My Doomsday Train

"As expected."

Just stepping out of the train car, Hei Hao couldn't help but laugh, tilting his head to look at Lao Zhu beside him: "Thanks for the tip-off, Train Conductor Zhu. I'll need your continued support in the future."

Lao Zhu paused for a moment before smiling kindly and naturally.

"Easy, easy."

"Mang Ye should kill Biaozi, right? After all, Biaozi concealed the fact that he used to be a train conductor."

"Normally, according to the customs of the wasteland, he should be killed."

"Then it's settled."

And at this moment—

Biaozi had already received the message. He had just walked to Car 2 when he ran into Lao Zhu, Hei Hao, and the others.

"Biaozi."

Hei Hao, with his hands in his pockets, looked at Biaozi approaching and smiled: "Thank you for telling me that Mang Ye only needs this position and doesn't care who sits in it. You can sit in this position, so why can't I?"

"I've already reported you to Mang Ye."

"Nervous?"

"People, once they have a guilty conscience, become like you are now. Look at you, your face is pale."

Biaozi, who didn't know why Mang Ye had called him over, turned ashen-faced and stared at the smile on Hei Hao's face in disbelief upon hearing Hei Hao's words.

Hei Hao looked extremely unfamiliar at this moment.

He didn't expect Hei Hao to report him.

His body trembled from instability. His eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth, saying each word: "Hei Hao, I haven't treated you badly!"

"Not badly?"

Hei Hao's expression instantly turned ugly: "When we first followed Mang Ye, why did you make me take the first night watch? There were so many people, but you used me?"

Biaozi took a deep breath and, not caring that Lao Zhu was next to him, bluntly stated the matter.

"At that time, no one obeyed me except you and Ergou, who had been following me. You were my confidants. Who else would I have sent to watch the night if not you? Besides, you fell asleep that night, causing the train to be surrounded by zombie wolves."

"Afterwards, Mang Ye questioned me, and I took the blame for you!"

"Have you forgotten? !"

"Heh heh."

Hei Hao sneered and didn't bother to say anything more, only tilting his head to look at Lao Zhu: "Train Conductor Zhu, do you have any cigarettes? Lend me one."

"Yes."

Lao Zhu didn't have any extra expression on his face, only quietly taking out a cigarette from his pocket and handing it over.

Hei Hao took the cigarette, walked up to Biaozi, put the cigarette in Biaozi's mouth, lit it for him, and then gently patted his cheek: "It's okay, brother knows you have a habit of smoking a last cigarette before you die. Didn't I take away your last cigarette just now?"

"I'm giving you a replacement now."

"After you finish smoking, you can go on your way in peace."

Biaozi's face was bloodless, and his eyes were red. He spat the freshly lit cigarette on Hei Hao's face, then walked past Hei Hao and looked at Lao Zhu, his voice trembling with fear as he tried to calm himself: "Train Conductor Zhu, what's Mang Ye's attitude? Can you give me a hint?"

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Lao Zhu shook his head, with no extra expression on his face: "I don't know."

"What are my chances?"

"I don't know."

"Not even 10%?"

Lao Zhu shook his head again: "I'm not sure."

As a subordinate, arbitrarily speculating about the superior's psychological activities is not a good habit. He had been a subordinate for too long. He might not be very good at how to do things well, but he was very clear about how to live a little longer.

After all, this thing called work, to put it bluntly, except for those particularly professional things, is often the same no matter who does it.

Even if you change someone to do it, it won't be much different.

After not getting any information from Lao Zhu's mouth.

Biaozi took a deep breath, forcibly stabilized his body, straightened the wrinkles on his clothes, then turned around and picked up the freshly lit cigarette from Hei Hao's feet, ignored Hei Hao's sneer, and put it in his mouth.

He didn't dare to speak.

He just gently closed the train car door and stood quietly aside, waiting patiently. The only sound in the room was the narration of the movie characters, like white noise, making his body a little uncontrollable and weak.

After an unknown amount of time.

When the end credits of the movie started playing, Chen Mang switched to the next movie with some lingering interest, took out two cigarettes from the cigarette case, casually threw one to Biaozi, lit one for himself, and then said casually.

"Do you have anything to say?"

As soon as the words fell.

