Chapter 259: Letter From Black Kite
Watching a pretty woman take off her clothes is a kind of enjoyment.
Watching a secretary as cold as ice take off her clothes feels like committing a crime, but the enjoyment doubles.
Watching Shu Wei is enjoying crime.
Su Huan casually walked to Shu Wei’s left side, placing the black tactical tablet on the desk.
Shu Wei felt faintly uneasy.
Part of it came from the complete exposure of her body, and part from the letter from Black Kite.
It was written in Mister Shu’s tone.
It told her to return as soon as possible if nothing was wrong, and if captured, to act as intermediary—Black Kite wanted to negotiate with the armored train.
There were many people at the time, so Shu Wei instinctively kept it hidden.
But privately thinking it over, she felt a bit hesitant.
With the train conductor’s suspicious nature, how would he view this secret letter?
Would the company really negotiate so properly with the armored train?
What if it’s a trap?
Now that she was on the train and had barely gained the train conductor’s trust, if she took this wrong step, neither side would have a place for her.
Thanks to her parents’ status, even if she betrayed Black Kite, her life wouldn’t be in danger, but she’d spend the rest of her life as a caged canary, like Mister Shu’s many lovers before the apocalypse.
Enjoying a life free of material worries, unknowingly turning into a zombie after the apocalypse, or taken by heavenly calamity.
She could bear pain, but she absolutely refused to lose the hope of grasping rights and strength.
Pretending nothing happened was the best choice.
“Why aren’t you changing?”
Su Huan pressed one hand on the tablet, leaned back, sat on the ironing board, and looked up to ask.
Shu Wei’s heart skipped a beat.
Shu Wei adjusted her breathing rhythm, trying not to let him notice anything unusual, and bent down to pick up the military uniform.
Behind her, the train conductor silently curled his lips and casually opened the tablet beside him.
Shu Wei put on the military uniform with trepidation, but Su Huan made no move.
She put on the trench coat jacket and turned around.
Su Huan looked up, a flash of appreciation in his eyes.
The armed corps’ military uniform had few fancy elements, incorporating some old styles.
Excluding underwear, it was a total of six pieces.
Black short sleeve inner layer, army green long pants for the lower body, outermost a knee-length matching trench coat, plus a multi-functional belt, a pair of tactical boots, and a pair of anti-cut gloves.
Overall, just two colors, no fancy decorations.
The only similarity to pre-apocalypse troops was the reserved spots for insignia and arm patches.
(Armored train military uniform schematic)
Shu Wei’s face was naturally cold; wearing this uniform added a wildness out of nowhere.
It made her look very professional, not like a seductive icy beauty.
Su Huan raised the tablet. “Strike a pose.”
Facing the lens, Shu Wei felt extremely awkward all over, but at the boss’s request, she professionally forced a smile.
“I didn’t tell you to smile.”
Shu Wei: “…”
After taking the photo, Su Huan lowered his head to continue swiping the tablet and asked indifferently, “How does it feel?”
Shu Wei moved her body in place. “Good comfort, doesn’t hinder movement.”
“What about the rest?”
Shu Wei glanced at the tablet, suppressed her emotions, cast aside distracting thoughts, recalled the material data from the report form, and said calmly, “The military uniform uses a large amount of Tier 1 material, windproof, waterproof, fireproof, and can stop 9mm handgun bullets…”
Halfway through, Shu Wei’s pupils suddenly contracted.
The train conductor had somehow pulled out a handgun, aimed at her forehead.
“Oh, really?”
Su Huan, with a hint of curiosity, disengaged the safety. “Then let’s test it.”
Sweat beads instantly seeped from Shu Wei’s smooth forehead. If it were anyone else, she’d think it was a joke.
But facing the train conductor, she didn’t dare laugh.
Her cold voice carried seriousness. “But I’d like to remind you, the uniform is bulletproof, my head is not.”
“I’m not stupid.” Su Huan shrugged and put away the handgun. “Next set then.”
Shu Wei didn’t know how many times she cursed inwardly before comforting her pounding heart.
She slowly began taking off the armed corps’ military uniform.
“So slow. Let me help.”
Before she could react, a hand was already on her waist, unbuckling the belt.
The constriction at her waist faded, along with something called a sense of security.
Shu Wei’s hands stiffened in mid-air, afraid to touch Su Huan’s skin.
But under the clothes his palm had passed over, her skin was already pink.
Su Huan didn’t do anything else, instead picking up the clothes.
The combat group’s military uniform was completely different from the armored train’s—entirely black, and only five pieces.
