Armed Train in the Apocalypse

Chapter 319: Chapter 225: Bar_3

(Wearing glasses, reference ’Zhang Liangying Ninety Thousand Characters’)

Yes, after multiple evolutions, especially after several ability enhancements from the Fighting Master.

Su Huan’s height has increased slightly.

The secretary adjusted her glasses and said casually, ”This makes me look more professional.”

The silver glasses made her face appear colder and more glamorous, fair-skinned.

Su Huan said speechlessly, ”How much of your capacity can you exert wearing high heels?”

”My close combat abilities are practically nil, so it doesn’t really affect me.”

Su Huan thought for a moment and realized that was true.

Her vacuum manipulation ability is decent, but the control strength isn’t as good as Xiaoba, and the killing power isn’t as good as Lin Jin; it can only supplement some special combat methods.

Even though she is a Tier One Evolver, she doesn’t play a significant role in battling enemies of the same level.

Previously in combat with the armed train, her biggest role was to silence ordinary soldiers.

Which was quickly broken by Xiaoba and the others.

Currently, it seems neither here nor there, without a decisive impact.

Her positioning is similar to Yu Yue’s.

”Wear them then. By the way, how long until we reach the Information Technology Park?”

”About two kilometers away. The tide is rising, so our speed has actually increased, but why don’t we just storm in?”

”Don’t you find the idea of building a refuge at sea romantic?”

”Architecture full of creativity regrowing in a world ravaged by natural disasters...”

Shu Wei said coldly, ”The refuge hasn’t formed any complete system. Killing the Qi Family will make this creative building belong to the armed train.”

Su Huan looked at her in shock, with an exaggerated expression, ”How can you have such a cruel and cold thought?”

”Throw away those corrupt ideas imprinted in your mind by big companies. Always resorting to snatch, like barbarians, humans spent hundreds of thousands of years to develop ethics and morals to restrain themselves and form social systems, but you throw it all away in one day. It’s terrifying.”

Shu Wei’s eyes widened, biting her lower lip incredulously.

Who was it that once led a million corpse wave to drown a large city without batting an eyelid?

This maniac...

Now accusing her of being ruthless and barbaric, saying she lacks morals and shame?

”Are you scolding me?”

Su Huan’s narrow eyes flashed with a cold gleam.

Shu Wei calmly said, ”This is the method of minimizing losses. There may be bloodshed, but it is definitely the fastest way.”

Su Huan neither agreed nor disagreed.

This may have been the best method when chaos first began, like on a sealed train.

Nobody knows anyone; all geographical and blood ties are cut off, making everyone strangers.

Indeed, killing one serves as a warning to many.

When order collapses, nobody would sacrifice themselves for strangers.

But it’s a different story at a gathering place.

From observing Qi Tieshan and his few sons, it’s clear the refuge’s social structure is stabilizing from turmoil.

At this point, forcibly intervening with the armed train is like outsiders forcefully intervening in a small county.

He would face everyone’s resistance.

Although the current strength of the armed train allows them to crush the entire refuge without much sacrifice.

It doesn’t relate to his goals.

After all the ruckus, if no benefits are reaped, what’s the point?

He doesn’t have irreconcilable conflicts with the Qi Family or the refuge.

The time isn’t that pressing now, and he is somewhat interested in this refuge. Why not try interacting first?

See if there’s potential for trade.

...

Half an hour later.

A quarter of the refuge was in turmoil.

A group of people came through the storm on a small boat, arriving below the building, arriving during the rising tide for the first time.

On the seventh-floor corridor, Qi Zhenbang looked cautiously at the group through the small window on the iron door.

He had seen many people coming to the refuge, once-mighty tycoons, small internet celebrities, those with families, elderly, and young.

But they all shared a look of distress in the face of calamity.

Even he, living in the shelter long-term, carried a hint of inescapable desolation.

Yet the six people before him seemed as though they mistakenly wandered in before the apocalypse.

Handsome men and beautiful women, attire bright and dazzling.

If it wasn’t before dark, Qi Zhenbang would suspect he was seeing ghosts.

Six people in total, four men and two women, led by a young man in black attire and long hair, smiling with narrowed eyes. Though rain poured outside, not a single drop touched him.

Beside him, a woman wore a loose knit sweater, arms encased in sun-protective sleeves, a loose and lazy side braid draping her chest, gaze persistently on the young man in front, her round almond eyes nearly overflowing with tenderness.

Another was even more excessive, still daring to wear a black silk pencil skirt at this time.

Compared to these three, the oddity of the remaining three rustic-looking guys was nothing.

Just carrying more weapons—who doesn’t leave home with a couple of guns these days?

Perhaps seeing the hesitation in his eyes, the young man stepped forward with a smile.

”Hello, I’m Su Huan, a lost survivor.”

(Forgot to mention yesterday, reading ”I’m Not a Literary Giant” ”Warm Monsoon”)