Chapter 211: The Secretary Is Broken
Hearing Su Huan’s words, Liu Ming, lying on the ground, desperately opened his eyes, his voice hoarse, “You discovered the Same Boat Society long ago?”
Tong Zizhan, standing at the doorway, sneered, “The Train Conductor considered that you didn’t cause any damage to the train’s stability, so he gave you a chance and didn’t deal with you.”
“So you agreed to let me join the team just to surveil me?”
Liu Ming suddenly realized, a trace of self-mockery in his eyes.
‘Of course not!’
Tong Zizhan sighed inwardly.
He had indeed wanted to find two ordinary team members at first to divert the Train Conductor’s attention.
At the beginning, there was no problem, but after spending time together, something felt off.
No matter how cautious Liu Ming was, he couldn’t hide it.
The two of them were at least professionally trained undercover agents cultivated by a big company; it was normal to miss it for a day or two, but with constant contact, how could they not notice an insider under their watch?
The two had agonized over it for a long time, and even Tong Zizhan had planned to ruthlessly kill him outside.
But he was afraid of drawing the Train Conductor’s attention, and then inexplicably reported it to Su Huan.
But the Train Conductor’s attitude was very ambiguous at the time, telling him to continue observing, so Liu Ming and his Same Boat Society had managed to survive until now.
Su Huan rummaged through Zhang Qiang’s body and pulled out that crude hand-crafted handgun, pulling back the sleeve to eject the bullet.
Bullets clattered to the ground, a total of fifteen.
Su Huan was slightly surprised and handed the handgun to Old Da behind him. The other took it, and with a clatter, disassembled it into a pile of parts, skillfully as if lifting the covers to touch his own wife.
“This gun was made with a magazine capacity of only fifteen rounds; there’s no situation of pre-loading an extra round.”
Old Da answered.
Liu Ming suddenly understood, “So this gun was arranged by you into my hands; no wonder… no wonder it went so smoothly!”
Old Da looked at him coldly.
The Bullet Workshop was under his jurisdiction; not to mention producing one gun, even an extra screw would be under his nose.
What’s more, he was the only one in the entire workshop who could hand-craft firearms!
In other words, although Su Huan couldn’t watch him every moment, all of Liu Ming’s key actions were under Su Huan’s control!
“You never planned to use this gun at all? The first gunshot earlier was simulated with your ability?”
Su Huan asked curiously.
Liu Ming pushed away Zhang Qiang, who was already dead with eyes wide open, sat up, his right chest stained red with blood, half of it his own.
Sitting on the ground with legs splayed, he said with self-mockery, “Just insurance; if he didn’t bring a gun, then use this one.”
“Heh, you’re pretty willing to go all out.”
A hint of appreciation flashed in Su Huan’s eyes.
He admired such ruthless people; the flesh-cutting ploy wasn’t something ordinary people could pull off well.
At this time, the mysterious man on the other side also reacted, staring at Liu Ming with dead-fixed eyes, stretching his neck and roaring angrily, “You fucking framed me!”
Liu Ming didn’t have the strength to reply to him and sat there with his head down.
Su Huan gave him a cold glance, and the man was immediately scared into silence.
Old San and the others had already cleaned up the battlefield, and besides two guns, there were two small objects: one that could affect cameras, one that could interfere with sound waves.
The man was also brought before Su Huan, his legs so weak he couldn’t stand, held up by Old San and the other.
The mask was also torn off, revealing a rough face.
It was one of the Steel Factory workers who boarded with Wang He back then.
Before Su Huan could even ask, he was already scared into confessing everything with snot and tears.
He and Wang He were at the same level in the Steel Factory, but Wang He had stood up and chatted a few words with Su Huan, and from then on their treatment was worlds apart.
He had always been resentful and wanted to cause trouble for Wang He.
So he contacted the Same Boat Society, wanting to sabotage things on the train, make the Train Conductor dissatisfied, and then replace Wang He’s position as workshop head.
It had to be said, foolishly naive.
Hearing halfway through, Su Huan lost patience.
He didn’t hate ambitious people, but he extremely disliked this kind of stupid and malicious type; even their bad deeds lacked any elegance.
In the era to come, lacking ability was more damnable than being bad!
Su Huan turned and walked out, “Execute this one and feed to the fish; save the other if you can, if not, feed him to the fish too.”
The man wanted to say something, but Old San covered his mouth and nose.
Old Da drew the hand-crafted handgun and pressed it against the other’s forehead.
“Bang!”
Like cracking open a rotten watermelon.
