Chapter 100: The Survivors
“Hmph, not giving me face.”
Su Huan put down the salted duck egg in his other hand and subtly glanced at Yu Yue behind the cabinet. The daughter’s debt is repaid by the mother.
Yu Yue panicked a bit when his gaze swept over her, but then she thought that he had already bullied her anyway, so what else did she have to lose?
It was just those same old tricks over and over.
She was already immune to all poisons!
Thinking this way, Little Aunt immediately regained her calm, lowered her eyelids, and deliberately avoided looking at him.
“Maybe she forgot. Quickly check the content. If there’s no problem, we’ll prepare in this direction next.”
Yu Jing urged from the side, excitement showing in her eyes.
Like an innovator waiting for others to acknowledge her great results.
Seeing the mother and daughter’s appearance, Su Huan was amused inwardly with anger.
Fine, fine, fine.
Too busy cleaning up He Jie, forgot to clean up you two.
While thinking this with malice, Su Huan flipped open the plan in his hand.
He was about to criticize it, but after seeing the words on it clearly, he couldn’t help but fall into contemplation.
The first one was still armor-based modification, but this time the direction was lightweighting and expansion.
Using Tier 1 lightweight steel plate to make new armor, same thickness, but weight half of the original.
Not sure if the ammunition depot gave her inspiration, she planned to add that soft glass inside the new armor, which could be understood as sandwich biscuits. When an armor-piercing round drills into the outer armor, the high temperature will soften the glass, then the bullet is like hitting a pool, power is quickly consumed, and it’s unable to penetrate the inner armor.
Then some glass flows out from the hole, solidifies upon cooling, and fills the bullet hole.
Hiss…
Had to say, this was truly a highly feasible idea.
After this series of operations, the entire train’s bulletproof performance greatly improves, but weight is reduced by half. On an armored train with over forty carriages, that’s reducing thousands of tons of burden.
Indirectly improving load capacity and power.
Yu Jing still hadn’t given up on her two-layer carriage idea, but this time she had a more complete plan.
First, expand the carriage in a small range, like her Carriage 10.
Plan to expand upward into a second layer similar to a sightseeing carriage, then build skybridges between these expanded carriages.
Forming a rooftop passageway, avoiding having to drill back through the carriages during emergencies.
Had to say, this design perfectly hit Su Huan’s heart as well.
He had always avoided going to the rear carriages mainly due to distrust of other passengers, avoiding being encircled by multiple people during his weak ability period.
Only after having reliable helpers around would he occasionally go to the back.
Now his activity space was generally just the front 18 carriages.
If there was this second-layer skybridge, whether transferring to the rear or front of the train for shunting, or going to the garage, the speed would be more than doubled.
And daily activity space for everyone would be larger too.
Next were some functional additions, like full-train surveillance camera, full-train power unified manipulation, large 3D printer, oxygen generator, bullet production line, body balance system, medical carriage, aerial fire support, fully sealed carriage, energy storage weapon, magnetic levitation, full-train biological power generation film, mecha modification carriage…
“Wait—”
Su Huan frowned; he felt like he had missed something.
He looked over it again.
Ah, right.
It was just that suddenly the style changed.
Clearly the front part was very serious, listing specific modification schemes, as well as blueprints, material list, construction timeline predictions, but then the back started going wild, throwing in all sorts of abstract things.
Su Huan pointed at terms on the list like aerial fire support, mecha, and other war-mad fantasy names, looking at Yu Jing suspiciously. “Isn’t this a bit too… crazy?”
Hearing this, the few people who were eating with heads down nearby all looked over curiously.
They were very curious what kind of scheme could make someone as obviously abnormal as Su Huan think it was crazy.
Yu Jing was wearing a black bandeau today, with a hard-faced denim jacket over it, arms crossed, the faint calmness in her brows and eyes turning into an extremely aggressive heat.
“It suddenly popped into my head last night while rushing the blueprints. You know that kind of desire. I didn’t want such a great idea to stay bottled up in my brain too long, so I wrote them all down at once. Although we can’t achieve them at this stage, I still wanted to show them to you, hoping you can remember what they look like, and let the armored train head in this direction…”
Yu Jing’s current state was like a man discussing matters of family and country, a confidence that even a passing dog would be forced to stop and listen to her for a couple sentences.
