Chapter 52: This Is The Protagonist You Chose?
Seeing Yu Yue’s nervous appearance, Su Huan’s gaze flickered, but he didn’t speak, instead pulling her waist even tighter.
“As long as we’re on the carriage, no one can harm me.”
The calm voice carried unparalleled confidence.
Like a divine needle stabilizing the sea, it plunged into the raging waves, dispelling the unease in Yu Yue’s heart.
Su Huan led her striding forward.
Before they even approached the car door, Old San’s irritable voice came over, “Bullshit, I see you little bastard have no good intentions, the train conductor hasn’t come back, why the hell are you locking the door?!”
Su Huan’s mouth corner lifted slightly as he pushed open the car door.
He saw the three brothers holding guns forcing a group of people into the corner, with Scarface at the forefront.
Seeing Su Huan arrive, Old San quickly called out, “Everyone else ran forward, but this kid led a group backward, I felt something was off and hurried to follow.”
Seeing Su Huan, the Scarface man’s complexion grew even uglier as he hurriedly defended, “I wanted to come support the train conductor, you’re slandering me without distinguishing right from wrong.”
Su Huan ignored him, instead turning his gaze to Yu Yue in his arms and softly asking, “Is it him?”
Yu Yue’s ears twitched, and she nodded vigorously.
“If I didn’t hear wrong, it’s this voice.”
The moment he heard this, cold sweat dripped from Scarface’s forehead; he had dealt with Gao Zhe, so how could he not know what was happening.
This woman had actually awakened to become an evolver!
“Bang!”
A muffled sound came from behind, and the Night Demon’s body hanging on the door of the penultimate carriage shook.
Su Huan sensed something and turned his head.
The Night Demon’s emaciated corpse was torn in half from the middle by a terrifying force.
The mangled body fell to both sides, with viscous blood pulling into threads.
A tall headless figure stood behind the door, its shoulders splitting open to reveal a pitch-black human head inside, scarlet eyes piercing through the blood threads and two car doors, squarely meeting Su Huan’s gaze.
If he evolved a few more tiers, he might see the emotion in those human eyes, which should be called… disappointment.
“This is the protagonist you wanted to choose?” Su Huan’s tone carried faint regret.
He had recognized it when he saw the bone sword in the opponent’s hand.
A Tier 1 zombie transformed from a Defender, the Butcher.
This kind of zombie mutated from an evolver would soon enter the second stage.
But the corpse armor on its body hadn’t formed, clearly the mutation had also failed, stuck in a stage of gene collapse.
If losing reason and turning into a zombie was the first death.
Then gene collapse meant losing all possibilities.
There was no Gao Zhe in this world anymore, only an ordinary Butcher, no different from the butchers, Night Demons, or ordinary zombies outside.
He had lost his reason and thoughts, lost his unique mark in this world.
The Butcher began to charge, and the metal door that could withstand the Night Demon’s impact was instantly hacked through.
Su Huan’s face remained unruffled.
He withdrew his hand and pressed a switch in his pocket.
“Bang!”
The carriage connection of the last carriage suddenly exploded, forcibly severing its connection to the rest of the train.
The derailed carriage, using inertia, swept toward the zombie tide on both sides of the railway track.
The zombies there were very satisfied with the train conductor’s gift, remaining silent.
The Butcher flicked its bone whip, penetrating the car door in front and jamming it firmly, trying to hold back the four-thousand-ton steel dragon with its flesh and blood.
Of course, it was a courageous choice.
But like the obstructing butcher, it was a brainless choice.
The train didn’t even tremble, dragging the Butcher behind like a stray dead dog.
Its body intimately rubbed against the hard ballast and railway track.
Bone fragments flew everywhere.
Watching the wretched Butcher, Su Huan felt a bit reluctant, a mix of disappointment and absurdity making him want to laugh.
“This is the one you chose, the protagonist to replace me?”
Though it was a questioning tone, it sent a chill from the bottom of everyone’s hearts amid the heat.
Su Huan turned around and shoved the submachine gun into Scarface’s hands, “Go, take him out.”
Old San frowned, glanced at Su Huan, and hesitated to speak.
Scarface subconsciously glanced at the old man behind him, then at the Butcher being dragged behind, his face flickering uncertainly.
Su Huan had already discovered he was a traitor.
The zombified Gao Zhe was no longer important; the key was Su Huan wouldn’t let him live.
Realizing this, Scarface’s face suddenly turned ferocious as he swung the muzzle toward Su Huan’s forehead, “Go die!”
“Click click click…”
A jamming sound rang out.
“Sorry, I forgot the bullets were used up.”
Su Huan apologized insincerely.
Behind him, Old San’s mouth twitched; this guy was black from head to toe.
“Pfft!”
Scarface incredulously looked at his chest, where a ferocious bone spike had pierced his chest cavity.
His body was suddenly yanked back, slamming into the car door.
The Butcher tenaciously climbed up, though its appearance was miserable, both legs severed at the root, and the bone sword in its other hand broken.
Only this bone whip remained intact.
It crawled forward on the ground like a grub.
It seemed Gao Zhe wasn’t the protagonist, nor was he the villain.
Reality wasn’t a novel; roles couldn’t be swapped.
“Remember to bring the corpse back.”
Su Huan waved his hand listlessly and turned to walk forward.
The three brothers immediately held nothing back, pouring armor-piercing rounds and high-explosive rounds into the Butcher in less than ten seconds.
Its pitch-black head was beaten into a pile of mush.
The muzzle flashes from the bullets illuminated Su Huan’s face flickering.
He glanced faintly at the old man hiding at the very back, who was also looking at him with a calm gaze, unclear if it was feigned or if he had truly lived enough.
Su Huan’s lip corner lifted, “A motley crew, laughable.”
High-voltage electricity surged from under their feet.
Several people instantly rolled their eyes, fell to the ground, and stopped breathing.
Yu Yue trotted over, picked up the dropped hummingbird submachine gun from the ground, and obediently handed it to Su Huan.
Su Huan shook his head, “You hold onto it.”
Soon, the three brothers dragged the Butcher’s corpse back.
Su Huan pressed another button.
Accompanied by the explosion, the last battered green-skinned carriage also rolled away.
It wasn’t that explosions were cooler; rather, the moving train couldn’t disconnect the rear carriages conventionally, so Su Huan had long ago instructed Xiao Ba to pack these bombs into the metal connection devices.
Not just these two carriages; bombs were placed in all except the latest eight hydrogen-powered train carriages.
The train’s speed increased.
Ordinary zombies could hardly climb anymore, with only some Night Demons prowling on the roof.
Several people moved forward, clearing along the way.
To prevent these ordinary carriages from being too severely damaged by zombies.
They soon arrived at the front carriage.
