Black rain poured down, shrouding the world in chaos.
HT-426 set down the tactical tablet in his hand and squinted into the distance.
The towering figure walking from the direction of the train gradually overlapped with the images on the data, only now it seemed less manic.
Long hair tied at the back, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
He didn't look like the conductor leading a hundred thousand zombies to slaughter human settlements, more like a young art student in college.
Mysterious, yet the young man's biggest secret was the Genetic Primordial.
Capture him, and there will be plenty of time to understand.
HT-426 coldly said, "447, test his limits."
"Received."
Su Huan walked toward the figure in the middle. Today's armored train was unlike before; every battle required cunning and calculation, with an element of risking one's life.
