Chapter 46: Three Brothers
Does Su Huan fear death?
Without a doubt, he fears it quite a bit.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be thinking of building an iron shell to hide inside.
But just like those genes that become restless and unstable due to constant evolution in the apocalypse, madness is already the underlying tone engraved in everyone’s genes.
Caution and madness, chaos and order intertwine in every person.
Just like how Su Huan enjoys the momentary calm amid the clinking cracking sound in the kitchen in the afternoon, he also craves the passion of the wind violently whipping past his ears when speeding the motorcycle to 120km/h on the roof of a vehicle.
He has always believed that he has preserved his humanity very well.
Writing logbooks, paying attention to time, loving gourmet food, staying optimistic, and talking to himself when there’s really no one to talk to…
But the moment the engine roars, when that itch deep in his bones that is hard to suppress surges up.
He realizes that he might have gone mad long ago.
Mad in some endless acid rain day, in a pile of cold corpse bones.
Or maybe not, perhaps on some soft body.
Who knows.
“Bang!”
Another butcher emerged from the street side, its tall body carrying a road sign.
Looking at the steel pipe swinging down from mid-air, even a graze could smash him into meat paste.
He didn’t stop his wild thoughts in his mind.
A sickly smile still on the corner of his mouth.
“I’m in a hurry.”
Feeling the wind pressure stirred up by the road sign, Su Huan twisted the throttle all the way with his right hand, advancing instead of retreating.
The supercharger emitted a howl even more terrifying than the corpse roar, and the speed surged again.
The silver motorcycle was like a bolt of lightning, charging directly to the front of the sedan, using the inclined surface like a springboard to leap high into the air.
Perfectly dodging the road sign in the butcher’s hand.
“Boom!”
The road sign slammed onto the front of the vehicle, and the sedan instantly caved in like a biscuit box.
The butcher looked down with a weird smile on its face.
Hmm?
None?!
A hint of human-like astonishment appeared on the fat face.
Struggling to turn its head, it saw that silver rat already running farther and farther away on the roof of the vehicle.
The butcher roared angrily and dragged the road sign forward in pursuit.
If time wasn’t so tight.
Su Huan really wanted to praise this butcher’s taste; he had always thought that the road sign was the most suitable weapon for a butcher, whether in terms of length or striking feel.
However, regarding the other party’s choice to chase him, Su Huan held no hope.
If it were a nimble type like a night demon or blood hound, it could still give chase, but a butcher? Forget it.
That over two-meter body moving wouldn’t be much faster than an 80-year-old old woman.
……
Inside the fire truck.
Three people silently squatted in the carriage; the ground was a bit cooler than the chairs.
They had been busy for several days before finding a chance to climb onto this fire truck, planning to rest a bit and then drive away.
A dull voice sounded from the leftmost one.
“I’m going out to use the toilet.”
“I advise you not to go out; if you’re bitten by a zombie, even if you’re my own brother, I won’t open the door for you then.”
“Talking nonsense; why don’t you advise the zombies not to bite me.”
The man irritably retorted, but didn’t get off the vehicle immediately; instead, he cautiously opened the car window and peeked outside a few times.
A buzzing sound came from far to near.
The sound entered the carriage, and the three were instantly stunned, scrambling to their feet and hiding by the car window to quietly look outside.
They saw a silver motorcycle speeding over from the distance.
The three men looked at each other.
Old Er, “This is a living person!”
Old San, holding in his urine, was a bit irritable, “Bullshit, zombies can’t ride vehicles.”
Old Er, “I thought all the living people outside were dead.”
Old Da pulled up the hem of his short sleeve and wiped his face, saying viciously, “If he’s just passing by, ignore him. If he’s here to rob supplies, take him down. Let’s go, get the weapons.”
……
Su Huan kept choosing to walk in the middle of the road.
Because Night Demons, this kind of zombie, prefer to appear in dark places.
Too scorching sunlight will make the eyes on their bodies uncomfortable.
General Energy Perception turned to maximum, Su Huan confirmed the direction from the roof of an SUV. Several brightly colored red fire trucks were stopped in the middle of the street, without even a bit of room to move.
He twisted the throttle, slid down from the vehicle, and conveniently smashed a corpse pupa by the roadside.
Before the zombie that was evolving inside could react, the rear wheel smashed heavily onto his body, making a squelching sound.
Just like crushing a stinking bug.
Moving along the gaps in the vehicles, stopping intermittently, and taking out a few more Zombies that didn’t know better, Su Huan finally arrived beside the fire truck.
He casually parked the motorcycle on someone else’s car roof. Su Huan jumped down and approached the fire truck.
There were a total of three fire trucks trapped on the street, exactly corresponding to three categories for different situations.
Water tank fire truck, that is, for firefighting, generally carries water cannon and hoses, a large amount of purified water.
Aerial ladder fire truck, specially designed for high altitude rescue.
Before the apocalypse, there was still a video of using a water cannon to blast someone who wanted to jump off a building back.
Finally, the rescue-style fire truck, equipped with a sealed medical cabin, independent power supply equipment, and a set of demolition tools.
These three vehicles together can be said to be an excellent survival fortress in the apocalypse.
Moreover, the professional level is definitely much stronger than that of the armored train.
If it weren’t for the Butcher’s things that could still evolve, Su Huan might even have the idea of forming a convoy.
Just as he was about to approach the driver’s cabin, Su Huan’s footsteps paused, then resumed smoothly again.
Muttering in his mouth, “The car window isn’t even closed. Looks like they left in a hurry.”
As soon as he approached, three dark muzzles protruded from the car window, and three heads that looked extremely similar huddled behind the car door, staring at him coldly.
The one in the middle, with a gloomy expression, asked, “Brother, what are you doing?”
Su Huan glanced at the metal carriage, immediately raised his hands, showing embarrassment and fear on his face, “An ordinary survivor, came out to find some supplies, please show mercy, big brothers.”
That man’s complexion eased quite a bit. “Since you’re just passing by, then go farther away. Don’t get any ideas about this vehicle.”
Su Huan frowned inwardly.
At first, he only wanted the gun on the train, but now he wants both the train and the gun.
How can we not be captured by them and taken onto the vehicle?
Just as he was about to find some excuse, he heard the man next to him curse, “It’s all bullshit. There’s a store right across. If you want supplies, why not go there? Why drill into the middle of the street?”
The other two people reacted immediately upon hearing this, opened the car door and looked around left and right, then yanked Su Huan onto the vehicle.
But he didn’t notice the relieved expression on Su Huan’s face.
In the narrow carriage, Su Huan was pointed at by three muzzles. The difference was that the one asking the questions had become that irritable-talking man.
These three men look very much alike. If it weren’t for their different clothes, he really wouldn’t be able to tell them apart.
“Are you from out of town or local?”
“They followed the train and escaped from the south.”
The few of them exchanged a glance, not expecting that they had actually dug up some information.
There’s actually a train in the apocalypse?!
The muzzle of the gun in his hand subconsciously lowered a bit.
Old Da hurriedly asked, “What train? Is it a rescue organized by the government?”
