Chapter 135: Good News Is Not A Daughter
The position where Su Huan was located was outside the second floor wall.
Looking along the iron railing into the corridor, there was also an old man zombie maintaining his pre-death habit, wandering there, as if he heard something, he approached the railing, his pair of scarlet-black eyes peering outward.
The acid rain masked the smell on Su Huan’s body, and the suction cups on the exoskeleton under his feet made his footsteps silent.
The old woman zombie looked for a long time but didn’t discover Su Huan on the surface of the load-bearing pillar wall nearby.
Although these ordinary zombies were very weak, being stared at by their eyes was truly uncomfortable.
Su Huan flicked his finger and tossed out a high-temperature projectile, sending off the old man.
He continued walking upward unhurriedly.
Qu Hang had already spotted him, but did not take the initiative to attack.
Based on his understanding of his old superior, that shot not only wounded him severely but also seriously affected his combat power, making him unable to guarantee a one-shot kill.
Faint footsteps approached.
Yu Yue expanded the sound source range around Qu Hang again, and a three-dimensional, spatial sound appeared in the ears of the encircling group.
It felt just like watching him withdraw from the edge of the corridor along the wall root.
And the direction was exactly—
The corridor where He Jie was climbing!
Through mental supplementation from the sound, Su Huan seemed to see the scene below.
Pale-faced Qu Hang stood at the top of the stairs, his chest tactical vest open, the white bandages wrapped around his body stained red, holding a sniper rifle in his hand, while below him was He Jie, single-handedly carrying a machine gun, stepping up step by step, each step steady and heavy like a bass drum, the muzzle of the gun in his hand aimed at the cigar in his mouth.
“Bang bang bang——”
A three-round burst, the cigar shortened by a small section, but was successfully lit.
Thick smoke sprayed from his mouth, covering his stubbled face, vaguely revealing only a mouthful of white teeth.
“I won’t tell the company about you.”
Qu Hang’s voice carried a hint of low tone.
“My affairs? No no no, kid, you seem to have misunderstood the situation.” He Jie pulled the gun bolt, high in spirits, “We’re colleagues at least, it’s just a pity we never collaborated, today you’re in luck, kid!”
“Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance, I have a hundred bullets in this gun, just fired three, ninety-seven left, turn around now, run from this end of the corridor to the other, if I miss all ninety-seven, even if I have to wash the train conductor’s socks for a month, I’ll beg him to let you go!”
When Su Huan tore open the railing and entered the fourth floor corridor, he happened to see Qu Hang’s back twitch.
Then, he turned and bolted!
Even upon seeing Su Huan nearby, he merely contracted his pupils slightly, sidestepping into a household.
Behind him was He Jie, carrying the machine gun with a ferocious face.
The violent bullet rain fully displayed his suppressed rage, venting toward the fleeing Qu Hang ahead.
Su Huan silently shifted to the side.
He was afraid He Jie would hit him with a burst while grabbing grass and hitting rabbits.
However, He Jie appeared mad, but his control was extremely steady, every bullet grazing past Qu Hang, the kind where slowing down a bit would mean death, but currently perfectly outlining the human silhouette.
This had to make one admire He Jie’s precise control.
However, the injuries still affected Qu Hang’s movements, the last one clearly hitting.
‘Ninety-seven rounds, two hits, is this father-in-law’s love?’
Seeing that He Jie had vented enough, Su Huan jumped down, stood at the doorway, and casually tossed two grenades inside.
Hearing the explosion and muffled grunts from inside, he tossed two more.
“Boom boom——”
Dust flew, gunpowder smoke filled the air.
Hearing no movement inside, Su Huan planned to throw two more to listen to the echo.
Anyway, he didn’t need to carry firearms and ammunition, so he stuffed over a dozen grenades.
This decisive action made He Jie nearby’s eyelids twitch, even suspecting if he had gone too easy earlier.
Could Su Huan really want to kill this kid?
“I surrender! Stop throwing!”
Qu Hang’s low, hoarse roar came from inside.
The two outside exchanged a glance, Su Huan gave He Jie a smiling emoji expression, the meaning clear: ‘What are you waiting for to go in?’
He Jie could only curse inwardly and walked in.
Only after confirming Qu Hang had no combat power left did Su Huan enter.
Qu Hang in the room was quite miserable, lying behind the sofa, besides the initial gunshot wounds, there were several shrapnel wounds, now coughing up blood mouthful by mouthful.
It should be the penetrating chest wound acting up.
Giving the feeling he might die any second.
Su Huan narrowed his eyes; he had no grudge against this old superior.
Having followed him for years, they hadn’t spoken much; the other hadn’t taken care of him, but hadn’t screwed him over either.
However, after he betrayed the company, the first to face was Qu Hang’s pursuit.
The idleness of following behind him normally contrasted with how much he wanted to die during that period of torment.
Enduring four days and nights until the mutated beast starved away was thanks to him.
So those grenades carried some emotion.
If Qu Hang was blown up dead, that would truly be retribution.
But Su Huan wanted to know more who exactly wanted to kill him and why.
Unfortunately, the current Qu Hang knew nothing.
But it would soon come to light; Su Huan patted his old superior’s shoulder relievedly, “Don’t worry, my train has ancient Western medicine inherited from hundreds of years ago, these are minor injuries.”
Touching the wound, Qu Hang grunted, but a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.
‘Hundreds of years ago… ancient Western medicine?’
Nearby He Jie didn’t explain, instead meticulously searching his equipment for something.
