Chapter 25: Try This?
Dog Brother’s face showed a look of wariness. Thinking of Su Huan’s mysterious methods, he reminded in a low voice, “Keep your voices down later. That Su guy is an evolver, ghostly and unpredictable.”
Old Hu’s eyes showed mockery upon hearing this. Evolver?
Who isn’t?
But evolvers fear the truth too.
Old Hu subconsciously touched the cold thing at his waist, thinking of that man who could manipulate flame.
That flame was indeed very strange. It roasted their three people, but he sent him away with one shot.
Now the corpse had been gnawed into a skeleton by zombies.
This was also his confidence to dare rob the train after hearing the other was an evolver.
The fine rain at dawn wrapped in humid hot water vapor hit their bodies. In the mud, several black shadows moved deep and shallow.
Finally, they approached.
Drooping Eye’s security uniform was soaked by the rain, sticking stickily to his back. He wiped his face and looked at the steel-cast train, his eyes filled with eagerness.
“Just this carriage!” Dog Brother lowered his voice and pointed to Carriage 3. The mechanical door bolt gleamed coldly in the rain.
“Don’t get it wrong.”
“We’ve observed for a long time. That Su guy lives in this carriage. As long as we take him out, the remaining women and cripple are ours to handle!”
Drooping Eye inwardly mocked Dog Brother for being spineless. In the apocalypse, there was no shortage of anything but women—there were plenty.
At the beginning, they would still trade food for them.
Later, they didn’t even trade. They just robbed whichever they fancied.
“As long as we get the train, those women are all yours, Old San!”
Old San, who was picking the lock, stepped into a puddle when approaching, making a splat sound, and was glared at fiercely by Drooping Eye.
Old San shuddered as he pulled out the tool bag, flashlight in his mouth, beam sweeping over the keyhole. He relaxed inwardly.
“Old-style mechanical lock. If it were electronic, I’d really be out of tricks.”
Drooping Eye excitedly twitched his nose, his eyes showing a vicious gleam. “Then hurry up. Once inside, brothers, we’ll have a good meal.”
Everyone excitedly gathered beside the train. Those near the window even squatted down.
Excitedly staring at the small tools in Old San’s hands.
Old San didn’t make a sound, working away silently.
The faint sounds were like a little mouse.
Thirty seconds passed, Drooping Eye still excited.
One minute passed, Drooping Eye’s excitement waned.
Three minutes passed, Drooping Eye’s complexion tense.
Five minutes passed, Drooping Eye’s expression gloomy.
Ten minutes passed, Drooping Eye’s face twitched.
“It’s not like that Old Wang’s wife left this door for you, is it?”
Dog Brother mocked lightly.
“Logically, it should have opened by now. This kind of lock is like this…” Old San’s palms trembled as he twisted hard, but the door lock didn’t budge.
“Useless!” Hu head grabbed Old San’s collar, his face cast in shadow by the light from Old San’s hand. “Didn’t you say there’s no lock you can’t open?”
“G-Give me ten minutes.” Old San’s forehead sweat mixed with rain slid down, the screwdriver scraping harshly in the keyhole.
Zombie dragging footsteps came from the distance, mixed with zombie horde low roars in the rain. Everyone’s hands gripping machetes grew wetter.
“Hurry up!” Hu head cursed darkly.
Another five minutes passed, and the door lock suddenly made a crisp creak.
Several people looked over, only to see the screwdriver in Old San’s hand broken inside.
Drooping Eye’s face completely lost color, his gloomy face seeming to drip water. “Old San, you’ve been with me for a year, right?”
Old San’s complexion was worse than crying. “Hu head, give me one more chance…”
“Don’t rush. How about trying this?”
Someone nearby handed over a pair of pliers. Old San was overjoyed and reached to take it. “This will work, this will work.”
His hand froze halfway, his face like he’d seen a ghost.
Only to see a figure shrouded in darkness standing inside the car window, handing out a pair of pliers through the explosion-proof net.
Suddenly, rain hit the window frame, the splashing rain gleaming coldly, illuminating a young face with a mild smile.
The nearby Drooping Eye was also startled, not expecting their target to have been right beside them all along.
Ignoring the cold sweat flowing into his eyes, he subconsciously reached for the handgun at his waist.
“No need…?”
Su Huan’s smile faded, his fingers loosening on the pliers.
The pliers smashed to the ground, splashing a puddle.
Steel, rainy night—this was his home turf.
Su Huan sighed inwardly as high-voltage current surged from under his feet into the train.
Cold blue electric arcs like a long saber, guided by rain in the air, turned into countless blue threads, suddenly slashing onto the crowd outside the train.
Drooping Eye’s body hair stood on end, like being stabbed hard, muscles tensing in pain.
His gun-drawing motion only halfway done before his body convulsed.
Hand pressed to his waist, eyes rolling white.
“Bang bang…”
A series of falling sounds rang out.
After a moment, Drooping Eye recovered somewhat, his muscles no longer locked. He struggled to crawl up and beg for mercy.
“Pa—”
Another electric arc flashed, making a crisp crackle.
This time, Drooping Eye obediently lay in the mud, no longer struggling.
“Just buy a ticket properly. Why take unorthodox ways.”
Su Huan muttered as an invisible general energy fluctuation spread from his feet, its edge just touching Drooping Eye’s body on the ground.
「lv1 general energy perception」
……
Inside Carriage 6 storage carriage, the night light steadily provided illumination.
Gao Zhe stood in the carriage bridge, his remaining right hand holding the threaded steel, frowning at the metal door before him like a porcupine.
The spike tips bore a touch of bright red.
Through the metal gaps, a youth in a black shirt sat in a wheelchair, eyes under broken hair showing seriousness.
If he had both hands, he was confident to breakthrough the door in one strike and kill in one strike.
After all, the youth moved inconveniently.
But now missing one hand, forcing a breakthrough would be one-for-one.
“Su said you’re very dangerous.” Qi Xiao Ba stared at Gao Zhe.
Gao Zhe observed the other’s state while unhesitatingly retorting, “You’re even more dangerous than me.”
Clear footsteps sounded from the other side of the door. Seeing Su Huan stroll over leisurely, Gao Zhe knew there was no chance.
He sighed inwardly. He’d thought Dog Brother might fail, but not so quickly.
From start to now, he’d only exchanged one move with Qi Xiao Ba.
“Mister Gao not sleeping so late, is there something? The train can provide late-night snack service, oh.”
Su Huan’s face habitually wore a fake smile, eyes cold.
Gao Zhe turned and left, not even leaving a harsh word.
He might not take one alone; two together in the narrow carriage, he had no chance.
Forcing a move would be like that night demon, hard-controlled to death.
Unless… Su Huan left the train.
“Wait, I have a little job here. Wonder if Mister Gao is interested.”
