"The Iron-Eating Tree has rioted again."
Yu Yue and the man on the other end of the line said simultaneously, but Yu Yue was three seconds faster.
"Mm, got it."
Su Huan hung up the communication, walked over to sit in a chair, and said lightly, "Time for a haircut."
It has been exactly two months since the apocalypse broke out, but the Armed Train is far from the ragtag group it was in the beginning.
Even a leak required the conductor's personal attention.
After the refitting and upgrading at Shun'an Station, there were no more "passenger" classes on the entire train.
Everyone had been incorporated into the train's system.
The more than a thousand people were no longer subjects he needed to guard against; they had already transformed into extensions of his arms and will.
For instance, incidents like the Iron-Eating Tree riot didn't even need his command.
The combat unit and Armed Corps should have already mobilized.
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