Armed Train in the Apocalypse

”Train Captain.”

Even though this man had no identification on him.

Everyone’s mind came up with that title at the same time.

”Seems you’ve really misunderstood me.”

Su Huan’s lips almost curled up to his ears, but in his half-lowered eyes flashed a raptor-like chill.

The bald man asked with a grave expression, ”I don’t know why the Train Captain stopped us?”

A man’s name is like a tree’s shadow.

When Su Huan was still far away in Xiaohe, he had scoffed at him.

But when Su Huan swept through Xinma right under his eyelids, the fear in his heart was heavier than anyone else present.

You know your own situation best; the Fuyuan Convoy as a whole was weaker than Xinma County, not to mention they’d been forcibly lumped together, riddled with internal problems. Forget sweeping Xinma in half an hour—give him half a month and he might still not take it.

Of the Four, Fuyuan was the weakest by far!

Faced with the overwhelming aura of the Train Captain, he naturally had no confidence.

”I heard the Scavenger Market opens today, but I just arrived and you’re all leaving—what’s that supposed to mean?”

The clear, cool voice didn’t need to shout to carry across the entire field; every word pressed into everyone’s eardrums like a branding iron.

The Pan Energy in the entire area began to boil, as if a pump were madly drawing it all together and funneling it into that crouched figure on the train’s front.

The Evolvers present couldn’t directly perceive the flow of Pan Energy, but they could feel that with Su Huan at the center, a heavy sense of oppression had shrouded the whole area.

The four hyenas bared their teeth, backs to each other, heads facing Su Huan, paws unconsciously retreating step by step.

’Tier Two, definitely Tier Two!’

Old Xie howled inwardly; the hyenas had only ever been like this twice.

The first time was when they’d run into a Tier Two Evolution Beast in the west, the other was when Black Kite’s Tier Two had struck and killed.

And now, this was the third time.

Seeing his old partner’s questioning look, Old Xie gave a subtle shake of his head.

He wasn’t the only one who’d noticed; the bald man also felt something was off. They had clearly come here together, but so far he was the only one talking, and Black Kite’s convoy had vanished as if into thin air.

The bald man simmered with anger. ”It’s not like the Train Captain doesn’t know—we’re just doing preliminary clearing for the base-city, it’s not like we ran away!”

”Didn’t run? Good if you didn’t run.”

Su Huan’s expression suddenly relaxed, his smile seeming much more sincere, except that terrifying aura on him didn’t show the slightest sign of withdrawing.

”You all know our Armed Train. We don’t like fighting and killing, so we’re not getting involved in any base-city business. Coming here, we just wanted to use the market as an excuse to do a little trade with you.”

Su Huan said with a smile.

According to Wen Biao’s description, the remaining living talents in all of Zhijin were split into two blocks—one in the Weinan District, and one in the hands of the major factions.

He had flattened Xinma, and besides getting Dean Zhou and the others, he’d dug over forty more out of the other factions—almost equal in number to Dean Zhou’s group.

This result directly gave the Train Captain a new idea.

The remaining batch of academic talents would require him to personally go into Zhijin to find them, and there was no telling how many were left.

But Black Kite, Jinfeng Peak and the others were right in front of him.

So he’d simply blocked their convoys.

Hearing this, everyone’s expressions shifted again and again.

That crap about not liking to fight and kill—no one believed a word of it.

But the Armed Train really had mostly been doing trades in Xinma County; they basically never turned anyone away. Even around them there were Scavengers who went over to do business with the train.

Yet a hint of suspicion flashed in the Jinfeng Peak chairman’s eyes. What kind of trade couldn’t be done inside the market?

Why did he have to block them here?

He simply asked, ”I wonder what kind of trade the Train Captain wants to make?”

A sharp light flashed in Su Huan’s eyes. ”I heard that at the start of the apocalypse, you all gathered up quite a few teachers and students. As long as their education level is high and their skill level is good, the Armed Train will take as many as you have. Various payment methods, better prices for bigger quantities.”

Though it sounded polite, all the leaders simultaneously felt like someone was poaching their assets.

”Our Black Star Convoy doesn’t have many teachers.”

A young man in a leather jacket stood on the front of a vehicle and said coldly. Beside him stood a plump man sharing his hostility; the brown leather jacket on him barely did up three buttons across his bulk.

It was Li Xinlong and Pang Ke.

Hearing this, Jiang Rong’s heart in the carriage sank straight to the bottom.

This kind of provocation could be a big deal or nothing at all—it all depended on the Train Captain’s mood.

But she only had this one relative and didn’t dare gamble.

Just as she was about to rush out, she heard the Train Captain let out a soft ”Huh.”

Su Huan narrowed his eyes. For some reason, Li Xinlong’s face gave him a strange sense of familiarity, especially the features.

He knew about the Black Star Convoy; both Wen Biao and Big Goose had described the faction from different angles.

They’d made their start in Changxing County, flourished in the ruins of Xiaohe City, and their overt strength rivaled the ”Four.”

After searching his mind for a long time, Su Huan was sure he’d never met this young man about his own age before.

”Not many, so there are some, then?”

Li Xinlong snapped in rage and shock, ”How could I possibly sell my own people to you?!”

”I’ll pay more.”

Su Huan said carelessly.

”How is this any different from armed robbery?”

Li Xinlong voiced what everyone present was thinking.

”Exactly. How could scavenging yourself ever be faster than robbing?”

Su Huan’s brows danced as he looked at him like he was a plump little lamb.

Li Xinlong clenched his fists tight. Even though he had mentally rehearsed this scene many times, the moment Su Huan’s ink-dark eyes swept over him, a vast terror shrouded his heart.

He didn’t dare give rise to the slightest thought of resistance!