The top and bottom were connected, and tighter than the armed corps’ uniform, with more elastic material, somewhat like Yu Jing’s first version bodysuit, but without so many detailed designs, similar to the tactical bodysuits Shu Wei and the others wore when captured.
Because the combat group would soon be fully equipped with exoskeletons, this closer-fitting uniform was better for wearing them.
The trench coat and gloves were the same standard as the armed corps.
After all, the train’s production capacity was limited now; everything was handmade, no time for custom tailoring.
Su Huan’s eyes showed no lust, seriously helping Shu Wei stuff her two round and slender thighs into the uniform, then zipping from the start, over her exquisite navel, stopping at the back hollow.
Su Huan frowned slightly. “A bit big. Squeeze in.”
“I… myself…”
Shu Wei’s eyes were moist at this moment, pupils dilated, only weakly reacting to Su Huan’s words, her whole body like a large exquisite doll.
One hand gathered her body, the other struggled to zip up.
With one arm around the limp woman, Su Huan fastened the wide armed belt for her.
Though he’d felt it more than once, this slender waist still fascinated him.
After playing with it a bit, he put the final trench coat on her.
Unfortunately, Shu Wei could no longer stand.
“Can’t take a photo like this.”
Su Huan said regretfully.
He looked around, laid her flat on the cutting table, stood up, and took a photo with the tablet.
Her crow-colored long hair spread like satin on the desk; apart from slightly flushed complexion and unfocused eyes, she looked no different.
Looking at the dazed beautiful secretary, Su Huan simply sat down.
The latter came slightly to her senses.
“Don’t you have anything you want to tell me?”
Su Huan asked hauntingly.
Tactical equipment for combat personnel wouldn’t automatically upgrade, let alone fail.
Though he couldn’t understand the hidden information in that system log.
But he could sense Shu Wei’s emotional fluctuations.
She was hiding something.
The train conductor had no evidence, but the train conductor didn’t need evidence.
A superior’s suspicion was enough to support any judgment.
Shu Wei was excellent, whether in her broad understanding of the post-apocalypse world or her outstanding abilities; having her by his side wasted energy but saved time.
Killing such excellent talent outright would be heartbreaking for the train conductor.
But not killing her would leave a thorn in his heart.
The train conductor enjoyed this inner struggle, so he prolonged it until now, slowly baring his fangs.
To Shu Wei, Su Huan’s voice seemed to come from beyond the ninth heaven, distant and vast, echoing layer upon layer in her heart.
It shook her body soft and chilled her depths.
‘Discovered?’
‘How…’
Though her body had fallen, her last bit of will barely allowed her to think.
She steadied herself, wanting to look into the train conductor’s eyes.
The overhead light outlined his contours clearly, but his face was shadowed, his narrow eyes gazing at her hauntingly, mixed with appreciation and killing intent.
The suppression device on her wrist had somehow been placed on the desk.
The terrifying magnetic field covered her like a primordial beast, giving her the illusion of being sniffed by its nose.
‘He discovered it.’
The faint killing intent scraped her neck; Shu Wei plummeted into an abyss.
But her brain was stimulated awake by the icy killing intent.
“My father wants to negotiate with you.”
Su Huan was slightly surprised. “Negotiate?”
The painstakingly zipped zipper was gently pulled open by index finger and thumb; Shu Wei breathed heavily, her snowy chest heaving, easing the pressure from Su Huan’s biological magnetic field.
She could feel Su Huan’s icy fingertips landing on her body like a doctor’s stethoscope.
Each time leaving a pink mark on her skin.
“The armored train will inevitably leave the flood zone. Black Kite, no matter the reason, must formally meet the armored train, but if the armored train has powerful lethal weapons by then, pure combat won’t benefit Black Kite…”
“So what’s his goal?”
“First, to see if the armored train has strength equal to Black Kite’s. Second, whether transactions with the armored train can bring substantial benefits to offset previous losses—the loss of a special operations squad is enough to hurt my father badly.”
Shu Wei clearly stated Mister Shu’s purpose.
Casually spilling some inside info.
Su Huan said nothing, calmly poking her body with his finger.
Shu Wei, expert in human anatomy, could even feel the trembling of corresponding organs.
From bottom to top: small intestine, kidney, liver, lungs… heart.
Su Huan grasped her plump tender heart, suddenly grinning. “Should’ve said earlier. I love making deals.”
But Shu Wei felt no relief.
That killing intent grew denser.