‘She’s changed, she’s changed. Sister Yu Jing’s temperament has changed again.’
Xiao Ba bit the spoon, eyes under the broken hair curiously shifting between Su Huan and Yu Jing.
Matters on the train had always been decided by Su with a single word.
Unexpectedly, Sister Yu Jing was the first warrior to challenge the train conductor’s dignity.
Su Huan looked into Yu Jing’s eyes for a long time without speaking, not because he was angered. She really liked the armored train plan, a fellow traveler to some extent, so he wouldn’t get mad over this level of discussion.
He just felt Yu Jing’s gaze was strange, like someone was looking at him through her eyes.
That gaze mixed with Yu Jing’s current emotions, becoming even more complex.
The most obvious was that fanaticism.
He could accept Yu Jing’s translated accent when excited, but this gaze truly made him feel weird on instinct.
If not for sensing no hostility, Su Huan would already be plotting how to take her out.
With Su Huan’s silence, the atmosphere gradually became eerily stagnant.
He Jie watched the excitement with interest; he was somewhat curious about these people’s relationship with Su Huan.
“Wait a moment…”
Everyone looked toward the voice, unexpectedly the one breaking the dispute was the shy Yu Yue. She stretched out one finger pointing outside the car window.
“The rain seems to have stopped.”
……
The heavy rain that had lasted three days finally stopped, and all the survivors breathed a sigh of relief.
Most ordinary people didn’t have the ability to survive long-term under acid rain.
The original survivors of the acid rain area were okay; they more or less had ways to cope with acid rain. But this heavy rain wasn’t so friendly to survivors fleeing from the high-temperature zone.
Many people, because they didn’t avoid it in time, had their skin eroded by acid rain, causing massive erythema and ulceration.
Like skinned demons crawling out of hell one by one.
Their painful groans and coughs were as unbearable as the acid rain that lasted three days.
Zhang Min curled up in the corner of the sofa, hands hugging her knees. The sticky feeling under her and the bursts of fishy stench made her wish she could run out and wash thoroughly with that corrosive acid rain—even that murky rainwater would be cleaner than her now.
But she couldn’t do that yet.
At least until she killed that smirking man who drove her off the train, she couldn’t die; she even had to carefully maintain her body.
This was her capital to survive.
Not some streamer status or self-esteem and other illusory things.
Unfortunately, she didn’t make the right decision at the right time.
If she could go back to that carriage back then, she wouldn’t hesitate at all. She would be willing to offer everything to exchange for a spot to stay on the train, but—
“Where did that bitch Zhang Min go to die?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Brother Wang wants her to dance. Tell her to wipe clean and hurry over. If she ruins Brother Wang’s mood, she won’t be able to stay in the convoy anymore.”
“I’ll go call her right now.”
Footsteps came from outside the door, a hoarse voice calling her, “Minmin, Brother Wang wants you over.”
Zhang Min restrained the resentment in her eyes and looked up at the woman in front of her.
Hair withered, lips shriveled—clearly hadn’t drunk water for many days.
The convoy had just escaped the high-temperature zone where purified water was already scarce, and then acid rain hit. Not even clean rainwater could be allocated, let alone to this old and faded woman.
Although this woman was only twenty-six, compared to her eighteen years old, she was already decayed.
For the leader figures of the armored train and Mojian Mutual Aid Convoy, as long as they wanted, young women were supplies cheaper than purified water and food.
“Mm, I’ll go right now.”
Zhang Min responded faintly, standing up.
Her originally fair and tender body was covered in large and small bruises and red marks.
Fortunately, relying on her youthful capital and skills in pleasing people, she could still live, though uglier.
This was already a situation ordinary people begged for.
But to achieve her goal of killing that man, it was not enough—far from enough!
Zhang Min pulled out a wet wipe and viciously poked it into the wounds, brows furrowed tight, teeth biting her lips pale, until she cleaned all the filth, then put on a simple dress and walked toward the hall.
The convoy was quite lucky, encountering a major force right after escaping.
Unfortunately, the other side’s attitude had always been very aloof. Even with Brother Wang repeatedly fawning on their liaison, they wouldn’t give him a firm answer.
But such effort wasn’t without benefits.
