My Doomsday Train

On the Iron Ridge Wasteland.

The "Stellar" train sped towards Taiping City amidst a thunderous roar!

About three hours later.

The skyline of the "Taiping City" ruins finally came into view on the wasteland. They only encountered two trains along the way, but the moment those two trains saw the "Stellar," they manipulated their trains to flee in the opposite direction at maximum speed, as if they had seen some unspeakable monster.

The "Stellar" slowly reduced its speed, bringing the train to a steady halt beside the container factory at the edge of the Taiping City ruins.

At the same time—

The "Targeting Radar," which had been running continuously, quickly projected detailed information about all creatures within ten thousand meters onto the control panel screen.

"Hmm?"

Chen Mang frowned slightly, looking at the scattered red dots on the screen. There were fewer survivors in the Taiping City ruins than he had imagined. The screen showed only a hundred or so, distributed in two areas.

Could it be because this place was in the suburbs?

Or because it had already been looted by many train captains?

He didn't think too much about it. He simply took out the "Off-Road Motorcycle Production Line" parts blueprint from the drawer. This blueprint, obtained when he killed the Goblin Merchant, finally had a use.

Manufacturing the parts required 1000 units of iron ore.

Inside the No. 2 production line carriage, a larger lathe was quickly added, taking up a position near the edge. Producing one off-road motorcycle required consuming 500 units of iron ore.

The fastest speed of the off-road motorcycle could reach 180km per hour, a speed that even exceeded some Level 1 trains.

Not too slow.

It was just that each off-road motorcycle needed to be inlaid with a Level 1 energy stone. Fortunately, the price of energy stones wasn't too expensive; a Level 1 energy stone only cost 500 units of iron ore and could be used continuously for over a hundred days. Basically, even when the motorcycle was scrapped, the inlaid energy stone wouldn't be exhausted.

He created 10 off-road motorcycles in one go, and also created 10 energy stones, costing him a total of 11,000 units of iron ore.

The Level 5 supermodel effect of the "Train Auxiliary AI," the cluster thinking, could link the thoughts of up to 20 people to the control panel, allowing for seamless real-time communication, with a maximum range of ten thousand meters.

It just so happened to match the range of the targeting radar.

He could sit in the train, monitoring the information on the targeting radar in real-time and directing operations.

Quickly!

When the iron sheet on one side of the No. 2 production line carriage slammed heavily onto the ground.

"Boom!"

Ten thugs, carrying Tenglong assault rifles, straddled the off-road motorcycles and leaped out of the train with a twist of the throttle, then shot towards the depths of the city. The roads within the city ruins were basically piled up with various abandoned vehicles overgrown with weeds. Only off-road motorcycles could barely move forward by threading the needle, which could speed up the search progress.

"Turn right at the intersection ahead."

He had been a train captain a few times, and he basically knew what kind of configuration Level 1 and 2 trains could have, but... Boss Mang's Level 2 train had completely exceeded his imagination, as if Boss Mang's train token was completely different from the train token he had obtained in the first place.

Not to mention anything else.

He had never seen a targeting radar with a range of ten thousand meters.

Logically speaking, the targeting radar could only be upgraded to Level 3 at most, and the range of the targeting radar should be only 3000 meters at most. The anomalies of various accessories these days made him feel that Boss Mang had a few too many secrets.

This was his second time performing an external mission.

This time, the mission was to search for survivors.

The next moment—

"We're here. Thirty-eight survivors are hiding in this container factory in front of us."

"..."

Coming back to his senses, Biaozi looked at the container factory in front of him. Hundreds of stacked containers were piled up on the open space, looking like sections of carriages. This was indeed a good place to hide.

As long as they hid in the container in the very center.

And then closed the surrounding containers from the inside, it would be equivalent to having nearly a hundred doors, and the smell would be difficult to leak out. It was indeed not easy to be found by zombies or zombie wolves wandering in the city ruins.

"Move out!"

Biaozi jumped off the off-road motorcycle, took out the pickaxe tied to the back seat of the motorcycle, weighed it in his hand, and then walked straight to the first container, smashing it hard at the lock.

After a few strokes of brute force.

The container iron buckle was successfully smashed, and the iron door was kicked open. There was not a single survivor inside, only dust all over the ground covered with footprints, and at the end of the container was another container.

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Just like that—

Three people vigilantly held guns, while the other seven wielded pickaxes and began to break into doors continuously, taking the shortest route to the container in the very center where the survivors were hiding.

"Bang!"

When the last container door was also kicked open, Biaozi almost immediately withdrew, because in the darkness, without a flashlight, Boss Mang's command was his only source of information.

Immediately afterwards, without any hesitation.

He quickly grabbed the Tenglong assault rifle that had been slung across his back, held it in his hand, turned on the safety and immediately aimed at the few black shadows that were pouncing at him from the darkness and pulled the trigger.

"Tu-tu-tu..."

The muffled gunshots rang out in the darkness, and the sound of bullets entering flesh was almost completely covered up by the screams. In this container, a beam of light from a flashlight shone straight on Biaozi's bloodstained and angular face.

Through the trembling beam of light, it could be seen that the owner of the flashlight was not calm at the moment.

"..."

Biaozi pointed the muzzle at the source of the light expressionlessly: "Throw the flashlight over here, three, two..."

Before he could count to one.

The flashlight was thrown out from the darkness. Biaozi picked up the flashlight and shone it on the two survivors at his feet who were holding fire axes and had just launched an attack on him from behind the door, and then shone it inside the container.

There were about thirty survivors.

Both men and women.

It was just that at this time, everyone was cowering in the corner with fear on their faces, looking at them with helplessness in their eyes. The container floor was covered with discarded clothes and blankets, and the entire space smelled of various decaying odors, which was extremely pungent.

"Everyone, stand up immediately."

"Follow me."

Biaozi glanced at everyone present before shaking the Tenglong assault rifle in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Don't make me say it a second time."

Apart from those two people, there were no other dangerous targets. If there were, Boss Mang would have told him.