Kicked by God

Su Huan retreated silently, ignoring them further, and knocked on the door of Yu Jing and her mother's cabin.

Yu Jing stood at the doorway, glanced at the noisy sixth carriage, and asked softly, "Do you want me to come with you?"

Su Huan was not particularly tall, just over 1.8 meters, barely looking down at the 1.67-meter-tall Yu Jing.

His lips parted slightly, "Come."

Su Huan turned and walked toward the front carriages.

Yu Jing followed quickly.

The number of deluxe soft-sleeper cabins was the same as the standard ones: eight.

The difference was that each deluxe cabin contained one large bed for a single occupant, whereas the standard cabins held four beds.

Su Huan pushed the door open, stepped over a fuel tank, and found a few precarious footholds amidst a pile of metal parts before laboriously sitting down on his bed.

Looking down from the bed, the floor was covered in various metal parts, with wrenches of different lengths stuck into an iron bucket fashioned from a cut-up fuel tank.

The carpet underfoot was also soaked through with oil.

There were signs of violent cutting along the edges of the rooms on both sides; it appeared he had broken through to the adjacent cabins.

Su Huan looked up, saw Yu Jing standing there in a daze, and narrowed his eyes, "Yu Shuo looks quite surprised?"

Yu Jing's indifferent expression shifted slightly, a glimmer appearing in her eyes.

"Where did you get this?"

Su Huan said coldly, "Whether you and your mother can stay depends on whether you can restore this motorcycle tonight."

Yu Jing picked up a wheel from the floor, not caring in the slightest that the grease on it was staining her short-sleeved shirt, "Kawasaki Ninja H2. This isn't just a motorcycle; you could call it a Land Flyer."

"130,000 revolutions per minute—do you have any idea what that concept means?"

Yu Jing suddenly turned her head and stared at him, asking.

Su Huan was taken aback by her demeanor, then asked skeptically, "What concept?"

In his past life, he had ridden quite a few motorcycles, but they were all common models; he had only ridden this one back because its design was exceptionally striking.

He truly didn't know the brand or the specifications.

He hadn't expected Yu Jing to recognize it at a glance.

"When you twist the throttle to the end, it's about the same as being kicked by God."

Su Huan frowned, "Just tell me if you can restore it or not."

"No problem!"

Yu Jing agreed immediately and then went to the oil bucket to search for suitable tools; she looked even more enthusiastic than Su Huan.

Su Huan didn't speak; he took out his logbook and began to observe Yu Jing.

At first, the situation seemed normal.

"Where is the rear suspension?"

"Behind the panel to your front left."

"Where is the piston caliper?"

"It should be... probably under that piece by your feet."

"It's not here."

"Why don't you look again?"

Half an hour later, the dynamic began to shift.

"I am truly speechless. To violently dismantle a bike like this, you've even scratched the paint."

"What a waste of a masterpiece!"

"Simply a bastard!"

Su Huan, who was helping on the side, watched with an unreadable expression as Yu Jing gritted her teeth, muttering curses while working on the bike.

If it weren't for the fact that her mechanical skills were genuinely impressive and her figure, outlined by her jeans, was truly alluring, Su Huan would have long since been unable to resist strangling her right there.

"Help me get the wrench."

"This one?"

"No, the other one."

"This...?"

"Not that one, the one I just used!"

"Forget it, I'll do it myself!"

Su Huan looked at the four or five wrenches Yu Jing had just touched, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He couldn't tell if this woman was being genuine or putting on an act.

The sense of her being a high-caliber scientific researcher vanished the moment she picked up a wrench; she was starting to resemble those fiery, sharp-tongued mechanics from the wasteland repair shops of his past life.

His little mouth kept flapping, outputting words without a moment's pause.

The results, however, were quite remarkable; three or four tenths of the scattered parts he had dismantled on the ground were now restored.

This wasn't just finding a treasure; this was striking a gold mine.

His hands-on ability was comparable to a veteran mechanic with ten years of experience.

Taking advantage of the fact that Yu Jing hadn't summoned him yet, Su Huan pulled out his little notebook and placed a checkmark next to "Maintenance Talent" on the Armed Train project page.

Once he found Master Ba in a while, the first phase of the Armed Train could officially begin!

"December 17th, early winter, temperature 24°C—"

The temperature had risen by another degree. It seemed like the deadline was still far off, but this was merely the slow warming phase at the beginning.

Su Huan had watched for a few hours last night and, realizing that Yu Jing was indeed the real deal, went to sleep in the next room.

Of course, not wanting to be muttered about to his face was also a major factor.

Clang—clang—

The train slid out of the tunnel at a low speed and came to a halt on the outskirts of Wen'an City.

Looking out, one could see nothing but emerald green mountains, with various industrialized modern buildings interspersed in the valleys. The train lay across the tracks like a green iron python basking in the sun.

Except for the zombies being hauled on the train that were a bit noisy, everything was quite beautiful.

The carriage door opened, and Su Huan stood at the entrance holding a long wrench, scanning the surroundings.

He casually tapped the iron door twice.

A harsh clanging sound echoed out.

The group of zombies in the carriage shrieked even more joyfully, but after waiting for a long time, only one half-dead creature crawled out from under the train.

Its white shirt was worn to shreds, flesh and mud were matted together, and half of its face was missing.

"You don't look like a local, either."

Su Huan jumped down and smashed a wrench against the back of its head.

With a bang, the zombie went silent.

"Ding!"

"Daily kill count plus one!"

Su Huan mimicked a mechanical voice and chuckled strangely.

He didn't have a system, and killing zombies didn't yield any rewards for the time being, but in life, one had to find some fun for oneself.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to endure the past four years.

Liang Kuan followed calmly behind him, holding a fire axe in his hand.

Clearly, he had long since grown accustomed to Su Huan's neurotic behavior.

The two walked to the rear carriages, cautiously keeping their distance from the undercarriage. Seeing that no monsters were crawling out, they let Liang Kuan step forward to open the door.

Because it was an old-fashioned sightseeing train, the doors lacked electronic interlocks or speed-sensing locks, retaining their mechanical structure instead.

It relied mainly on manual operation.

As the door was pulled open by Liang Kuan, it revealed a series of haggard, tense faces inside, which turned to fear and disgust the moment they saw Su Huan.

"Time to work, time to work, everyone come on out."

Su Huan maintained the basic professional standard of smiling service.

Seeing that there was no immediate danger, the crowd gradually emerged and gathered in the open space.

Ignoring the gazes filled with resentment and fear, Su Huan clapped his hands twice and said familiarly, "Same old rules: bring back three portions of food and water, plus one portion of medicine, and you can get back on the train. Today's special ticket is tools—whether it's an electric drill, a chainsaw, or anything that can be used to repair machinery, it can offset one ticket."

Many people's expressions changed.

But not daring to refuse, they could only stand in the crowd and mutter in low voices.

"It only required three portions of food and water before; why add a portion of medicine today?"

"It's hard enough to hide from the zombies... where are we supposed to find that much food?"

A young man in a hoodie glanced at Su Huan, silently left the group, and began to explore outward.