Biaozi immediately lost control of his body and collapsed to the ground, his eyes red, his voice hoarse and trembling: "Mang Ye, I have been hiding it and didn't tell you, Mang Ye, because I was worried that you would think that I had been a train conductor and would be unwilling to be inferior to others."

"But—"

"Actually, it is precisely because I have served as a train conductor and failed several times, and even almost died in the wilderness, that I know how difficult it is to become a train conductor."

"I have been watching the development of the Hengxing train these days, and it is many times stronger than when I was in charge."

"Mang Ye, from the bottom of my heart, I really treat the Hengxing as my own home. Whenever I am alone at night, I feel proud and can't sleep when I think that I am a member of the Hengxing."

"Since following you, Mang Ye, I, Biaozi, have a clear conscience and have never done anything that would be sorry to you or the Hengxing train. I have been conscientious and dare not slack off in the slightest these days."

"There is a saying in our village."

"A prostitute ashore is the most devoted."

"I, Biaozi, am the same. It is precisely because I have seen the dangers in the wasteland that I know more clearly how honored I am to be able to follow you, Mang Ye."

"Mang Ye!"

"If you can give me another chance, you will see my performance in the future. If I have even a trace of dissatisfaction with you, Mang Ye, you don't need to do anything. With just one word from you, I will kill myself."

After saying that.

Biaozi buried his head on the floor, his body trembling uncontrollably as he waited for the final judgment. He had always worried that this thunder would explode, but he never thought that it would really explode one day.

After a long time.

Chen Mang, lying on the chair, casually inserted the burned-out cigarette into the Coke next to him and said softly in a calm tone.

"The person in your hand is called Hei Hao, right?"

"I don't like him very much."

"You can handle it as you see fit."

Biaozi's body stiffened, and then he kowtowed three times heavily before straightening up from the ground with red eyes. His face was already covered with tears, and his voice was hoarse: "Mang Ye, you will see my performance in the future."

After saying that, he slowly exited the train car.

Outside the train car.

Hei Hao, who was controlled by two thugs and kneeling on the ground, looked at the dark gun muzzle in front of him, his eyes filled with fear. He struggled violently and looked at Lao Zhu, roaring heart-wrenchingly: "You've got it wrong, you must have got it wrong. You're supposed to kill Biaozi, not me! !"

"I reported him and deserve credit!"

“If you kill me, who will dare to report in the future!”

“You can't kill me! You can't kill me!”

“.”

Old Zhu looked at the violently struggling Hei Hao and sighed softly. He had warned Hei Hao a few days ago, but it seemed that Hei Hao hadn't listened and had instead walked himself onto a dead end.

Hei Hao believed in the rules a little too much.

Logically speaking, Biao Zi should indeed be the one to die.

Hei Hao still hasn't figured out that although there is a set of unspoken rules in the wasteland, the train conductor still has the final say in each train. What the train conductor says is what it is. This isn't before the apocalypse, where everything is done according to rules and regulations.

Seeking his own death, he can't blame anyone.

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“Hei Hao.”

Biao Zi, with red eyes, walked up to Hei Hao with a Tenglong assault rifle, pointed the muzzle at Hei Hao's head, and said word by word: “Or should I say Hei Wa, that was your nickname in the village back then. Later, after everyone came out, you got the nickname Hei Hao because you often liked to steal chickens and dogs.”

“I haven't treated you badly these years. In the end, my brother and I have come to such an end, and it's all your own fault.”

“Biao Zi, oh no, Brother Biao, Brother Biao!”

Seeing that no one was helping him speak, a trace of despair flashed in Hei Hao's eyes, and his voice was filled with a sob: “Give me a chance, spare my life, okay? I will definitely listen to you in the future, and I won't dare to do it again. I really won't dare to do it again.”

“Er Gou, we all came out of the village together, please say a word for me!”

“I can't say it.”

Er Gou, who was not good with words, shook his head, his face looking ugly, and said in a muffled voice: “You even reported your own people. If this were in the village, your family's reputation would be so bad that people would be pointing fingers behind your back every day.”

Biao Zi squatted down, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it, took a deep breath, and then stuffed the cigarette butt into Hei Hao's mouth, patted his cheek, and said softly.

“This is called a last cigarette.”

“Smoking a last cigarette before going on your way, that's how it should be.”

“Since you and I are brothers, I will personally send you on your way.”

The next moment—

Before Hei Hao could say anything more.

“Tu tu tu.”

