The screen of the Target Detection Radar showed these survivors hiding in a train?

"..."

Chen Mang's expression grew slightly strange. To call it a train was a stretch; it was actually just one carriage and a train head. The external armor was tattered, but his Target Detection Radar could acquire information about other trains within range.

According to the information he received.

This train was basically on the verge of scrapping, unable to start normally. The completeness of the various components installed had all dropped below 10%, which was already a dysfunctional state.

And this train was currently stuck in a pond.

Normally speaking.

In the depth of the ruins of "Taiping City", trains typically couldn't get in. People could only drive trains to the outskirts of Taiping City, then send thugs inside to search for survivor supplies. For this train to appear here...

It probably was swept up into the air by a tornado on the wasteland a few days ago and fell here.

After passing the order to Biaozi and the others.

"Boom...!"

Accompanied by the roaring engines of the off-road motorcycles, Biaozi and the others formed a single file, heading straight towards the depths of the city ruins.

...

In the depths of a pond in the city ruins, a train was plunged headfirst to the bottom of the pond, with the train head completely submerged, leaving only half of a carriage exposed above.

This was an artificial pond.

A year after Doomsday, it had been left without maintenance, and although not completely dried up, the water level had indeed dropped somewhat.

Several corpses, thoroughly decayed, drifted on the water's surface, emitting an extremely foul odor, while the black pond water made it hard to approach.

"Damn it!"

Inside the train, a man was cursing quietly in anger, wondering why he was so unlucky these days. It was already frustrating enough that Ji Chuchu couldn't be sold, and then misfortune struck again, with the train being blown into the air by a tornado a few days ago.

Disoriented, he passed out on the spot.

Upon waking up again.

There was only one carriage left, located deep in a mud pond of the Taiping City ruins, nearly completely scrapped and unable to start again.

Without the train's protection, what was he supposed to face those vicious monsters with?

He didn't dare leave the pond to venture to other parts of the Taiping City ruins. At least here was a safe spot. Observing over the past few days, he found that neither zombies nor zombie wolves dared to enter the water, making this a barely safe place.

However, the food reserves in the train were all consumed. The carriages containing food production parts were long gone, with only slave carriage number 2 remaining.

But there weren't many slaves left. Many died from the violent shaking, and the remaining survivors were mostly seriously injured.

Everyone was in a half-dead state.

"This won't do!"

A vicious gleam flashed in the man's eyes as he stuck his head out of the carriage, surveying the surroundings. Continuing like this was a dead end; he had to think of a way to find some food.

It was at this moment—

"Hmm?"

The man suddenly froze, as he seemed to faintly notice several motorcycles kicking up dust near the pond, advancing towards him over obstacles.

Are these people crazy?

Daring to act like this in the Taiping City ruins? And where did they get off-road motorcycles from?!!

He looked at the scene, his thoughts fluctuating. Normal survivors wouldn't dare be so brazen; these people were most likely thugs sent by some level 3 train to search for survivors.

They were probably here to investigate his train stuck in the pond.

If he waves, they'll surely save him, but... then he would only become a slave under their dominion.

Having once been a Train Captain managing over a hundred people, he naturally didn't want to become a subordinate at someone else's whim. However, to hide and not show himself, without food, if trapped like this, death was inevitable.

After a brief hesitation.

The man took a deep breath, quickly made a decision, took off his coat, raised it above his head, then emerged from the carriage with all his strength, shouting: "Help, help!!!"

Survive first.

Then slowly find a chance afterwards.

In the next moment—

"Roar!"

Perhaps due to the loud noise, seven or eight second-level zombie wolves suddenly emerged from the distant building ruins, their eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Biaozi and his group who had just steadied their off-road motorcycles.

The drool dripping from their fangs tinted the ground with the scent of death.

They closed in step by step.

A fierce battle was on the verge of breaking out.

...

"..."

Biaozi, mounted on the off-road motorcycle, propped one foot on the ground, his face wary as he watched the approaching pack of zombie wolves. Clutching a Car Blade Fragment tightly in his hand, although a bit tense, everything was still under control.

At the same time, his eyebrows knitted together as he glimpsed the train in the pond and the bloated, foul-smelling corpses floating on the water's surface, involuntarily twitching his nose.

This smell.

It was potent.

The pond water was likely becoming a virus incubator. Figuring out how to get the people from the train out would indeed pose a challenge.

It was at this moment!

"Roar!"

The group of zombie wolves finally let out a low growl, eager and restless, poised on the ground, their limbs taut, ready to pounce at any moment.

But then...

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!"

The sound of air being split suddenly resounded near Biaozi and his group, as eight crossbow arrows shot forth from afar, pinning those zombie wolves heavily to the ground with breathtaking speed.

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