My Doomsday Train

Twenty seconds later.

“Hmm.”

That Level 8 zombie had already vanished without a trace. Only a sky full of flesh and blood mixed with blood slowly fell to the ground. Not even a complete piece of minced meat remained; it was as if it had been thrown into a meat grinder, completely chewed to pieces.

Chen Mang's expression was serious as he looked at the various data flashing on the control panel. The train's special skill, "Death Spin," activated by the Level 50 car blades and Level 50 drill, had no problem killing a Level 8 monster. The damage was sufficient.

It just couldn't kill it instantly; it would take a little more time.

The resistance was roughly equivalent to the flesh wall barrier in the "Kunlun Mountains" area's exclusive blood-and-flesh train adventure map, but a bit weaker.

Moreover, this Level 8 zombie was relatively small. If it were any bigger, it would take even more time to kill, but it could still be killed.

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"Corrosive liquid spray detected on the mecha."

"Mechanical nano-spiders are ready for production at any time."

"Armor Level 5 super effect: Immunity to corrosion from liquids, mists, swamps, etc."

"Armor undamaged."

"External speaker integrity: 22%. Powerful magnet damage: 19%."

"Mechanical nano-spiders are repairing."

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Having lost that Level 8 zombie, the tide of corpses was basically just a bunch of stragglers. The Doomsday Machine Gun precisely cleared out a dozen Level 6 zombies, and the remaining zombie maniacs had already jumped off the carriages to meet the enemy.

This green-grade "Armor" was really useful, but its only drawback was that it could only protect the train.

Components such as the "External Speaker" and "Powerful Magnet" mounted on the armor could not be protected.

This was not as good as an energy shield, which could completely protect these external components.

This led to—

Almost every time he fought, the speakers and powerful magnets would be damaged. Fortunately, the level was high enough that even life-type components had a certain amount of defense, so they wouldn't be directly destroyed; they were always damaged and could be repaired by mechanical nano-spiders.

But it was always like this, which made him a little exasperated.

That Level 8 zombie had traveled a long way to bring him a green-grade component blueprint.

"Single-Soldier Flamethrower Production Line."

Not bad.

A single-soldier weapon that could be used in some combat environments was better than nothing. He had never thought of selling blueprints; even the most garbage blueprint would be crafted by him to see what the super-model effect was.

Selling it would be a pure waste.

If he could use it, the train crew could use it. If the train crew couldn't use it, they would eventually be able to use it sooner or later.

“Hmm?”

Just then—

Chen Mang suddenly noticed a train speeding away in the opposite direction, and the information displayed on the target-seeking radar was "Raging Bull," the one who was in competition with him. He smiled and didn't chase after it.

“So scary, so scary.”

Inside the Raging Bull train, the man was fleeing quickly with a face full of fear. Someone had just told him the coordinates of the Stellar train, and he happened to be nearby, so he rushed over excitedly!

A Level 6 train!

Dared to compete with his Level 8 train for the tobacco business!

It simply didn't want to live.

If he didn't teach it a lesson, it wouldn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!

Then—

As soon as he arrived, he saw a scene that shocked him extremely. That Stellar train fucking, fucking, fucking started spinning!

Not as an adjective, but really spinning!

Instantly killing a Level 8 zombie boss.

Good.

Originally, he wanted the Stellar train to see how the "Raging" in Raging Bull was written, but now there was no need for the other party to see it. He just needed to hurry up and escape. Coincidentally, he suddenly forgot how to write the word "Raging."

He ran wildly for more than ten minutes.

Seeing that the Stellar train had no intention of chasing him.

The man finally felt a chill down his spine and was covered in cold sweat. He took a long sigh of relief, and his hands couldn't help but tremble slightly. He thanked that zombie. If that zombie hadn't tested the waters for him, he should already be buried in the ground, right?

He remembered that there was also a train in the train radio that was scolding the Stellar train along with him, and they were scolding very dirty.

It was called "Second Dimension Train."

