lao Er, organize the battle group to set up fire points and ensure the train's effective output."

With a fierce glare at Qu Hang, He Jie began directing the soldiers to set up defenses.

The group dispersed.

...

A rumbling vibration sounded, and piercingly bright lights stabbed over like swords. Wang Fei squinted open his eyes, and in the light, a sinisterly armed train roared toward him, terrifying him so much his scalp tingled and his body hair stood on end. He desperately wanted to run away.

But the road beneath him had somehow turned into a grid of iron tracks, causing him to trip and fall.

He frantically crawled and scrambled forward.

Yet the train behind him came faster and faster, accompanied by the sharp sound of the train whistle, and with a "boom," crushed down on him.

"Ah——"

Wang Fei awoke with a jolt, flipping upright to run.

Instead, his hand groped at nothing, startling him as he found himself leaping onto the control panel.

Coming to his senses, he saw the room made from a converted abandoned bus and the somewhat sizzling sunlight outside, finally realizing he was no longer in the heavy industrial district of the Steel Council.

That day's events were indeed a rollercoaster.

In the morning, after being rewarded for discovering the armed train, he was transferred from the new city's frontline back to the industrial district's headquarters.

However, since the transfer still needed some time to confirm, he hadn't entered the premises.

Temporarily, he stayed at the survivor camp outside.

As he fantasized about entering the Steel Council, he wondered how Zhang Min would react.

Then he witnessed a nightmarish scene, where the relentlessly haunting armed train, accompanied by thousands of zombie Evolution Beasts, roared and flattened the survivor camp in an instant.

Luckily, he started running reflexively the moment he heard the whistle.

Lacking the protection of walls ended up being his escape aid.

With the habit of abandoning teammates, honed in the Mojiang Mutual Aid Convoy, he finally escaped the zombie tide by charging through it like a desperate wolf.

Thinking the train headed north, he had the clever idea of escaping east.

Gathering survivors along the way, he arrived almost directly at Shun'an.

Finding survivors here, he decided to take a rest and recuperate.

Hearing the commotion, the subordinates outside rushed in, surprised to see the empty bed and Wang Fei sprawled across the control panel.

"Brother Fei?"

"Damn, woke up from a nightmare." Wang Fei showed no embarrassment as he jumped down from the control panel, "Have you figured out the local situation?"

The subordinate immediately replied, "There are no big companies here in Shun'an, and few outsiders. Most people are local, probably divided into four groups. One is from the train manufacturing base; I've heard they're a few intellectuals. Another two are fractions of factory workers split into two factions, one following the original leader, the other working independently, and lastly, a group of outsiders like us."

"And the locals?" Wang Fei asked with a frown.

"The locals are scattered here and there, like the hundred or so in Gantry Crane, not very organized. I've heard it's the outsider group that's the toughest, armed too."

"Tough?" Wang Fei smirked dismissively, "Tougher than the train?"

"Not really. These hillbillies, trapped in this small place since the apocalypse, haven't seen such a mighty force overpowering the local bullies."

The subordinate showed a lingering fear expression.

Wang Fei showed a self-satisfied expression, "I figured it out. If we can't fight, can't we at least hide? As long as we steer clear of their armed train, Qingchuan Province is big enough for us to mess around in. We have guns and people."

The subordinate flattered, "You are right, Brother Fei. Back then, amidst all that chaos, you still thought of this. We were like headless chickens."

"Enough with the flattery, arrange a meal with Ma Baozi for me later."

"I'll—"

The subordinate's ears twitched, and the voice stopped abruptly.

An expression of doubt appeared on his face as he tentatively asked, "Brother Fei, did you hear...?"

"What?"

"A whistle?"