My Apocalypse Train

Translator: AnubisTL

"Yes!"

The moment he received the order, Biaozi had already led his thugs to block the survivors' path. After firing a warning shot, he shouted at the group approaching them at an accelerated pace:

"Raise your hands! Anyone who makes a sudden move will die!"

His body tensed, the Soaring Dragon Assault Rifle in his hands already loaded, its muzzle aimed at the survivors with his finger resting lightly on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment. Compared to these unknown survivors, he'd rather face zombie wolves.

After all, the reason his train had been destroyed once before was because a group of thugs from an enemy train had infiltrated it disguised as survivors and opened fire without warning, causing heavy casualties and killing the train conductor on the spot.

Having learned from that experience, he wouldn't make the same mistake again.

Biaozi stared intently at the approaching survivors. If anyone reached for their pockets, he wouldn't hesitate to open fire. The sudden appearance of so many survivors in this desolate wilderness was already an eerie occurrence.

But...

The survivors seemed to understand Biaozi's intentions. As they approached, everyone raised their hands high, slowing their pace while one of them shouted in a trembling voice, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

When the two groups were only a dozen meters apart, Biaozi's thugs quickly moved forward, pinning all twenty-odd survivors to the ground. Each person was thoroughly searched, and only after confirming they carried no weapons did the thugs turn to Biaozi and nod to signal that everything was safe.

Biaozi breathed a sigh of relief and picked up his walkie-talkie, whispering, "Lord Mang, everything's secure."

Chen Mang emerged from the Stellaris train parked on the wasteland. Draped in an overcoat and leaning on his cane, he walked past the survivors lying on the ground, scanning each one before finally speaking.

"Is there anyone here who can speak?"

"I... I can."

As his words fell, a man among the survivors shakily raised his hand and stood up. "We were all slaves on the Longevity train. Last night, the train was attacked by a zombie horde, and the slaves in our carriage were thrown out as sacrifices."

"But for some reason, the zombie horde didn't attack us. Instead, they continued chasing the train."

"After the zombie horde passed, it was already deep into the night. We didn't dare move. Only after dawn did we consider searching the wasteland for another train to continue our slave mining work. We're all in good shape and very capable!"

"..."

Chen Mang calmly looked at the middle-aged man before him, then turned his gaze to the other survivors. There were about twenty of them, seventeen men and five women.

Most were around thirty years old, with no one significantly older or younger.

Having this many new miners was naturally welcome.

However...

Rather than believe the zombie horde had spared them, Chen Mang suspected someone among them might possess a handheld Zombie Perception Blocker. He had survived the zombie horde himself thanks to this special item.

It was probably hidden too well to be found during the search.

The device was small enough to be concealed anywhere on their bodies.

Chen Mang tilted his head toward Biaozi and waved his hand, whispering, "They've already stripped. Search them again, especially the women. They could be hiding things in many places."

Biaozi hesitated for a moment, then quickly understood. He replied in a low voice, "Understood."

What Chen Mang didn't see was the flicker of panic and anger deep within the eyes of the man who had just shakily stepped forward after hearing the order.

Ten minutes later, all the survivors had been stripped naked and gathered in a designated Zone.

Chen Mang squatted down, using his cane to prod at a walkie-talkie-like device on the ground, still sticky with a viscous liquid. Beside it lay a pistol, three magazines, and even a Train Token—all recovered from a middle-aged woman.

"..."

After a moment of silent contemplation, Chen Mang waved his hand. Biaozi immediately dragged the woman forward.

"Quite the actress, aren't you?"

He raised his cane and gently tapped the woman's cheek, his voice calm. "Refusing to tell the truth and trying to board the train armed—what were you planning?"

The woman, her hair disheveled and her appearance utterly disheveled, knelt on the ground. Her arms were bound behind her back by the thugs, leaving her utterly defenseless. All she could do was scream in terror.

"It's not my fault! He made me do it! He's the Longevity's head thug!"

"He forced us to hide his identity and planned to join a train to seize power on a later date! I was forced to do it!"

Chen Mang followed the woman's gaze and saw the middle-aged man who had spoken to him earlier among the survivors. The man's eyes were brimming with resentment and fear, almost overflowing. He likely knew his fate was sealed.

This man, however, was resolute. He stepped forward from the crowd and stopped two meters from Chen Mang, glaring at him as he ground out each word through clenched teeth: "You win, I lose. Since the truth is out, I have nothing more to say. Just give me a quick death!"

"You're the kind of person I've always admired most—sharp-witted and resourceful!"

"Too bad!"

"Too bad I didn't meet you sooner. I would have gladly become your most loyal subordinate. But if you're willing..."

In the next moment, a burst of gunfire erupted: Tutututu.

The crisp sound of an assault rifle echoed across the wasteland. Chen Mang tossed the rifle to Biaozi before casually asking, "What gibberish were you muttering?"

The gunshot faded, and the man lay sprawled in a pool of blood.

Soon after—

After interrogating each of the survivors, the situation became clear.

This group was indeed from the Longevity train. When the zombie horde attacked, the slaves had been abandoned as bait. This thug, who had been working in the slave car at the time, was also thrown off the train.

He had been hoarding valuables since his time on the previous train, including a handheld Zombie Perception Blocker and a Train Token. He had hidden these items inside his old mistress.

His original plan was to kill the former train conductor and take his place, but the zombie horde had forced their abandonment before he could act.

After being abandoned, the thug survived with the group of slaves thanks to the Zombie Perception Blocker he was carrying. His plan was simple: join another train, infiltrate it again, and kill the train conductor.

Then, he would plunder the train's resources and slaves, using the Train Token to establish his own train.

It made sense.

If he used the Train Token directly without sufficient resources, his train would stall in the wasteland before reaching Tier 2. Joining another train and plundering its resources was the best approach.

After all, most trains were most vulnerable internally, especially without the Built-in Security System accessory.

As long as he could get close to the train conductor, a small handgun would be enough to kill him. With the group of slaves, he had a real chance of using them to bear children.

Chen Mang didn't comment on the plan. He only knew one thing: he now had 21 slaves.

Oh, no, 20.

He had Biaozi take the man's old lover away.

(End of the Chapter)

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