Armed Train in the Apocalypse

Chapter 119: Chapter 111: Exoskeleton Device

Through the scope, I see Yu Yue with a calm face pulling the bolt of the gun.

Su Huan suddenly feels that the dual-core setup is quite nice after all.

Listens to the scattered gunfire on both sides.

”Did you call them here too?”

”...Yes.”

Clearly, the smooth sniping rhythm halted for a moment.

At this moment, the broadcast throughout the entire logistics center is heard, whether in the storage area, equipment post, or even in the corridors, Yu Jing’s clear and calm voice echoes everywhere.

”Su Huan, the remaining two Slaughterers are heading towards your location, sounds can no longer confuse them, and five hundred ordinary zombies are converging at your position, Lu Xiao’s team is at the left exit, Jiang Rong’s team is at the equipment station, I suggest you retreat from the left.”

The approaching zombies hesitate for a moment, as if discerning the source of the sound, then slowly move towards the corner where Su Huan is located.

The Tier Two Slaughterer in front of me is pinned to the ground by three high-explosive armor-piercing rounds from Yu Yue.

Su Huan takes a deep breath and stands up.

Fighting outside the car has this drawback—after shooting, there is a lot to clean up.

Yu Yue’s gentle and soft voice also rings in his ears, ”Two D-level teams are in position, please give the command, conductor.”

Su Huan puts away the sniper rifle, conserving energy whenever possible, ”Gather everyone’s voices together and transmit them to everyone’s ears.”

”Understood.”

Suddenly, it feels as if the world at Su Huan’s ear expands.

The footsteps of Jiang Rong and her team advancing, the click-clack sound of Lao San changing magazines, the whispering between Yu Jing and Professor Ma discussing exoskeleton modifications in the digital center, and even the sticky glances and breaths of Lu Xiao and Miao Qi, as if it’s all vividly present in his mind.

All the sounds don’t simply layer together; instead, they appear in his ears with depth and spatial awareness.

It’s as if he’s an unrestricted listener.

He can observe these desired sounds from any angle, move closer or withdraw, like He Jie deep among the cargo; his breathing is heavy and fluid-laden, hinting at lung injury.

Pulling back a bit, he can also hear Xiaozhao’s pounding heart and forced calm as she swallows her saliva, her fingers whitening while gripping the edge of the shelf.

Su Huan feels a sense of novelty pushing open the door to a new world, ”This is your world?”

”Oh, you heard it? It’s like this.”

She seems oblivious.

A glimmer of surprise flashes in Su Huan’s eyes as he climbs swiftly over the surrounding pile of goods, ”Did your ability evolve again?”

”Yes, just now, when I was thinking about how to integrate the sounds and share them with you, I suddenly gained another ability.”

Yu Yue explains meekly.

Su Huan raises an eyebrow, not expecting the little cook to have a knack like Doraemon.

Giving whatever is needed.

He thinks about examining further to see if there’s more potential to extract from that soft body.

”All units report ammunition stock.”

The people in his ears hesitate for a moment, perhaps surprised by this all-encompassing auditory experience.

Yu Yue is the first to speak, ”Sniper Yu Yue, 42 sniper rounds remaining.”

”Logistics Yu Jing, one unit of 7.62 standard rounds.”

”Assault Zhang Kai, one unit of 5.56 standard rounds.”

”Firepower Lao San, two 7.62 standard round belts, 200 rounds.”

”Assault Lao Er, two 7.62 standard magazines, 120 rounds, 60 9mm pistol rounds.”

”Secondary Firepower Boss, three 5.56 standard magazines, 90 rounds, one unit of 9mm pistol rounds.”

”D-grade team Jiang Rong, 24 5.56 standard rounds, 45 9mm pistol rounds.”

”D-grade team Lu Xiao, about one unit of 7.62 standard rounds, 20 9mm pistol rounds.”

Listening to the reports coming through, Su Huan frowns; the bullet count is too low, even less than the total number of zombies.

”What about Liang Kuan?”

”He’s still fighting.”

Suddenly, Liang Kuan’s heavy breathing is heard in everyone’s ear, followed by hysterical roars, putting everyone momentarily in the heat of an Ancient Roman arena until Yu Yue cuts off Liang Kuan’s sound.

Confirming that this guy is still going strong, Su Huan feels assured, lowering his gaze to the pitiful He Jie beneath him.

The other lies bare-chested on the pile of goods, the rice bags beneath him burst open, white rice grains mingle with blood spatter.

His muscular chest bears a terrible bruise crossing it, and his once-broad sternum appears deformed.

”Tsk tsk, quite sturdy, should I help you up?”

He Jie rolls his eyes, ”Stop eyeing my crotch with that damn look, you’ll be scared to death if I take it out!”

”Is that so?”

”You’re laughing!”

”You got it wrong.”

”Laughing with ill intent.”

Su Huan does his best to suppress his laughter.

”How about now?”

”Don’t hold it in; it looks more lewd.”

Su Huan chuckles while lending a hand, pulling He Jie up, who gasps in pain.

”Feels like I broke a couple of ribs, damn it!”

”No worries, I have a miracle doctor on the train.”

”That’s just an intern, can’t perform first aid better than I do. Enough of that; working with you feels great after all. If that Power Supplier in my team were this fierce, I would’ve never let him lead the team to attack the train.”

Su Huan smiles, not wanting to dampen his spirits.

A Power Supplier before reaching Tier One truly isn’t much use, only capable of bullying ordinary people.

But which fields’ Evolver can’t overpower ordinary folk?

The early combat effectiveness of a Power Supplier is not much different from a Maker.