A convoy formed by students and teachers from several universities gathered a large number of high-quality talents.
Of course, they should be huddled in the campus now, only starting to flee when they find the temperature is multiplying.
If we could consume these people in advance, many technical problems could be solved.
If you ask what is the most precious thing in the apocalypse, some might think it's food, some might think it's industrial products, but in fact, it's the talents under the education system before the apocalypse.
This is truly irreplaceable, lose one, and there's one less.
In the past life, these top scientific talents were all occupied by major forces, rarely released.
Su Huan wants the armed train to become independent, so it must have its own reserve of scientific talents.
Otherwise, when the initial conditions run out, it'll gradually be left behind.
...
The atmosphere inside Carriage No. 2 was rather oppressive, set against a backdrop of various tools.
Juan finally picked two loyal cronies with intact limbs from a group of cripples, then looked at Su Huan.
"These two."
Su Huan nodded, looked at Yu Yue and the others, and said, "Yu Jing, go get the little thing on the table in my room, and the rest of you go back."
Guessing that Su Huan might be up to something unkind, Wan Xing quickly pushed Qi Xiaobai back to the room.
Yu Yue naturally went to prepare breakfast, leaving only Liang Kuan behind.
Su Huan looked at the two lucky ones who had been chosen, both tall and strong, about his height, and scrutinized them with satisfaction, probing them with his fingers.
It felt like a butcher assessing pigs on the chopping block, pondering where to cut.
The two men were horrified by his poking.
Su Huan thought for a moment and instructed, "Liang Kuan, take off their pants."
At these words, every living creature in the compartment couldn't help but clamp their legs together, even Juan's eyes showed genuine fear as he looked at Su Huan.
Liang Kuan paused for a moment, then stepped forward and yanked off the men's pants.
Their underwear was pulled down to their ankles too.
The two men's hands were tied, mouths stuffed with rags, faces flushed and frustrated; they huddled themselves as much as possible, making muffled cries, looking at Su Huan with eyes full of pleading and fear.
Su Huan stroked his chin and gave Liang Kuan a look, "Bend them over."
This time, even Liang Kuan's gaze toward Su Huan became a bit complicated, but he still turned the two men around, pressing them facedown onto the table.
In Liang Kuan's hands, they had no room to struggle, like little chicks.
Juan silently turned his head away, not looking at the pleading eyes of his cronies.
Yu Jing just arrived to see this eye-burning scene, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, sweeping over Su Huan and the others, showing a look of comprehension.
She raised a cylindrical object in her hand and asked, "Is this it?"
"Yes, that's it." Su Huan's eyes lit up slightly.
Everyone watched as he adjusted a device resembling a remote control, then moved to the window, opened it, and knocked a few times.
A chorus of zombie howls erupted.
'Is he going to feed us to the zombies?'
The people on the ground shivered with fear.
Facing the table, bare-bottomed, the two men were even less certain, one even breaking into loud sobs.
Seeing the zombies outside the train approaching, Su Huan threw the cylinder out and pressed a button on the remote.
The cylinder arced beautifully and landed right inside the pocket on a zombie's chest.
"Bang—Pop!"
The zombie's upper body was blasted to shreds by a mini explosion, with pieces smacking against the train's armor.
Su Huan nodded in satisfaction, skills not deteriorating, as he tossed the remaining two cylinders to Liang Kuan, "Alright, stuff these up their asses."
The people lying on the ground instantly clenched, even feeling fortunate for not being chosen due to their amputations.
If this thing exploded inside them, would they not die instantaneously from delight?!
Ignoring the ghostly wailing sounds over there.
Yu Jing looked at Su Huan with doubt, "You can make bombs?"
"A small skill, nothing more."
Looking at the two strong men with their buttocks clenched and faces full of grievance, Su Huan proudly raised his chin slightly.
...
The water vapor, steaming up from the high temperature, entwines around the tracks like sticky gray-white cotton.
The lever of the unmanned switch in front suddenly gets flipped to the right by an inexplicable force with a creak.
The armored train rumbles over the tracks wet with dew, with decaying corpses strewn across the marsh on either side, red tendrils emerging from their chests like spider webs.
Out of the slime, a grayish arm suddenly reaches up, as a half-submerged zombie struggles, raising its head, its cloudy eyes following the train's roar mechanically.
"Bang!"
A body is thrown down, crushing it.
Su Huan wipes the sweat off his forehead, shuts the door, and looking at the pale-faced Juan behind him, pats him on the shoulder and laughs, "In a couple of months, the wild grass on both sides of these tracks will be flourishing."
"Bright red, it'll be really beautiful."
Juan looks at Su Huan's fair fingers and his skin trembles.
He had watched as Su Huan used his reddened fingers to make a point between the brows of those underlings, each point creating a bloody hole.
Then, as the train moved, he tossed them out one by one.
Yu Jing walked over, smelling the air of charred pig trotters, she slightly frowned, "Gao Zhe has already set off with those two men, and the forklift has been driven away as well."
"Have Liang Kuan drive slower; it will take a while for them to transport the water purifier."
Su Huan first hangs Juan on the wall, then washes his hands.
"Alright, there's something I need to report to you."
Yu Jing said.
Su Huan raised his eyebrows in surprise; this was the first time they had taken the initiative to report, "What is it?"
Yu Jing glanced at Juan hanging on the wall; the latter immediately played dead, closing his eyes.
Su Huan understood and they went to the dining car.
The previously scattered tables merged in the middle, forming a long strip-shaped large table, with a few hideous claws in addition to the decorative plants.
Beside it was a broken glass cup.
Wan Xing, Qi Xiaobai, and Yu Yue all sat around the dining table, with expressions still tinged with surprise.
"What's wrong?"
Su Huan asked curiously, subconsciously activating his pan-energy perception.
Two fluctuating energies caught his attention immediately; one was the claw on the table.
That didn't need to be said; naturally, it was material taken from the Night Demon.
The other was actually Yu Yue, who was sitting nearby.
Surprised, Su Huan looked at Aunt Yu; today's Aunt Yu should have washed up, her soft hair styled into a bun at the back, wearing a long-sleeved ginger shirt, her shoulders smooth, the loose shirt hanging over her.
She didn't appear like a woman who had given birth, more like a girl in her early twenties.
Seeing Su Huan approach, she promptly stood up, lowered her head, and greeted, "Brother Su."
"You've evolved successfully?"
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Su Huan: "Someone said I swing both ways? Tsk, filthy!"