Old San spat several times in a row and cursed lowly, “What kind of broken gun is this?”
Old Da scratched his head and smiled awkwardly, “Forgot about the backup plan; good thing it was the first shot, the second would misfire too—want me to help you…”
Old San: “Bullshit, get two more people to help.”
Outside the rest room.
Xiao Zhao walked over quickly, glanced around, and saw the Train Conductor sitting on the sofa with legs crossed, staring blankly at the jammer in his hand, her heart tightening instantly.
She leaned in and said softly, “Teacher is already asleep; Li Hong is still in the laboratory.”
He Jie nearby gave Old San a look.
The latter wiped the blood from his face and hurried forward, a ruthless glint in his eyes, “Convoy Leader, I’ll take people to execute that kid right now!”
“Crackle—”
Electric light flashed in Su Huan’s hand, and the jammer turned into a pile of charred parts.
His voice calm, “Don’t disturb Professor Ma’s rest; he’s old after all.”
Xiao Zhao sighed inwardly nearby.
What had to come still came.
Whether the Train Conductor or Teacher, both had given Li Hong more than one chance.
Yet he had always remained trapped in his narrow world.
Such a young life would now be forever stopped tonight due to that bit of obsession.
“Eh, understood.”
Old San quickly took the combat group to handle it.
Only He Jie and a few Armed Corps members including Tong Zizhan stood by, waiting for the Train Conductor’s order.
Su Huan tossed the two charred small parts into Xiao Zhao’s hands, yawned faintly, “Everything as usual; I’m going back to sleep.”
As Su Huan stood up.
Everyone instinctively lowered their heads slightly.
A rebellion quietly vanished into the sound of water.
……
Poor Doctor Lin Xia had just fallen asleep when Old San dragged him out from under the covers.
Seeing Old San covered in blood startled him.
He hurriedly put on clothes and came out, arriving at the sub-16 carriage opposite dining car 16.
This had been converted into the crew and soldiers’ medical carriage.
Sub-13, 14, 15 each had minimal medical equipment, with two levels per car holding 30 hospital beds each, totaling ninety hospital beds.
Basically enough to meet large-scale combat needs.
Actually, most of the time these hospital beds were empty, but they had to exist even if empty.
Let the soldiers see that if injured, at least there’s a place to lie down, not just wait to die in vain.
Plus the train had doubled in size with much more space, Su Huan waved his hand and approved it.
By the time Lin Xia arrived, the assistant nurse had already prepared for surgery.
The adjacent operating room had already started rescue efforts.
Lin Xia, while putting on a mask, asked Old San nearby puzzledly, “Doesn’t your combat group have professional medics? Why use me?”
Old San pointed to the wheeled-in Zhang Qiang, “This one probably can’t be saved; for you to practice bullet extraction.”
Lin Xia: “……?”
Though a bit hard to bear, Lin Xia still followed surgical standards for professional disinfection, then performed the surgery.
This was his basic skill for standing firm on the train.
After Lu Xiao’s training, his surgical skills had improved rapidly.
Even He Jie praised his heel stitches as beautiful.
As time passed, bullets clattered into a tray.
The heartbeat reaction on the operating table strengthened considerably.
Lin Xia was stunned, “Seems salvageable; one more adrenaline shot!”
……
At three in the morning, a sneaky figure quietly exited car 4, peeked into the Armory Hall, saw soldiers on guard, then walked from the front corridor toward car 1.
Seeing no one around, he pushed the door and entered directly.
After a moment, a tall figure emerged from the dark corner ahead at the front of the train, expression complex.
All the benefits Su Huan mentioned were on hold, including room assignments—all benefits on hold.
As personal secretary, for the next period, she could only guard at the Train Conductor’s doorway 24 hours, waiting for summons at any time.
While feeling sour inside, she suddenly saw this scene.
Thinking of the woman who was gentle like warm spring sunshine during the day, Shu Wei’s gray-blue eyes wavered.
A strong sense of crisis suddenly rose in her heart.
She was confident her looks were no worse than Yu Yue’s, but the other’s lingering gentle temperament was something she could never learn.
That gentleness wasn’t deliberate but radiated from her bones.
Not to mention men, even she couldn’t help sinking into Yu Yue’s smiling gaze.
Moreover, with Yu Yue’s status, still needing to please the Train Conductor like this, didn’t it make her own secretary role even more inadequate?
Surrendering already put her lower by three degrees, plus keeping a cold face daily without initiative.
Anyone would find it unbearable, right?
Shu Wei, Shu Wei, fallen to this state, why cling to that bit of self-esteem?