Qu Hang felt a trace of tension.
He Jie had just joined the armored train days ago, how was he also so eccentric?
Su Huan glanced toward He Jie.
Watching the cigar in that man’s mouth suddenly pause, then shorten at a visible speed.
‘Damn, he really found that photo?’
Anticipation of a good show surged in Su Huan’s eyes.
……
Helicopter rotors roared, but Li Tao’s subordinate’s handwriting was very steady.
The originally blank booklet had already recorded a thick volume.
And simply divided into several large sections.
【Train】
“Multi-layer armor, can withstand heavy sniper rifle bullets, ordinary rifle ammunition completely ineffective……”
“Extremely high vehicle weight, estimated to withstand low-dose explosives……”
【Members】
“Train Conductor Su Huan, Energizer, Tier 1 unknown profession, often uses high-temperature and electrical energy, the former requires accumulation time, the latter instant cast, has large-range control skill, generally doesn’t wear bulletproof vest, only uses electromagnetic sniper rifle, output range three kilometers to five kilometers! Cautious personality, suspected to have special bulletproof means……”
“Unknown Steel Manipulator, Tier 1 unknown profession……”
“Train Conductor’s close female sniper, Sound Wave Manipulator, unknown profession……”
“Traitor He Jie……”
【Combat Methods】
“Evolver-centered squad combat, train used as mobile fortress and logistics, train stocks large amounts of supplies……”
After writing, Li Tao touched his glasses leg, the camera on the glasses photographed and saved the text on the booklet, extracted the text and retypeset it into a clear report.
Seeing all data multi-backed up, when he looked up again, Li Tao had no attachment to the battlefield below.
Even though this place had just lost over a dozen elite soldiers.
The dead didn’t need attention, the living would naturally return alive to the company.
As an analyst, his most important task now was to bring all intelligence on the armored train back to the company, to the board of directors, to his uncle.
This was the Li Family’s only hope to turn the tables.
“Return immediately!”
“To New City or headquarters?”
“……Headquarters!”
……
The armored train lost over two hundred passengers but gained two new talents.
Upon seeing Qu Hang’s miserable state, the goat completely reined in all his little thoughts.
That photo was finally found, and the face was as blurry as when Su Huan first saw it, unclear who it was, but clearly a girl in a polka-dot dress, somewhat retro, somewhat youthful.
Good news was, the woman above wasn’t He Jie’s daughter.
Bad news was, He Jie’s wife.
Critically wounded Qu Hang was nearly beaten to death on the spot by furious He Jie.
Su Huan, eating this melon, was somewhat caught off guard, but with two men—one critically wounded and dying, the other raging like a brown bear whose home was robbed—the train conductor could only suppress his burning gossip and first lead everyone to catch the train that had just arrived at the next station.
Climbing onto the train, discarding acid rain-soaked clothes.
Su Huan felt like he had entered a safe house, all the big battles and schemes like events from another world.
But such quiet time wouldn’t last long.
Two hours later, they would face the fully armed Steel Council.
Looking at the moving scenery outside the window, simply ruffling his wet hair, changing into a black long-sleeved shirt, heading to the carriage.
Yu Jing was fiddling with the screen in the dining car, hearing Su Huan’s footsteps, said, “How’s the exoskeleton, any issues?”
Su Huan shook his head, “Better than expected, most crucially very form-fitting, loose clothing basically hides it, future exoskeleton development should prioritize flexibility and portability.”
Thought flashed in Yu Jing’s eyes, “Can be divided into different types, any other suggestions? Like adding a boost jump device.”
“Possible, but short-term not very meaningful, Evolvers’ physical fitness is already high, the mechanical boost’s elasticity wastes more weight.”
Yu Jing frowned, “True, cost-performance a bit low, then consider flight aspects.”
“Prioritize protection.”
Su Huan reminded.
“Okay.”
“How are the wounded?”
“Receiving Lin Xia physician’s hundreds-of-years-old ancient Western medical treatment, achieved anesthetic pain relief through massive bloodletting, now all bullets dug out, stitching and bandaging the two.”
Yu Jing pulled up the monitoring footage of Carriage 9, said flatly.
She wrinkled her delicate nose unnaturally; the entire Carriage 9 reeked of blood, making her nauseous, so she came to the dining car.
Su Huan glanced at the surveillance; Qu Hang’s hands and feet bound to the bed, beside him a small ventilator and heart rate monitor, infusion bottle hanging above, nearby was the twice critically wounded Lu Xiao, except not bound, no better off than Qu Hang.
Seeing both peacefully asleep, Su Huan hesitated, “Set the medical carriage at Carriage 9, or more suitable at the rear?”
Yu Jing sighed faintly, “Don’t you think the top priority should be finding a reliable doctor?”
Su Huan pinched his chin, looking at busy Lin Xia in the lens, “Isn’t this pretty progressive?”
“Better to hope on Wan Xing, her progress is greater.”
Image of the woman quietly wielding an electric saw to cut corpses flashed in his mind, her slender chin splattered with scarlet flesh and blood; even Su Huan fell silent for a moment.
Since cultivating his own doctor wasn’t reliable, he could only rob one.
If asked where the best doctor in the acid rain area was now, Su Huan didn’t know.
But the Steel Council surely had top-tier doctors!
“Report the train damage situation, and what happened on the train while I was out earlier.”
【Embarrassed, not on time today, default not on time hereafter with next day make-up, simple 6k update today, 10k tomorrow, make-up to atone】
