New Evolutionist

A convoy formed by students and teachers from several universities gathered a large number of high-quality talents.

Of course, they should be huddled inside their campuses right now, only beginning their flight once they discover the temperature has multiplied.

If one could swallow these people up in advance, many technical problems would be solved.

If you were to ask what the most precious thing in the apocalypse is, some might think it is food, others might think it is industrial products, but in reality, it is the talent produced by the pre-apocalypse education system.

This is the only thing that is truly irreplaceable; for every one that dies, there is one less.

In the previous life, these top-tier scientific research talents were all occupied by major factions, and very few were left to roam free.

If Su Huan wanted the Armed Train to remain independent, he had to have his own reserve of scientific research talent.

Otherwise, once the initial advantages were exhausted, he would only be gradually left behind in the gap.

The atmosphere inside Carriage No. 2 was somewhat oppressive, set off by the various tools scattered about.

Hu An finally picked out two henchmen with intact limbs from the group of cripples, then looked toward Su Huan.

"Just these two."

Su Huan nodded and glanced at Yu Yue and the others. "Yu Jing, go get the little things on the table in my room. Everyone else, go back."

Guessing that Su Huan might be about to do something unkind, Wan Xing hurriedly pushed Qi Xiaoba back to their room.

Yu Yue naturally went to prepare breakfast, leaving only Liang Kuan behind.

Su Huan looked at the two lucky winners; they were both tall and sturdy, about the same height as him. He examined them with satisfaction, poking and prodding them with his fingers.

The feeling was like a Butcher inspecting a pig on a chopping block, deliberating where to make the cut.

The two men were left feeling creeped out by his prodding.

Su Huan thought for a moment and ordered, "Liang Kuan, take their pants off."

As soon as these words were spoken, every living creature in the carriage couldn't help but clench their legs together. Even the look in Hu An's eyes as he watched Su Huan revealed genuine fear.

Liang Kuan hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and ripping the pants off both men.

He even pulled their underwear down to their ankles.

With their hands bound and rags stuffed in their mouths, the two men were stifled and flushed, trying their best to curl their bodies. They let out muffled wails, their eyes filled with both pleading and terror as they looked at Su Huan.

Su Huan stroked his chin and gave Liang Kuan a look. "Make them bend over."

This time, even the look Liang Kuan gave Su Huan was somewhat complex, but he still turned the two men around and pressed them against the table with their backs to Su Huan.

The two men had no room to struggle in Liang Kuan's grip, acting just like little chicks.

Hu An silently turned his head away, refusing to meet the desperate gazes of his two henchmen.

Yu Jing had just walked over and witnessed this eye-searing scene. Her phoenix eyes narrowed, sweeping over Su Huan and Liang Kuan before she revealed a look of realization.

She held up the cylindrical object in her hand and asked, "Is it this thing?"

"Yes, that's it." Su Huan's eyes brightened slightly.

Everyone watched as he took the remote-control-like device, adjusted it a few times, then scanned the area before walking to the train window, opening it, and tapping on it a few times.

A burst of zombie roars erupted.

"Are you going to feed us to the zombies?"

The people lying on the floor felt a chill run down their spines.

The two men sprawled on the table with their bare backsides exposed were even more panicked; one of them even burst into tears.

Seeing the zombies outside approaching, Su Huan threw the cylinder out and pressed the remote in his right hand.

The cylinder traced a graceful parabola, landing perfectly in the pocket on the zombie's chest.

"Bang—crack!"

The zombie's upper body was instantly shredded by the micro-explosion, and bits of flesh splattered against the train's armor.

Su Huan nodded with satisfaction, his craftsmanship hadn't regressed. He tossed the remaining two cylinders to Liang Kuan. "Alright, stuff these into their asses."

The people lying on the floor felt their sphincters tighten instantly, and some even began to feel lucky that they hadn't been chosen because of their broken limbs.

If this thing exploded inside an ass, wouldn't they be blown to pieces on the spot?!

Ignoring the wailing and howling from that side, Yu Jing looked at Su Huan with confusion in her eyes. "You know how to make bombs?"

"Just a little hobby."

Looking at the two burly men clutching their backsides with faces full of grievance, Su Huan proudly lifted his chin.

Water vapor steamed up by the high heat coiled around the tracks like thick, gray-white cotton wool.

The lever of the unmanned switch ahead was suddenly moved by an inexplicable force, creaking as it fell to the right.

The Armed Train rumbled over tracks slick with water droplets, while in the marshes on either side, rotting corpses lay prone, spiderweb-like red stalks of grass sprouting from their chest cavities.

A grey-green arm suddenly thrust out of the mud, and a zombie, half-submerged in the mire, struggled to lift its head, its turbid eyes rotating mechanically with the roar of the passing train.

"Bang!"

A corpse was tossed down, crushing it back into the muck.

Su Huan wiped the sweat from his forehead, closed the door, and looked at the pale-faced Hu An behind him, patting his shoulder with a laugh, "In two months, the weeds on both sides of these tracks will grow lush and thick."

"Bright red, they'll be absolutely beautiful."

Hu An looked at Su Huan's fair fingers, his skin trembling.

He had watched with his own eyes as Su Huan tapped his subordinates between the brows with those reddened fingers, leaving a bloody hole with every touch.

Then, as the train moved on, he tossed them out one by one.

Yu Jing walked over, caught the scent of scorched pig's trotters in the air, and frowned slightly, "Gao Zhe has already set off with those two, and the Forklift has been driven away too."

"Tell Liang Kuan to drive slowly; they'll need a while to move the Water Purifier."

Su Huan first hung Hu An up on the wall, then went to wash his hands.

"Understood. There's something I need to report to you."

Yu Jing said.

Su Huan raised an eyebrow in surprise; this was the first time they had taken the initiative to request a report, "What is it?"

Yu Jing's gaze flicked toward the wall where Hu An was hanging, and the latter immediately played dead, squeezing his eyes shut.

Su Huan understood, and the two headed to the Dining Car.

The tables that had originally been scattered were pushed together in the center to form a long, rectangular table, and at this moment, besides the decorative plants, there were several ferocious claws resting on it.

Beside them lay a shattered glass.

Wan Xing, Qi Xiaoba, and Yu Yue were all sitting at the dining table, their faces still etched with lingering shock.

"What happened?"

Su Huan asked curiously, subconsciously activating his Pan-Energy Perception.

Two fluctuations of energy immediately caught his attention; one was from the sharp claws on the table.

That went without saying—they were naturally materials dismantled from a Night Demon.

The other, surprisingly, came from Yu Yue, who was sitting nearby.

Su Huan looked at Auntie Yu in surprise. Today, Auntie Yu must have groomed herself; her soft long hair was coiled into a bun at the back of her head, and she was wearing a ginger-yellow long-sleeved shirt. Her shoulders were rounded, and the oversized shirt seemed to hang loosely upon her frame.

She didn't look like a mother who had raised a child, but rather like a young woman in her early twenties.

Seeing Su Huan walk over, she hurriedly stood up, lowered her head, and greeted him, "Brother Su."

"You've successfully evolved?"

ps: New author here, asking for follows, catch-ups, and monthly tickets. Thank you all.

Su Huan: "Someone says I swing both ways? Pfft, how filthy!"