At least it gave them a safe foothold and a small amount of supplies; the other side even picked two evolvers from the convoy’s over a dozen.
Even Convoy Leader Wang Fei wasn’t selected.
The surrounding zombies had all been cleared by the major force, so they settled in a building like a sales office, thousands of people crammed into over a dozen floors.
Eating without working every day, the convoy’s stored supplies were almost consumed.
But no one dared to run out privately. Someone had snuck out at night before, and the next day their corpse was dragged back by the liaison, with a severe warning given to Wang Fei.
Wang Fei was so furious he flew into a rage and played three women to death that day.
But a few days ago, the other side’s attitude seemed to loosen a bit.
By the time she reached the hall, over a dozen women were already lined up, dancing provocatively.
Before she could walk over, a strong man like a black chimpanzee came over, grabbed her collar, cursed while tearing her dress to shreds in a few moves.
Zhang Min showed no surprise, a pure smile on her face. “Brother Wang, you called me.”
Wang Fei spat thick smoke, narrowed his eyes, roughly kneaded her body a few times, and said lowly, “Serve them well. If they’re not satisfied, I’ll kill you tonight.”
After saying that, he slapped her butt and shoved her forward.
Zhang Min smiled flirtatiously toward the sofa in the hall.
A man in suits and leather shoes sat there, silver-framed glasses on his face, briefcase in hand—like a lawyer from before the apocalypse, refined and cold.
His exposed skin was delicate and smooth, without traces of high temperature or acid rain, even his hair combed impeccably behind his head.
Four armed soldiers stood behind him holding guns, their hawk-like gazes sweeping over everyone’s faces.
Only Wang Fei and the convoy’s second-in-command could sit beside him; the rest, even evolvers, had to stand by.
Each one, even in new clothes, couldn’t hide their refugee-like wretchedness.
Standing together, they didn’t even look like they were from the same layer.
As the music started, Zhang Min began to dance. Although she was a streamer, she was genuinely from a proper dance major—not just twisting her body, but with real skills.
The man in the main seat looked at the bruises on Zhang Min’s body, his face showing no fluctuation—no pity, no desire, not even disgust, like looking at a puff of air.
Coldly, “Captain Wang, next time don’t waste time on this kind of thing. I’m here mainly to ask you for two things.”
Wang Fei instantly perked up. “No need for ‘ask’—just order, and I’ll get it done right away!”
“You came from the high-temperature zone. Do you know if you passed the Mo Jiang Bridge?”
Wang Fei was stunned for a moment, then nodded hurriedly. “We’re the Mojian Mutual Aid Convoy, of course we passed the Mo Jiang Bridge. That bridge is scary, full of mutated beasts below, densely packed…”
A glint flashed in the man’s eyes. “Then did you see a train?”
“Train…” Wang Fei looked around, putting on a recalling expression.
He had indeed seen trains—stopped by the roadside, overturned, even ones crashed into buildings, long and short, fuel and electric, he’d seen them all.
But the other side was a major force, obviously not asking nonsense. He just couldn’t figure out their intent.
Disappointment already flashed in the glasses man’s eyes.
This made Wang Fei even more anxious.
Zhang Min, dancing while listening to their conversation, had a flash of electric light in her mind at the word “train”.
Her thigh suspended in mid-air, a clear steady voice came from her soft lips, “Armored train?”
Wang Fei, who was thinking, heard someone interrupt and immediately flew into rage, his eyes full of undisguised viciousness.
But the glasses man brightened, leaned forward slightly, and looked squarely at this woman who was just background to their talk. “You know the origins of the armored train?”
Before speaking, Zhang Min knew guessing wrong would have bad consequences.
But thinking that staying here would end up like those women played to death by Wang Fei, with no hope of revenge in her lifetime, she’d rather take the gamble.
Could there be a worse situation than now?
Not ruthless enough, how to survive in this world.
This was the first lesson the train conductor taught her, though the tuition was painfully high.
Under Wang Fei’s gloomy gaze, Zhang Min lowered her thigh. Though fully naked, she showed no shyness on her face, like in an interview, imitating the smirking face in her memory, corners of her mouth slightly upturned.
“If you’re referring to a train of over forty old-style carriages fleeing north, I think I might know.”
And six thousand, life-and-death speed huh