Makes you seem even more ridiculous…
Time gradually passed; no sound came from the room, but Shu Wei knew Yu Yue’s ability—perhaps inside it was already turned upside down.
And Shu Wei’s mentality was shifting bit by bit.
A stiff smile occasionally appeared on her face.
But she soon gave up.
She simply couldn’t learn this soft, watery feeling; she even doubted deep down that her mother’s smiles toward her father in childhood were all fake.
With resistance in her heart, she couldn’t learn it at all.
Shu Wei forced herself to change her approach.
The most common smile she’d seen growing up was that fawning smile, then combined with that bitch woman 428’s coquettish charm in pleasing men, practicing repeatedly.
The horizon slightly brightened; Yu Yue’s sneaky figure emerged from Su Huan’s room.
Shu Wei looked at the half-open room door, recalling Su Huan’s narrow eyes lit by electric light, overlooking her with pure malice and teasing.
Her body trembled involuntarily; the memory of current passing through her body, every inch of skin and muscle losing control, surged back.
Her intangible fear of Su Huan deepened another layer.
‘At this point, what can’t you endure? Grit your teeth and it’s over!’
Moments later, Shu Wei pushed open Su Huan’s room door with resolve like facing death.
When Yu Yue entered, Su Huan was somewhat surprised.
Usually, it was half-request half-force from him before she came; unexpectedly, she came proactively today.
Gently yet irresistibly, their breaths intertwined.
Moreover, tonight’s little chef was exceptionally proactive, though her face carried a deep smile that made Su Huan feel uneasy inside.
But soon he sank into Yu Yue’s subtle tolerance.
With gentle guidance, he unlocked the ultimate pleasure that previously required threats and coaxing.
By dawn, Su Huan, who had just closed his eyes, suddenly sensed another person entering the room.
Su Huan sat up, arm draped over the second floor railing, his hard muscle lines tapering down into a lean waistline.
Looking down from the second floor bed, the woman’s smile was somewhat stiff, but her trembling gray-blue eyes had a transcendent charm, like an innocent fox spirit—clearly doing nothing, yet that watery allure couldn’t be concealed.
Having only seen her back before, Su Huan discovered this side of Shu Wei for the first time.
From his angle, he could clearly see her body lines.
Her waist was very slim—this he knew better than anyone—standing so primly, yet exuding curvaceous contours.
Unlike Yu Yue, Shu Wei was like a fully bloomed woman, with no soft roundness; every part sharp and striking, dripping with exquisite beauty.
This was, in Su Huan’s two lifetimes combined, the woman he considered the ultimate temptress.
Even the Train Conductor, freshly done with hard work, couldn’t suppress his aesthetic preferences.
His voice carried a low, magnetic huskiness, “If there’s nothing else, I permit this rudeness of yours.”
The woman parted her delicate red lips but said nothing, standing firmly in the room.
Seeing the woman’s reaction, Su Huan’s narrow eyes almost squinted into slits.
Two husky words rolled from his throat.
“Come up.”
Though the usual early morning was enough, with her, the Train Conductor wanted to try something fresh.
Deep blue electric light illuminated the woman’s pale complexion.
Unsuppressible fear crawled into her eyes, “Can we do it another way? As long as the Train Conductor likes it, I can do anything…”
Su Huan sneered, “You asked for it.”
He grabbed the woman’s slender waist and began the morning work.
Within the half-closed door, a cold light suddenly appeared.
Mixed with the woman’s intermittent moans of sorrow.
……
Two hours later, the Train Conductor, full of satisfaction on his face, began the new day’s work.
The Train continued to travel steadily through the Flood at a speed of 5 knots, heading stably toward Xiushui City.
That evening, as the Train Conductor was preparing to sleep, he again felt a smooth tenderness slip into his bedding.
The same gentleness, the same attachment.
After being busy for most of the night, hearing the footsteps downstairs, Su Huan’s eyelids trembled lightly.
He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep again today.
However, as a proud Tier 2 Evolver, working a couple extra days was no big problem for him.
It was just that he inevitably felt some resentment in his heart, and his hands became a bit heavier.
The professional Secretary silently gritted her teeth and endured.
……
The next day, overtime again.
The Train Conductor’s emotion was somewhat gloomy.
His methods also became increasingly harsh.
……
The third day, overtime.
The sixth day, overtime……
The seventh day, the Secretary broke.
The Train Conductor still couldn’t rest.
……
“February 24, water slow.”
“One must appropriately step out of their comfort zone.”