The harsh gunfire suddenly rang out, not very noticeable among the clanging mining sounds. They were on the other side of the train, and the slaves didn't even know what had happened here.

“Tsk.”

Old Zhu, who was standing aside, clicked his tongue as he looked at Hei Hao, who had fallen in a pool of blood: “He was trembling when he killed his mother's idol a few days ago, but now he's killing his former brother, why is his hand so steady?”

“Train Conductor Zhu.”

Biao Zi squeezed out a bitter smile: “Don't make fun of me, I was just talking nonsense that day. I was just scared, worried that I would end up like that if I messed up.”

“Alright, alright.”

Old Zhu couldn't help but pat Biao Zi on the back with a smile: “Go adjust your mood. I know you're not feeling well right now. After all, you were brothers once. But this time, you can be considered to have turned misfortune into blessing.”

“I'll find a place to bury him.”

“Okay.”

Inside carriage 5 of the train, Ji Chuchu sat by the window and clearly witnessed this scene, but there wasn't much expression on her face. She just hummed softly and combed her hair with a comb. Since the apocalypse, she had seen too much of this kind of thing.

She was almost used to it.

“Sister Chuchu.”

A girl next to her came over with a gossipy face and whispered cautiously: “After Boss Mang let you go in alone that day, did he touch you?”

Several girls next to her also immediately perked up their ears.

Although Ji Chuchu had the treatment of a level one slave, she could live in the thug's carriage. The girls next to her were all minor celebrities, but they weren't as popular as her. Although they couldn't live in the thug's carriage, they could still occasionally come over to chat.

“He touched me.”

Ji Chuchu stuck out her tongue and said with a smile: “Boss Mang was quite satisfied.”

“Ah?”

The girl who asked the gossip was slightly stunned and said with some confusion: “Since he touched you, why didn't he take you in? That way, you would be the second-in-command of this train, and we could also enjoy some blessings with you. This train is much stronger than our original train.”

“Boss Mang asked me how many people had slept with me, and I told him the truth. He probably didn't like that I had been slept with too many times.”

Ji Chuchu didn't avoid this at all, and her words were extremely straightforward.

“You're so stupid.”

The little girl said with some disappointment: “If you said you were a virgin, Boss Mang might have taken you in.”

“Virgin?”

Ji Chuchu picked up the mirror next to her, looked at her face in the mirror, admired it for a long time, and then tilted her head and smiled: “With my appearance, even if I was innocent before the apocalypse, after staying in the apocalypse for a year, how likely do you think it is that I'm a virgin?”

“I dare to say it, but Boss Mang has to dare to believe it.”

“And.”

“Even if I was really taken in at the beginning, I would definitely stay away from you and cut ties with you as soon as possible. It's a big taboo for the harem to interfere in politics. At that time, I would definitely stay in the train room every day and concentrate on serving Boss Mang. I wouldn't have time to pay attention to you.”

“Sister Chuchu.” Several girls next to her pretended to be sad and wiped their tears: “You're so cruel.”

“If you're not cruel, you can't sit firmly in the c position.”

Ji Chuchu looked at the men outside the window who were throwing the corpses into the underground river, narrowed her eyes, smiled, and didn't speak. She had indeed fantasized about this scene at the beginning, but after seeing that Boss Mang didn't have this idea, she planned to change her approach.

No matter how ruthless men are.

They still need a touch of gentle comfort.

She only needs to be responsible for providing this touch of comfort, and she can live very well on the train. This is the capital that her appearance brings her. She has never understood why some beautiful women are so resistant to making a living with their faces.

Good-looking women don't use their faces to make a living.

It's like a rich second generation insisting on starting from scratch.

Excessively trying to prove yourself to others will only waste the capital you should have.

Inside the train room.

Chen Mang didn't pay much attention to this little episode, just watched a movie completely again, and then leaned back on the chair with satisfaction. This time, no one disturbed him from watching the movie.

In the apocalypse, it's not easy to have such a relaxing time.

Satisfied.

Just then—

The 「Train Radio」 suddenly beeped. Someone was privately messaging him. After receiving the 「Oxygen Machine」, he removed the phrase about the demand for the oxygen machine and continued to pin it to the top for a long time.

Pinning it to the top can last about ten minutes each time.

He asked the 「Train Auxiliary AI」 to help him pin new posts regularly, and finally, after watching two movies, someone privately messaged him again.