Even so, her body couldn’t muster any strength, feeling her body’s instinctive submission; a bitter smile appeared on Shu Wei’s lips. “In any case, I broke the agreement. Dispose of me as you will.”
Su Huan touched her prominent brow bone, his palm covering her eyes and forehead, mildly saying, “It’s fine. Who doesn’t make mistakes?”
The chill on her chest and loss of vision peaked Shu Wei’s sense of insecurity.
Then she heard the metallic sound unique to firearms.
She felt a heavy object pressing against her forehead through the train conductor’s hand.
Su Huan’s gentle voice drifted into her ear. “This is loaded with full metal jacket bullets. Initial velocity can penetrate an ordinary person’s hand then the skull, but you and I aren’t ordinary people. My next ability might awaken in six seconds. Wanna bet?”
Shu Wei’s heart trembled lightly, pink dazzling.
She knew the train conductor’s madness had flared, and she’d voluntarily put herself in the line of fire.
Clearly the next second she’d be shot in the head, but whether due to Su Huan’s gentle tone or this weird atmosphere, her senses heightened to a terrifying degree.
In her heart, besides fear, there was an irrepressible anticipation.
“Bet on what?”
“Bet if this bullet passes through my hand and stays in your skull.”
“What if I survive?”
“We have fate.”
“Good.”
Shu Wei felt she’d gone mad, actually agreeing to this insane bet.
And deep down, she fully acknowledged it.
Her hands naturally spread to the sides, like a sacrifice placed on an altar.
“It’s starting.”
“Three”
“Two”
“One”
“Bang!”
Shu Wei’s body trembled, then she felt a scalding heat flow onto her brow, brewing in her eye sockets.
‘Am I dead…’
“Alive!”
A huge joy and happiness welled up in her heart.
Su Huan lifted his palm, bullet head lodged in the back of his hand. The woman’s eyes slowly opening in the blood pool were like a blooming other shore flower. He couldn’t suppress his smile anymore; pain and joy in his eyes turned to wild laughter.
“Haha ‘steel bone’, looks like our fate isn’t over yet!”
…
Outside the door.
Xiao Hezi, whispering something to Han Qin, suddenly froze.
She looked up and asked, “Did you hear a sound?”
White Deer’s giggling expression suddenly turned stern, lifting a foot to kick the door, but Giraffe yanked her down.
“Idiot, what are you doing?!”
“Gunshot!”
Giraffe rolled his eyes. “I heard it too, but inside is the train conductor—one finger could crush you.”
“True.”
White Deer thought about it and squatted back down.
Watching the two react dramatically, the two women exchanged a glance and resumed whispering.
“Qin Jie, is what you said true?”
“You like handsome ones yourself, men are the same, but it’s instinct, not heart. Hearts are made of flesh…”
“Then… keep it fresh?”
“Silly, practice more in that area, don’t neglect it…”
“Look at Old He, always with the soldiers, but I never worry. You know…”
…
He Jie, training soldiers, suddenly sneezed.
Looking at the tottering soldiers below with fierce light in his eyes, “Damn it, still cursing me!”
“Looks like you’re not tired enough. Break time ends early. Next, military theory class!”
Goat’s mouth twitched beside him.
These armed soldiers had undergone seven full days of anti-fatigue training.
Except for a hunting lesson in the middle with some raw food, after that no water or rice, yet maintaining high-intensity physical training.
Even Tier 1 Pangtu was struggling a bit.
Those ordinary evolver soldiers had dazed brains now; theory class?
They definitely wouldn’t listen, but punishment was certain.
Class needed an open space.
Soldiers dragged their exhausted bodies to chop trees and clear the open space.
Some fell asleep while chopping, got kicked awake by the officer, continued chopping, continued sleeping.
Mongoose’s internal injuries were gradually healing; his condition was much better than others.
Over a dozen moved the large stone under He Jie’s feet to the center of the open space.
These seven days, He Jie hadn’t left this stone.
Whatever needed doing, he made the soldiers below handle it.
Almost everyone’s shoulders had thick calluses.
Seeing everyone stand there and fall asleep, He Jie smiled sinisterly. “Before class, good news: special training is almost over.”
Three seconds passed.
The exhausted crowd, like marionettes, reflexively clapped.
The applause was enthusiastic, but eyes unopened, some not even knowing He Jie’s direction.
“Last day, no intensity. Theory class for you. Before class… Qu Hang.”
“Here!”
Qu Hang appeared silently at the side of the group.
“Go get some food.”
Qu Hang was stunned.
He Jie winked. “Canned meat!”
