My Doomsday Train

As Biaozi finished speaking.

A disheveled woman in the container crowd, whose eyes had been devoid of light, suddenly showed a glimmer of hope. Trembling, she stood up and pointed to a man with a face full of橫肉 in the crowd.

"Those two were his thugs. They have been abusing us women since the apocalypse."

"Can you kill him?"

Shan Maozi swept across the faces of all the women one by one. Seeing that there was no familiar figure, his face was slightly anxious, and he couldn't help but want to say something.

He was stopped by a rough hand on his shoulder.

Biaozi patted Shan Maozi's shoulder, did not speak, just moved his lips slightly and shook his head.

Shan Maozi was slightly stunned, and soon understood, and immediately could only calm his mood as much as possible.

Soon—

Under the gun-escorted of Biaozi and others, a group of survivors left the container and came to the open space. The survivors, who had not seen the sun for a long time, closed their eyes as soon as they walked out of the open space, and leaned together, not knowing where they would go next.

"My lords!"

The strong man with a flashlight and a face full of橫肉 at the beginning knelt on the ground with his eyes closed, and shouted with fear in his voice: "Don't listen to that臭娘们's nonsense. These days, our brothers have been searching for supplies."

"The canned food they eat, the blankets they sleep on, and the water they drink were all found by our brothers at the risk of their lives."

"Several brothers have been lost for this."

"Shouldn't I sleep with them? What's more, I didn't force them. They came up for food themselves!"

At this time, another woman's heartbreaking voice trembled with crying: "If we don't let you sleep with us, you won't give us food. Are we willing to be slept with by you?"

"Go to your mother's willingness!"

The man with a face full of橫肉 roared a little irritably: "Am I willing to expect the apocalypse to come? Then why don't you go out and find food yourselves? Did I stop you?"

"If you don't mention any conditions and are willing to share food with me, that's called kindness, and it's worth talking about."

"I'll go to your mother's kindness!"

"..."

Biaozi did not speak, and was too lazy to pay attention to this farce. He always adhered to a point of view, there is no good thing to survive in the apocalypse, good people died in the first time.

Everyone is a bunch of rotten people.

Don't compare who is more rotten.

He just lowered his head and lit a cigarette, looked up at the dazzling sun, and waited patiently. Soon... the roar of the engine gradually rang in everyone's ears from far to near.

A black train covered with heavy armor, supported by dozens of mechanical feet, passed through the ruins of the city and slowly stopped in the open space of the container factory.

Immediately afterwards—

A young man walked down the escalator lowered from the train head with a cane. Every time the man took a step, the muzzles of the heavy machine guns, rocket launchers and other firepower accessories on the top of the carriage turned a little.

When the man walked to the ground, the muzzles of the heavy machine guns, rocket launchers and other accessories were completely aimed at these survivors.

The scene was silent for a time.

The pair of men and women who were originally confronting each other and accusing each other, at this time, their mouths slowly opened subconsciously, and they opened their eyes with difficulty and looked at this scene in disbelief, their eyes full of incredible horror.

At this time.

Chen Mang's voice also came out along the external sound of the train.

"Everyone, go to the last slave carriage."

This eleventh carriage was temporarily built by him, 100 units of iron ore per section, for temporarily gathering these survivors.

Chen Mang stood in the open space and looked at the group of ragged survivors in front of him, his eyes full of smiles. With the "Enemy Radar", finding slaves became much easier. No matter how deep they hide, they can be found.

He needs more slaves.

In this way, when he finds the next mine, he can have higher production efficiency.

No one will dislike having too many slaves, he can afford to support more slaves.

Although they look a little weak, it's not a big problem to make up for it after returning to the train. There are still no old people and children in this group of survivors. In the apocalypse, old people and children are scarce, especially since the apocalypse has been around for a year. It's not easy to survive until now.

Then, he returned to the train head again.

This time his goal is to rescue 1,000 survivors.

With the enemy radar, collective thinking, and Biaozi's group of thugs riding off-road vehicles, searching for survivors became an extremely simple matter.

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Then.

He returned to the train head again. He didn't plan to give any speeches. He would talk about giving speeches after all the survivors were searched. The reason why he came down was simply to admire his first batch of spoils.

The woman who had just accused the man of his heinous crimes could not say a word with her mouth slightly open after seeing Chen Mang.

I don't know why.

Although the man with the gun killed two people in front of them and looked very cold, she dared to cry, but the young man who walked down from the train head, although his face was full of smiles, she did not dare to open her mouth at all.

For a time.

A group of survivors did not speak, but quietly walked towards the last carriage under the guidance of Biaozi and others, appearing quite well-behaved.

"Tsk."

Biaozi couldn't help but touch the back of his head when he saw this, and smacked his tongue: "These people have really good eyesight. Why didn't you shout a few words when Master Mang came down? Do I look so easy to bully?"

He took out a car blade fragment from his pocket, looked at his stubble-filled face in the fragment, squeezed out a fierce expression, and then looked at Hei Hao next to him with some doubts.

"Am I not fierce?"

"Fierce, Brother Biao."

"Then why don't they seem to be afraid of me?"

"Maybe they thought you were here to save them at first, you are a good person."

"What about Master Mang?"

"Master Mang doesn't look like a good person."

"Doesn't look like it?"

"Looks like it?"

"Hei Hao, let me remind you, your collective thinking hasn't been disconnected yet."

".Looks like it, I just misspoke, Master Mang looks upright, especially those four 40-tube rocket launchers, which look righteous."

And just then—

Inside the train head, Chen Mang looked at the survivors' hiding place in another area on the enemy radar. After zooming in on the information of each survivor, he was slightly stunned, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

There is an old acquaintance.

Among this group of survivors, one of the women is Ji Chuchu.

Isn't Ji Chuchu a slave on another train? Why is she here?