"Alright, just like that."
"Suppose he has twenty, is that a lot? Maxed level would be what, level 60, that’s just 600 points! Where the hell did his over 5000 points come from?"
"Infinite Train": "Hmm... could it be points from slaves?"
"Asshole Train": "You’re amazing, stuffing 5000 slaves into a train. You’re really amazing, just see if those slaves will eat you into bankruptcy. Let’s see if you can even afford to keep so many slaves, if you can guarantee daily mining, and finding survivors in Taiping City’s ruins, which we both know is tough, finding 5000 survivors is simply daydreaming."
"Purple Cloud Train": "Alright, stop arguing. I think this Train Captain of the Constant Star, though we haven’t met, must surely be someone with unmatched courage and wisdom. It’s quite normal that he develops faster than everyone else."
"Bloodthirsty Bull Train": "Upstairs, I remember you. A while ago you said you wanted to meet the Constant Star Train, saying you wanted him to see if he dared to speak loudly in front of you."
"Purple Cloud Train": "... you remembered wrong."
Chen Mang looked at the chat log on the Train Radio, took out that small notebook from the drawer, and looked at a line written on it.
"Purple Cloud Train, arrogant tone, wants to meet the train and see if I dare to speak loudly in front of him."
Didn’t remember wrong.
He remembers it clearly here. Just over a month has passed, and this guy’s temper seems to have improved a lot, not as cocky as before.
In the apocalypse, people grow quickly, even their mindset grows rapidly.
He shook his head, smiled a little, and didn’t say much, just stuffed the notebook into the drawer beside him, lay on the chair, and put his legs on the control table, leisurely lighting a cigarette, picked up the remote to look for another zombie movie to watch.
Watching zombie movies during the apocalypse is quite immersive.
He glanced at the "Target Detection Radar" screen, showing a small Corpse Tide just seven kilometers on the left side passing by.
He grabbed the walkie-talkie: "Biaozi, take people and ride the off-road motorcycle to catch some zombies."
Biaozi had already returned triumphantly riding the off-road motorcycle, and tied to the back of the motorcycle was a Level 10 refrigerator, stuffed with four or five Level 1 zombies.
Then, according to Master Mang’s orders.
All these four or five bloody, white-eyed, and constantly growling zombies were fixed onto the train head’s windows.
But because there weren’t any chains or similar tools convenient for fixing.
So Biaozi and the others took it upon themselves, letting the zombies stand on their shoulders and holding tightly onto the zombie’s legs, with the zombie’s upper bodies fitting around the train head’s windows, and constantly slapping the glass ferociously.
When capturing the zombies, he used the "Handheld Zombie Perception Shield" sent by Master Mang, thus it didn’t cause much commotion in the Corpse Tide, stealthily capturing a few zombies.
Inside the train room.
It’s now morning and sunlight seeped into the train room, giving a seemingly extremely peaceful afternoon look, bringing a quite warm feeling.
A sudden and piercing growl broke this atmosphere.
Only to see a horribly, bloodied face suddenly appearing outside the window, with a pallid complexion showing no signs of blood. Those white eyes were intensely bloodthirsty as they stared straightly at Chen Mang inside the train room.
And kept pounding on the glass with both hands.
Bloody handprints remained on the window.
Making the originally warm feeling inside the train room completely vanish, killing intent arose, even the warm sunlight now appeared like a near-nightfall death omen.
Sitting at the control table, Chen Mang’s face drastically changed, intense fear and despair surged into his heart, then he curled up entirely in the chair, picked up the blanket beside him and covered himself.
And then, tremblingly picked up the remote, playing a zombie film on the screen.
The growl from the movie zombie and the growl from the zombie outside nearly sounded simultaneously, offering quite a unique realistic watching experience.
That’s exactly the feeling!
Only this way does it feel immersive, watching a zombie film in such a condition captures the unique charm belonging to zombie films.
An hour and a half later.
Standing outside the train, Biaozi’s legs were shaking uncontrollably like a sieve. Looking up at the confused eyes of the zombie standing on his shoulder, it’s so heavy...
He waited until Master Mang’s command was over, his body loosened, just about to pull out the Car Blade Fragment from his pocket to kill the zombie lunging at him, when he received another order from Master Mang.
Master Mang wanted him to keep those zombies, stash them in the fridge, don’t let them starve.
Will be used next time.
Uh... can zombies eat bread slices?
Biaozi looked at the zombie in thought. If not bread slices, then what? Other monstrous corpses? That could also work.
There’s still some "Corpse Flesh" piled in the train, although these zombies have a professional ethic not to eat their own kind.
Better to try feeding it bread slices first.
He hesitantly pulled out a bread slice from his pocket and tossed it into the mouth of the zombie he was stepping on.
Hey, it actually eats quite deliciously, bread slices will do. Although not sure what Master Mang plans with keeping zombies, Master Mang is the Train Captain standing at a higher vantage point, seeing further, since he’s keeping them, it’s for a reason, potentially for some big plan later.
For instance, he still doesn’t understand what’s the maze that Li Shiji created for.
But Master Mang seems to value it a lot.
Precisely because Master Mang values it, when Li Shiji came over asking for people, he agreed without hesitation, anything important to Master Mang is important to him.
The time arrived at the second day.
Morning, a layer of clouds covered the sky, last night a small rain fell.
Although today’s rain stopped, the weather looks somewhat gloomy, but the air still carries quite a sweet scent.
All slaves stood orderly on the barren land, somewhat anxious and uneasy.
Looking at the group of gun-wielding thugs standing below the train, along with the two, Biaozi and Old Pig, whom they’ve seen most these days. As for Train Captain Master Mang, they’ve seen him far less.
A man dressed in a suit walked from the rear of the train to the top of the carriage, leaning on a cane overlooking all of them. For a moment, everyone’s breathing halted slightly. This person is Master Mang, Train Captain of the Constant Star, also their leader.
"Wow... so handsome."
Standing tall among the crowd, Zhang San couldn’t help but clutch his shirt and whispered.
Indeed quite handsome.
Mr. Li felt a sigh, originally Master Mang naturally carried an indescribable aura of superiority, he had seen other Train Captains, many of whom had a kind of opportunistic and snobbish vibe, yet Master Mang never carried such an aura.
Plus that notably expensive, perfectly tailored suit.
The solid-looking train beneath added another layer of authority to Master Mang.
Coupled with the wilderness as a backdrop.
Unavoidably giving a sense of an apocalyptic king.
Back when he was on Master Kun’s train, he never thought of wanting to stand out, but here with Master Mang, he truly wants to stand out.
"It’s okay, Mr. Li, I believe you will have a day..."
Before the words could be finished.
Mr. Li quickly covered the mouth of the young man beside him, eyes filled with terror and remorse, huskily whispering: "Are you crazy? Why don’t you try putting a Dragon Robe over me?"
Having broken free, the young man shook his head helplessly: "What are you thinking, Mr. Li."
"I do have high expectations for you, but not that high."
"I meant to say, though we stand like ants today, I believe one day you can stand like Biao, Pig Train Captain before Master Mang speaks, standing below the train."
"Phew... gave me quite a scare..."