Armed Train in the Apocalypse-Chapter 407 - 268: Who Is the Roast Suckling Pig?

"Are they insane?"

Cao Yong muttered to himself.

"Boom——"

The thunderous sound of breaking through the pass echoed inside the theater.

In the small private room, Mr. Shu, who was frowning, suddenly stood up, seizing the opportunity to escape from his chattering ex-wife, and quickly walked out.

"What’s happening?"

A four-armed man standing by the window peered outside, his face twisted and inhuman, eyebrows raised, and hair bristled. He chuckled darkly as if a demon from hell, "The armed train blasted through Yanbei Pass."

Mr. Shu looked pensive, "What do they mean, are they declaring war?"

"Not likely, it’s just to give us a scare, to raise their status a bit."

The hoarse, deep voice carried a kind of overbearing confidence.

Mr. Shu’s expression relaxed, and he shook his head wordlessly, "Why do young people today have so many little schemes."

"Without some fanfare, how would you trick someone’s daughter into your hands?"

A sharp, mocking voice came from inside the room.

Mr. Shu’s face immediately fell, he sighed, visibly weary.

Outside the window, the steel dragon bore down like a floodwater over Yanbei Pass’s shattered ruins and crawled straight up the hillside.

"Since the guests have arrived, we should head down. When we talk things over later, don’t speak carelessly."

Mr. Shu turned and warned his ex-wife.

She just gave a cold laugh; scorn was evident in both her smile and eyes.

...

The armed train’s engine pushed up the hill behind Yanbei Pass, like a dragon raising its head.

Su Huan stepped out from the engine, glanced at the brightly lit theater above, and at the distant abandoned city that had lost power, with a slight sense of wonder, "Not even a single person to greet us, your dad really doesn’t bother with decorum."

Shu Wei, crawling out from behind, paused, discreetly glanced back at the collapsed Yanbei Pass, and held his tongue.

Su Huan grinned, "The grandeur is made by oneself."

Excess steel reserves from the train suddenly floated into the air, and with a metallic roar, an invisible hand sculpted them into stairs, each precisely landing at the train leader’s feet.

Fireballs spontaneously ignited on both sides, their cores blazing white hot.

The long stairs crossed the highway, pressed over buildings, like stairs to the gods, reaching straight to the highest theater.

The four of them leisurely walked upwards.

Beneath Yanbei Pass’s ruins, Cao Yong suddenly emerged from the water, took a few deep breaths, then dove back, soon dragging his team members ashore, cursing at the magnificent stairs before them.

A subordinate coughed up some water and asked, "Captain, should we strike back?"

Cao Yong shook his head grimly, signaling for silence.

The subordinate immediately caught on, changed the subject, and joined the captain in cursing a couple of times.

Su Huan’s side had already reached the theater’s front platform.

Due to the recent commotion, each of these special agents watched alertly.

Su Huan teased, "Even your daughter’s effect isn’t working, huh?"

Shu Wei’s voice was icy, "Perhaps some of them know I am HT-426, but nobody knows I’m Shu Wei, and even if they do, they wouldn’t care. Their duty is to complete their mission."

"I see." Su Huan chuckled, tilting his head, "Host, lead the way."

When stepping onto the square before the theater, seeing the people with iris flowers pinned on their collars, Shu Wei’s entire demeanor transformed.

It was as if she had arrived at her home ground.

From an oppressed assistant to a noble and formidable female CEO.

Watching the woman’s swaying figure, Su Huan’s gaze darkened.

Behind him, Giraffe and Bai Lu had initially been a bit tense, but after carefully observing these agents, a hint of disdain flashed in their eyes.

Though these agents might be strong, their tactical skills were mediocre, barely matching the armed corps in emergency training.

The two instantly regained their confidence.

Whoever dared to glance at them was met with a sharp glare back.

In this peculiar silence, the four reached the doorway.

Two long-waiting attendants promptly opened the door.

Many young people were already waiting in the lobby, especially a well-dressed new generation, the less privileged wanting a glimpse of prestige, the wealthier hoping to forge connections.

Most doubted they could win the beauty’s favor, yet a small hope lingered.

Even if they gained nothing, the networking alone made it worthwhile.

As the attendant opened the door, the chatter in the lobby suddenly quieted, some instinctively straightened their collars, others moved their champagne away from lips, but no matter how subtle, all eyes inevitably turned to the entrance.

Bao Qingqing maliciously imagined Shu Wei’s travel-weary, disheveled appearance.

They didn’t wait for long, accompanied by clean footsteps.

Shu Wei walked in.

But to Bao Qingqing’s disappointment, Shu Wei, though not wearing a glamorous gown, wasn’t as disheveled as imagined.

Today Shu Wei wore nothing special, just the crew’s uniform, similar to the combat team, swapping a trench coat for a multipurpose jacket, and tight pants below, light and swift.

The moment she appeared under the arch, the crystal chandelier’s light naturally outlined a sharp contour on her.

Combined with her striking features and aloof expression, she embodied an unsheathed saber.

Shu Wei didn’t fully enter the hall, stood beneath the archway, her light gray eyes sweeping over everyone, then stepped aside.

Before anyone could speak, they were stifled by that cold gaze.