On the Tieling Wasteland.
The Fixed Star train roared as it raced toward Taiping City!
About three hours later.
Finally, on the horizon of the wasteland, the silhouette of the "Taiping City" ruins became vaguely visible. Along the way, only two trains were encountered, but both trains, at the mere sight of the Fixed Star, immediately operated at maximum speed to flee in the opposite direction, as if they had seen some unspeakable monster.
The Fixed Star gradually slowed down, bringing the train to a steady stop beside a container factory on the edge of the Taiping City ruins.
The "Target Detection Radar," which had been operating continuously, quickly detailed the information of all creatures within ten thousand meters on the screen of the control panel.
Chen Mang’s eyebrows slightly furrowed as he looked at the scattered red dots on the screen. The number of survivors in the Taiping City ruins was fewer than he had imagined, showing only a little over one hundred, and they were distributed in two areas.
Could it be because this place is located in the suburbs?
Or because it has already been looted by many train captains?
He didn’t think much about it, just took out the "Off-road Motorcycle Production Line" accessory blueprint from the drawer, which had been obtained when he killed the goblin tycoon. Now it finally had a use.
Crafting the accessory requires 1000 units of iron ore.
Soon, a larger lathe appeared in Carriage No. 2, taking up a position near the edge. Producing an off-road motorcycle requires consuming 500 units of iron ore.
The maximum speed of the off-road motorcycle can reach 180 km per hour, a speed that even exceeds some Level 1 trains.
However, each off-road motorcycle requires embedding a Level 1 Energy Stone, but fortunately, the price of Energy Stones is not too expensive. The price of a Level 1 Energy Stone is only 500 units of iron ore, and it can be used continuously for over a hundred days, basically outlasting the motorcycle’s lifespan, with the embedded Energy Stone still not exhausted.
He crafted ten off-road motorcycles at once, as well as ten Energy Stones, costing him a total of 11,000 units of iron ore.
The Level 5 Supermodel Effect of "Train Assistance AI," Cluster Thinking, can link up to 20 minds to the control panel for seamless real-time communication, with a maximum range of ten thousand meters.
Exactly matching the range of the Target Detection Radar.
He can sit inside the train, keeping a real-time watch over the information on the Target Detection Radar for real-time command.
When a side of the iron sheet of Carriage No. 2 crashed heavily onto the ground.
Ten thugs, carrying Soaring Dragon Assault Rifles on their backs, twisted the throttles of their off-road motorcycles and leaped from the train, shooting towards the depths of the city. The roads within the city ruins were mostly clogged with various abandoned vehicles overgrown with weeds, a terrain through which only off-road motorcycles could weave with difficulty, speeding up the search progress.
"Turn right at the intersection ahead."
"Go through that collapsed red low house to another street."
"There are three Level 1 zombie wolves in the house."
Biaozi maneuvered the off-road motorcycle beneath him, constantly dodging one obstacle after another, while listening to Chen Mang’s voice in his mind, his attention highly focused, though he couldn’t stop random thoughts from crossing his mind...
These days, Master Mang had been astonishing him more and more.
He had been a train captain a few times, and he roughly knew what sort of configurations a Level 1 or 2 train could have, but... Master Mang’s Level 2 train had completely surpassed his imagination, as if Master Mang’s train order was entirely different from the train order he had acquired back then.
A ten-thousand-meter range Target Detection Radar, he had never seen before.
In theory, the Target Detection Radar could only be upgraded to Level 3 at most, with a maximum range of 3,000 meters at most. The anomalies of various accessories these days made him feel that Master Mang had too many secrets.
This was his second time conducting an outdoor mission.
This time’s mission was to search and rescue survivors.
"We’ve arrived. In this container factory ahead, thirty-eight survivors are hiding."
Biaozi, snapping back to reality, looked at the container factory in front of him, where hundreds of containers were piled into heaps on the open ground, resembling sections of a train. This indeed was a good hiding place.
As long as they hid in the innermost container.
Then, by pulling the switches from the inside to close the surrounding containers, it would mean nearly a hundred more doors, making it difficult for the scent to escape, and indeed not easy for the wandering zombies or zombie wolves in the city ruins to find them.
Biaozi jumped off the off-road motorcycle, took the pickaxe tied to the back seat of the motorcycle, weighed it in his hand, then directly walked to the first container and forcefully smashed it at the latch.
After several brute-force impacts.
The iron clasp of this container was successfully smashed open. A kick opened the iron door, revealing no survivors inside, only a floor covered in dusty footprints, leading to another container at the end.
Three people stayed alert with their guns, while the other seven wielded pickaxes and began continuously breaking through doors, taking the shortest route straight to the central container where the survivors were hiding.
When the last container door was kicked open, Biaozi almost immediately stepped back. In the darkness, without a flashlight, Master Mang’s command was his only source of information.
Without any hesitation.
He quickly held the Soaring Dragon Assault Rifle he had been strapping behind his back in a reverse grip, disengaged the safety and chambered a round, immediately aiming into the darkness at a few shadowy figures rushing towards him and pulling the trigger.
The muffled gunfire echoed in the darkness, the sound of bullets penetrating flesh almost completely drowned out by the chorus of screams, and in that container, a beam of light from a flashlight directly illuminated Biaozi’s blood-streaked, chiseled face.
Through that shaky beam of light, it was apparent that the flashlight holder was far from calm.
Biaozi, expressionless, aimed the muzzle at the source of the light: "Throw the flashlight over here, three, two..."
Before he could count to one.
The flashlight was already thrown out from the darkness. Biaozi picked it up and shone it at the two bodies carrying fire axes that had just launched an attack on him from behind the door, then illuminated the interior of this container.
There were more than thirty survivors.
But at this moment, each one was huddled in fear in the corners, looking at them helplessly, the floor of the container covered in discarded clothes and blankets, the entire space reeking of various rotting smells, extremely pungent.
"Everyone get up now."
Biaozi glanced over everyone present, then waved the Soaring Dragon Assault Rifle in his hand, stating dully: "Don’t make me say it a second time."
Aside from those two, there were no other dangerous targets. If there were, Master Mang would have told him.