He was just about to find this train on the leaderboard to tell the other party not to provoke the Stellar train, because the Stellar train could instantly kill Level 8 zombies, but... after searching the leaderboard for a long time, he couldn't find the existence of the "Second Dimension Train" at all.

“Gone?”

Soon, a shocking possibility emerged in the man's mind. Could it be that the Second Dimension Train had already gone to find the Stellar train and then died at the hands of the Stellar train?

But he remembered that the Second Dimension Train belonged to the "Libra" organization, and several trains had come with him.

He searched the leaderboard again for those trains.

Got it.

Without exception, they were all gone.

This matter was serious. The Stellar train was more exaggerated and outrageous than he had imagined.

“…”

The man slumped in his chair, his expression uncertain, and then gritted his teeth and sent many sentences in the train radio chat box.

"Raging Bull Train": Train captain of the Stellar Train, I was wrong. I shouldn't have insulted you some time ago. I was blinded by greed at the time. Just let me go, I…

"Raging Bull Train": “…”

He sent seven or eight messages of begging for mercy and admitting his mistakes in a row.

Although this was a bit embarrassing, everyone saw it.

But there was no way.

He couldn't get a reply from the Stellar train captain's private chat, which prevented him from continuing to chat privately and contacting the other party. He could only speak in the train radio. He now only hoped that the other party could see the message he sent and write off the matter between the two. He was a little scared…

But he wasn't sure if the other party could see it.

He decided to send a few messages from time to time to ensure that the other party could definitely see it.

Soon—

Many people in the train radio chat room asked what had happened, and some train captains who usually had a good relationship with him privately asked him what was wrong. He didn't reply in the train radio chat room, but replied to those who privately chatted with him.

Only one sentence.

“He's very fierce, I can't beat him.”

Straightforward and concise.

Indeed fierce, what else could he do besides admitting defeat?

Chen Mang didn't care about this little episode at all, but controlled the Stellar train to return to the Level 3 iron ore again and started today's mining.

I have to say.

The residents had already been trained. When they saw a tide of corpses rushing towards the train from a distance, including a zombie more than ten meters tall, not even a few people stopped the work in their hands, and there was no fear on their faces.

They just worked while looking up at the zombies in the distance, their eyes full of curiosity.

The stellar achievements of the Star Train have instilled a high degree of trust in the residents.

Chen Mang glanced at the residents bustling outside the train car. After stretching his muscles, he got up and walked to the "Combat Training Virtual Space" to try out the Resident Evil map.

Although the train conductor doesn't need extremely high overall physical fitness,

a little higher wouldn't hurt.

He also had a mecha dream; he wanted to take that thing for a spin.

As the four words "Resident Evil" in front of him dissipated into white dots, a familiar scene appeared. Although it was his first time entering this map, he had watched Biaozi clear it many times.

A slowly ascending elevator.

The flickering lights inside the elevator.

"Bang."

The next moment, a heavy object fell from the top of the elevator, accompanied by the roar of a monster. The elevator also got stuck between the 7th and 8th floors.

Chen Mang looked down at his palms. The sense of realism was very strong, feeling no different from reality. He kicked the elevator door open, picked up a steel pipe from the side, inserted it into the gap, pried open the elevator door, and gracefully landed on the seventh floor.

His training in the combat training virtual space these days had yielded some results.

His movements were more agile.

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"Bang!"

After finding a fire axe, opening the fire escape door, and smashing a zombie's head with the fire axe in his hand, Chen Mang suddenly smiled. He wiped the sticky, foul-smelling blood splattered on his cheek, weighed the fire axe in his hand, and charged in again!

It had been a long time since he had experienced the pleasure of personally killing zombies!

How should he put it?

Compared to slaughtering zombies with machine guns, he felt more experience and more fun.

"Hmm."

Old Zhu stood in the refrigerator, looking at the few decaying corpses in front of him. After hesitating for a while, he looked up at Xiao Ai beside him: "Ai-zong, do we still need to find a forensic doctor for this?"

