Chapter 2: Modification Plan
Close the car window; the vegetables in the pot are almost ready.
Simply thicken the sauce.
Serve!
He made a total of two dishes: green pepper stir-fried tofu and carrot dice stir-fried corn.
These vegetables can all keep for a long time; the other vegetables were eaten up several days ago.
Plate the vegetables and serve three bowls of rice.
The train entered the tunnel, and darkness suddenly descended.
A sharp braking sound rang out.
“Rustle——”
The lights in the dining car turned on, and the entire train came to a complete stop in the tunnel.
Heavy footsteps sounded from the dark end of the corridor.
A burly figure entered the dining car, blocking the light and casting a large shadow over the table.
The voice was deep and gentle, “The weather is getting hotter and hotter.”
This was the first core member of the armored train, the train driver, Liang Kuan.
He had heard of him before rebirth, but he died early, so they had never dealt with each other.
Unexpectedly, after rebirth, he met him directly, and the other party happened to be a train driver.
Su Huan nodded and asked, “How much longer until the canned meat factory?”
“We’ll arrive once we exit this tunnel.”
“Then tomorrow, drive the train near the canned food factory and let them go scavenge for supplies.”
“You decide these things, as long as I can see my daughter.” After Liang Kuan finished speaking, he continued to eat with his head down.
Liang Kuan was taciturn, so in most of their conversations, Su Huan spoke while he listened.
Although somewhat dull, it was much better than the teammates from his previous life.
At least he didn’t have to fearfully hide from zombies and mutated beasts while also guarding against teammates stabbing him in the back.
Nine days wasn’t much time; Su Huan had only completed one-third of the things on his planned list, far from being fully prepared.
Material collection was mostly done, but train modification hadn’t started yet.
Originally, he planned to find an acquaintance from his previous life, a guy whose profession was motorcycle modifier; if cultivated in advance, changing his career direction to train modification wouldn’t be a problem.
But now he didn’t know which repair shop he was hiding in.
So Su Huan planned to find another predetermined member first.
—Saint Mother, an extremely rare species in the apocalypse.
The two most important nodes of the armored train plan were energy and broken tracks.
Not to mention those mutated beasts comparable to huskies, they would later pass through storms and plant tides.
The railway tracks there were destroyed beyond recognition; without repair methods, the armored train would just become an iron shell.
And Eighth Master’s ability could just solve this problem.
If he remembered correctly, he lived in the orphanage near this canned food processing plant.
Thinking of this, a rare trace of warmth appeared in Su Huan’s eyes.
Liang Kuan ate the last grain of rice in his bowl, hesitated, and asked, “How long will this high temperature last?”
Although Su Huan was very mysterious and not a good person, he knew many things.
These could let him survive in this damn apocalypse and possibly make it home alive to see his daughter.
That was enough.
Moreover, compared to the more than a thousand people in the carriages behind, he was living pretty well right now.
“One year, or longer.”
“What about the north? Will it be better?”
“It will only be worse; high temperature is just the beginning, and there will be even more terrifying heavenly calamities later.”
Su Huan’s eerie voice echoed in the carriage.
These heavenly calamities were like someone had arranged them, one after another, with no repetition in each area.
Casually toss the finished bowl and chopsticks into the sink, “Tomorrow, first install the explosion-proof net on the dining car glass.”
“Understood.”
Su Huan waved his hand, “Go rest.”
Liang Kuan got up and left.
Su Huan looked at the clock hanging on the inner wall of the carriage.
The hour hand pointed at five o’clock in the afternoon; it was still early before dark.
But in this tunnel, there was only pitch blackness; although somewhat stuffy, it wouldn’t be noticed by the zombie tide.
Stretched lazily and dumped the kitchen knife and cutting board into the sink all at once.
He didn’t like washing dishes.
……
Su Huan quietly walked toward the rear carriages.
Pondering in his mind how to arrange these carriages.
The front of the train didn’t need thinking; the power system basically filled the front, with only a bit of space at the control panel, not enough for much.
Just seal and reinforce it then; when conditions allow, upgrade the power system further.
The first dining car could be retained; in the apocalypse, besides adult content, only gourmet food could soothe the heart.
The team also needed such a meeting room.
The remaining space could be turned into a small storage room to stockpile some food and purified water for daily consumption.
The second sightseeing carriage should be changed into a battle preparation room, and it could also go up to the second level to strike enemies approaching the train.
The third self-reserved……
Before he could think it through, he had already reached the end of the fifth carriage.
Subconsciously, his heel lifted slightly off the ground, sole of foot stretched out as much as possible, stepping on the red carpet in the corridor without making a sound.
Su Huan looked down at the door handle, with a hair wrapped around it.
This was casually wrapped around.
Fortunately, this Miss Yu was very obedient and hadn’t stepped out of the carriage this whole time, not even opening the door.
“Knock knock knock”
The sound came suddenly; Su Huan’s raised hand froze in mid-air.
He turned his head toward the door connecting to the sixth carriage.
“Knock knock knock!”
Perhaps not hearing the sound, the knocking from that side became more urgent.
Some noises came from the soft sleeper compartment.
Su Huan vaguely heard the mother and daughter’s conversation, with Yu Jing saying not to pay attention or something.
He put down his hand and walked toward the aisle door.
Suddenly lifting the curtain, the person opposite was startled, then said, “The glass in the carriage with zombies at the back is cracked!”
“Mm, got it.”
“Hey, hey!”
Ignoring the person’s shouts, Su Huan dropped the curtain and glanced sideways toward the back.
There was no light in the corridor, and the soft sleeper compartment was also tranquil.
Su Huan narrowed his eyes, returned to the front carriage, picked up the usual wrench, then opened the car door, listening to the beast-like corpse roars coming from the pitch-black tunnel.
With a light leap, he jumped to the ground.
Just like that, walking alongside the railway track without any protection.
For an apocalypse veteran who had lived four years, darkness was his safe zone, and zombies were far more trustworthy than those people.
Carriages 6, 7, 8, 9 held people, then 10 and 11 held suddenly mutated zombies.
Su Huan arrived outside the ninth carriage.
A faint light emanated from inside, like a lighter flame, casting large terrified shadows on the walls on both sides of the tunnel.
But because of this light, the people inside the carriage didn’t see Su Huan standing outside.
Su Huan didn’t make a sound and silently stood for five minutes.
Finally, he noticed something unusual.
They were very nervous and fearful, but their faces weren’t turned toward the tenth carriage locked with zombies.
But toward the front of the train!
Because that was the direction they psychologically believed was the source of danger!
The light gradually dimmed, probably the lighter ran out of gas; with the last bit of light, he could barely see a group of men huddling together.
The leader’s face couldn’t be seen clearly, only a large black-gray hoodie.
Amid the chaotic corpse roars, Su Huan, standing in the darkness, curled up the corners of his mouth.
