Chapter 93: What Su Really Needs
Old San beside him kept a straight face, his gaze somewhat eerie. The train conductor had just spoken too fluently, too vividly. In that instant, he even had the illusion of standing at Captain He’s doorway, where the one raising a gun in encirclement wasn’t Captain He, but a sorrowful wife with two children…
The door lock sound interrupted Old San’s fantasy.
A man walked out empty-handed.
About 1.8 meters tall, skin somewhat dark, bulletproof vest removed, wearing a dark green short sleeve inside, with bandaging marks on his lower abdomen, right shoulder, and right arm.
Like that Iron Rain 14.5, cold and hard, rough, yet carrying an explosive sense of strength.
Pupils like obsidian scorched by fire, gleaming with eerie cold light. His line of sight swept across everyone’s faces before landing on Su Huan’s face.
He rasped, “No one can touch my wife.”
Old San’s fine hair stood on end all over his body. Reacting, he stepped forward angrily and viciously said, “You wanna act tough again?”
Captain He glanced at him. A guy who wasn’t even an evolver—if it weren’t for the opponent’s heavy firepower, he wouldn’t even bother with him.
He didn’t respond at all, just stared at Su Huan.
Su Huan placed his palm on Old San’s shoulder, opened his other hand with a smile, and said, “Just giving an example. No one can touch your wife, after all, you’re still alive, aren’t you?”
After speaking, he gave a look to Liang Kuan beside him.
The latter lowered his gun and stepped forward to frisk him.
Among them, Liang Kuan had the highest evolutionary degree. Even if Captain He had other ideas, he couldn’t possibly take down Liang Kuan in one move right in front of him. If Old San and the others went to frisk him, it wasn’t certain.
Captain He understood Su Huan’s implicit threat. He stood still and let this man, who was two sizes more robust than him, pat him down thoroughly with his fan-like big hands.
“Only a handgun, nothing else.” Liang Kuan stepped back two steps and said.
Su Huan looked calmly at Captain He. “I follow the principle of using people without doubt and doubting people without using them. I won’t arrange any means for you. I also hope Captain He keeps a clear head. According to the Steel Council’s standards, when the entire team is wiped out and you can’t produce any valid evidence, it’s already considered desertion.”
“Of course, I believe you have ways to make up for these, but even if you bring me and those weapons back, it won’t make up for the board of directors’ trust in you, right?”
Captain He looked deeply at Su Huan.
This man really understood the company’s situation well.
Because he said “board of directors” instead of director.
Nowadays, the Qinggang Industrial board of directors was divided into three factions, vying for power, and they wouldn’t miss this great opportunity to strike at the opposing faction.
“I have only one request: guarantee the safety of my wife and child.”
“You don’t have the qualification to negotiate terms with me right now. I’ll handle saving your family, but I won’t guarantee success.”
Su Huan flatly refused.
One after another wanting to negotiate terms with him—if he agreed, how could he lead this team?
Besides, who could guarantee success in saving people?
After hesitating for a moment, Captain He nodded.
When everyone went out, dense gunshots were already ringing outside the door.
Lu Xiao’s subordinates had suffered heavy losses. Counting himself, only five people were left, all now blocking the surrounding zombie tide surging up.
Jiang Rong’s subordinates had only one man left.
That clever woman had been sniped with one shot while driving.
Obviously, the driver’s cabin restricted her tactical movements.
Combined with Yu Yue’s long-range support, the group actually held on, with two tier 1 zombie corpses on the ground.
Lu Xiao’s condition was even worse than before, not like he had been treated, but like he had been tortured.
The two groups fought from morning to afternoon, to a stalemate, and finally merged into one.
Except for the dead who might have objections, everyone else was happy.
Su Huan gained the future “guns and cannons master” and also military training instructor Captain He.
The Steel Conference unknowingly lost one of its arms.
Captain He also gained new teammates.
……
Dragging the last corpse back, Xiao Ba closed the car door and tried his best to restore the dents to intact.
“Clang.”
The piece of “metal raincoat” floating above also fell down.
Dragging the corpses back to carriage 3, Wan Xing was sitting at her exclusive workstation, her expression carrying lingering fatigue. Seeing Xiao Ba return, she still mustered her spirits, “Is it resolved?”
Xiao Ba pinched the rainwater splashed on his hair tips, “Resolved, but pretty tricky.”
With a wave of his hand, four or five firearms and various weapons and ammunition behind him all fell down, placed on the table nearby.
Wan Xing said in a daze, “You picked them back up too?”
“Su needs these things a lot.”
……
At 3:20, the convoy returned to the train carrying an entire armory of ammunition.
But the train’s appearance was somewhat tragic.
Especially the front of the train part, with many dense bullet wounds added, and blast marks at the car door area, metal twisted and deformed.
Following Su Huan into the carriage, Captain He knew White Dog and the others had failed.
The dog team was completely wiped out today…
Wiped out is fine too; he had long been annoyed by the damn name dog team.
But this thing wasn’t decided by him, but by that instructor’s damn malicious fun during training.
Greyhound, White Dog and them at least sounded understandable; he himself was called Old Dog!
Normally, subordinates didn’t dare call him this nickname, knowing he disliked it, and generally used “head” instead.
But the other captains didn’t indulge him, calling him Old Dog, Old Dog.
Of course, those damn nicknames weren’t much better either—just the pot calling the kettle black.
Upon entering carriage 3, Captain He’s brow twitched sharply, his line of sight instinctively shifting to the corner of the carriage, to a wheelchair-bound… boy?
Captain He was stunned for a moment, carefully sizing up Qi Xiao Ba. Though there were some bloodstains on his face, he looked just over ten years old.
Indeed a boy, but what was with this instinctive sense of threat?
“You’re injured?”
Su Huan’s brows furrowed.
Qi Xiao Ba touched the dried bloodstains on his face, his eyes clear and calm, “Not my blood. One person’s ability was very similar to yours, Su. He suddenly exploded at the end.”
Captain He behind him inhaled sharply. Forcing a tier 1 “energy charging expert” to self-destruct—what kind of monster was this kid?
He knew Su Huan might have left a backup on the train, but he didn’t expect it to be this tough.
His line of sight shifted to the woman nearby. Though this woman seemed to be an evolver too, she was the complete opposite of that boy, almost devoid of presence, with a thin face and slightly pointed chin, sitting there as if she could blend into the darkness at any moment.
And White Dog and their corpses were neatly placed at the woman’s feet.
The wound positions on their bodies were extremely tricky, all at armpits, throats, heads, and such, like they had encountered cold weapon close combat.
What exactly had White Dog’s group encountered?
Guns in hand turned into fire pokers?
Deep confusion flashed in Captain He’s eyes.
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