In the laboratory of the "Earth's Core Nuclear Bomb" adventure map, they brought out the corpses of several human researchers who had committed suicide. Mang-ye asked them to find out if any of the residents had been forensic doctors to estimate the time of death of these corpses.

But whether it was the monsters personally killed by Biaozi and others in the map,

or the corpses of these researchers,

they began to decay rapidly after being brought out of the map, until they turned into mummies, looking like they had been dead for at least a few thousand years.

"Mang-ye said it's not necessary."

Xiao Ai shook her head: "Let you continue to classify the more than 1900 survivors."

"Alright."

Old Zhu nodded and strode towards Car 11. He needed to record the pre-apocalyptic occupation and special skills of each of the 1900+ survivors into files. It might not be used immediately, but in case certain talents were needed in the future, they could be directly retrieved from the database.

"Resident number 1998."

Inside Car 11, Old Zhu sat at a table with a few clerical staff, with a few guards standing behind him. He looked at the burly man in front of him and casually said: "Pre-apocalyptic occupation, any special skills?"

Behind the strong man was a long line of people.

Next to him was a mechanical eye. All the information collected today would be collected by the mechanical eye and recorded into Ai-zong's database, which could be retrieved at any time.

Old Zhu still needed to do the questioning himself.

After all, many people don't actually know what their special skills are. This requires guidance and discovery.

"I used to do funeral arrangements. We need to build sheds for funerals there. I was the team leader, and I never lost a shed competition."

"Shed competition?"

The strong man nodded cautiously, then took a deep breath and suddenly slammed his head into the table, making a dull thud. The man raised his head again, and blood flowed down quickly from the top of his head.

"We have to perform hardcore stunts when building sheds there, such as smashing beer bottles with our heads, smashing light tubes with our backs, piercing flesh with steel needles, and crane centipedes."

"I used to be a thug on the previous train."

"What is a crane centipede?"

"It's piercing eight steel rings on the back, then using steel cables to thread through the steel rings and then hanging in the air with a crane."

"."

Old Zhu was silent and didn't speak. The table looked like a steel table made by Mang-ye, the solid kind. This guy was a bit of a tiger. Then he recorded the person's number and special skills in his notebook before saying, "Next."

"Number 1999"

The mechanical eye will record it.

He would also record some special talents in his notebook.

"I..." A rather handsome man walked up from the crowd, cautiously saying, "Zhu-chechang, I was a novelist before the apocalypse, writing novels. I can write almost all types of novels except for supernatural novels."

"Special skills?"

"I can write 20,000 words a day."

Old Zhu silently recorded it again: "Write a beginning of a new novel for me to see in the next two days."

Residents need some entertainment to combine work and rest. If the novel is good, he can just have this guy write novels every day in the future. After writing, let the residents read it, which can also be considered entertainment.

He doesn't have to do anything every day, just be responsible for writing 20,000 words.

This kid is quite handsome.

"Next, number 2000."

A girl with a height of about 1.55 meters walked up, nervously saying: "I was a resident singer in a bar before the apocalypse, and I can sing."

"Sing a section."

The girl took a deep breath, cleared her throat, and then mustered up the courage to start singing.

"Clap your hands up."

"The loli next to you is the cute type."

"Skilled dance steps stepping on dubstep."

"Another one showing off robot dance."

"She drinks the wine and shouts nice."

"Loosen the tie..."

"Alright."

After calling to stop, Old Zhu looked at the girl in front of him in surprise: "You sing very well, your voice is very tender, and it's a otaku song."

"It's a pity, if you were in the Second Dimension Train, you would at least be treated as a high-level person."

He silently recorded the girl's number in his notebook again, and would ask Mang-ye later if he liked listening to songs. It was already very good to be able to sing like this without accompaniment.

And she looks very cute too.

I don't know if Mang-ye likes this type, I'll write it down first.

"Next, number 2001."

"I was a prostitute before the apocalypse, my special skill... playing the flute."

"Great."

Old Zhu rolled his eyes angrily: "Straight enough, your three-day detention is waived, go to work on the spot, that's right, Xiao Li, take her to the logistics team."