I seemed to have made a very foolish decision.

And…

Whose side were those two bastards I let go on?

He didn’t continue to ask, the investigation team leader answered him because the number of people wasn’t an important issue.

It was something everyone knew.

But trying to pry Deep Blue’s data secrets from their mouths was impossible.

Investigators don’t know as much as gatherers, and the former have undergone rigorous confidentiality training.

Interestingly, the latter haven’t.

In this doomsday situation, without enough guarantee, who would foolishly go undercover?

Deep Blue’s predecessor was a company, not a religion, it couldn’t foster such steadfast belief.

This task is almost suited for the Mechanical God Cult.

But those crazy folks have too distinctive a temperament, couldn’t be undercover.

Zhao Kuo took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

Now, he could only regain dignity by completing the mission.

“Then let’s trouble the Deep Blue folks to accompany us for a while. We’ll let you go once the mission is complete.”

The investigation team leader coldly snorted twice, also feeling relieved in his heart.

Not dying is really great.

“Click-click—”

Zhao Kuo turned around, his right eye emitting a sharp blue light.

“The remaining problems can only be answered by the armed train.”

…

“February 8th, Heavy Rain”

“It may not be better ahead, but as long as we keep going, there’s hope.”

The train conductor over here had no idea they were being watched again.

Hu Shuo was standing next to him, giving the final report.

“…In addition to various canned foods, we also added two carriages of staple grains this time, totaling about 300 tons, enough for everyone on the train to eat normally for over a year.”

“Currently, the crew consists of 640 people, the combat team 40 people, the research team 80 people, the logistics team 220 people, the manufacturing team 300 people,”

“Including officers, the Armed Corps consists of 510 people, total personnel on the armed train is 1150 people, all are present.”

“Shall we depart?”

Su Huan glanced out the window, the dark night outside his window had disappeared.

Wan Hao and Old Yuan, along with a group of workers, stood on the platform, reluctantly bidding farewell to the train.

But the scene looked more eerie the more you looked at it.

Su Huan felt their expressions looked more like urging him to leave.

More annoying than the gloomy night.

His entire exchange with Wan Hao was just that one night, and he said nothing more today, including the decision to leave.

Everyone was smart, talking nonsense would only waste time.

As long as when the train comes back next time, the conductor still maintains a high posture, with strong power.

Then Shun’an Base would become the No. 1 station of his armed train.

Like a polite waiter, providing all sorts of conveniences for the train.

“Let’s depart.”

The train conductor said blandly.

The armed train started again, carrying hope, shedding the crowd, merging into the night, heading towards the farther night.

This time, the train will go straight to Guangren City at Wangjiang Peak, the northernmost part of Qingchuan Province.

No more long stops along the way.

After a few simple words, Su Huan returned to his room.

Now the internal space of the train had expanded, everyone had a more comfortable private space, the best being the conductor’s Car No. 1.

Hu Shuo and others did not make major changes to the room, it still retained the original survivalist style, even some small objects were left intact.

Then new things were added to the original basis.

For instance, wooden floors, various new furniture and decorations, it looked like a hardcore apocalypse-style small apartment.

(Train internal space schematic)

(The train conductor wouldn’t sleep in bunks, just a hint)

Of course, those filling the room, like the little yellow duck bath balls beside the bathtub, the carpet with an electrified conductor sticker, the giant bear blanket on the sofa, the mugs on the table, were all prepared by Yu Yue herself.

Besides her, no one dared to secretly trample on the conductor placed on the floor.

Apart from the bed, there were several different workbenches, with four or five various types of firearms hanging on the wall, at the top was a 1.8-meter-long City Breaker electromagnetic sniper rifle, below was a carbon fiber composite long knife.

Four or five exquisite and beautiful pistols were slotted in the gun holster next to the workbench.

A little further aside was a hanging sandbag, the leather was dark, its thickness comparable to a big tree.

The manufacturing team spent much time crafting this bear-skin inner sandbag.

The manufacturing team took over a hundred people much time to erode and dismantle the Tier Two Giant Bear cleanly.

The flesh and blood became a meal for the workers, tendons, bones and skin became materials for the Makers to use in various constructions.

The most valuable bear skin was cut into dozens of blankets.

Currently, no one could use such valuable leather well, forcibly using it was time-consuming, laborious, and wasteful, so it was being used in raw material form for now.

Including the previously hunted White Snake Mojiang, most materials were stored in the warehouse.

“Boom!”

The sandbag didn’t move an inch.

Su Huan slightly increased his force, a straight punch, hitting the sandbag again.

The sandbag had some vibration.

A glint of interest flashed in his narrow eyes, as expected of a custom 700kg sandbag, it should withstand his full exertion.

Adjusting his stance slightly, he assumed a fighting posture.

It’s neither martial arts nor boxing wrestling style, it’s the combat instincts granted by Level 3 “Fighting Mastery”.

If forced to say, it’s somewhat similar to Sanda.

The front foot stomped, the hip unwinding like a tightened spring, the moment the scapula thrust forward, the fist shot out along a straight line, hitting the sandbag like a nail.

It emitted a low thud, the 700kg sandbag swayed like a candle in the wind.

This time, without pause, straight punches, hooks, low sweeps, front stomps, side kicks…

Su Huan tried all the techniques on the sandbag.

The wild hitting sound was like the acid rain roaring outside the train.

The high-intensity striking sound persisted for half an hour.

Accompanied by the last heavy hit, the room sounded like a lion and tiger’s rough breathing, each breath like a blacksmith pulling a bellows.

“Refreshing…”

Su Huan muttered, lying on the ground thoroughly invigorated.

Letting the sweat gush from his pores, soaking through his shirt.

Normal heavyweight fighting masters’ punch force hovers around 500~800kg, with extreme tests reaching over 1000kg.

But these were the privileges of top pre-apocalypse human fighting masters.

Ordinary amateurs lingered between 100~200kg.

Yet now, anyone on the armed train could easily punch out 800kg+ force.

That is to say, the thousand-plus people on the train were all top boxing kings.

Even the gentle Yu Yue, if truly angered, could poke a hole in the iron pot with a spatula, with solid wood cabinets being one giant dent with a slap.

Not to mention Liang Kuan, a strength-type Evolver.

Common industrial products in life were like wafer biscuits in front of him.

And the conductor, second only to Liang Kuan on the train, never got the chance to showcase his abilities.

This “Fighting Master” power was finally properly used today.

…

Lying on the ground, various fighting techniques flitting through his mind like a revolving lantern, that feeling was like an epiphany, all moves and secrets unlocking instantly in his mind.

What was vibrating more violently was his genes.

Originally at Level 3, “Fighting Mastery” quietly advanced to Level 4.

This was the Genetic Primordial, its advancement speed unreasonably fast.

After resting for a while, Su Huan felt as if he lost something, got up from the ground, took a recovery potion from the dedicated storage fridge, and drank it down in one gulp.

This potion also had a weak healing effect, far inferior to the Life Potion extracted from the Crown Pear.

But Su Huan suspected that even the Life Potion treated the symptoms, not the root cause.

To truly resolve his body’s hidden dangers, he had to find that earliest mutated Crown Pear tree and directly eat its fruits.

Perhaps it could alleviate the issue of excessive life force consumption during genetic conflict.

(There was an error earlier, mentioning the current recovery potion as the Life Potion, hereby corrected. The train currently has two potions, a treatment recovery potion and a pan-energy recovery potion, the former little red bottle, the latter little blue bottle)

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