Apocalypse: I Build A Doomsday Train-Chapter 223 - 217 Vehicle-Mounted Military Industry Base_2

Chapter 223: Chapter 217 Vehicle-Mounted Military Industry Base_2

He quickly turned around and realized that the truckload of supplies he brought with him had less than one-third remaining, and his face began to look grim.

"Damn, Sun Chang, could they really have a whole trainload of arms?" Hu Lushou whispered to the woman behind him.

The woman named Sun Chang also felt that they might have underestimated the power of this train group, and slowly opened her mouth to say, "These weapons are so new; they must have gotten a batch of military supplies."

Hu Lushou frowned and said, "Oh, really?"

The woman said nothing.

Hu Lushou’s face darkened, and he looked at the heavy train with a subtle expression, muttering under his breath, "I believed your nonsense...

Yet, the scene of moving weapon crates seemed to loop endlessly, continuously displayed before Hu Lushou.

Thud!

The last box of weapons was placed in front of Hu Lushou’s team, and the man responsible for inspecting the goods turned around to see his lackeys spreading their hands in bewilderment, because the supplies on their truck had been emptied and replaced with a pile of crates filled with automatic rifles, neatly stacked in the corner of the truck.

"Is that all?" Chen Sixuan finished counting the last wave of supplies, raised her head and frowned at them, "How is it just a little bit?"

Upon hearing this, Hu Lushou was so startled that he spilled the tea in his hand. He jumped up, his hand holding the teacup trembling, looking back at his own truck and then at another crate of guns being lifted down from the train; he was feeling numb.

At this time, Lin Xian got off the train, with KIKI beside him holding back laughter, looking at Hu Lushou and said, "I thought it was a big deal, but we haven’t even filled half a train carriage."

Of course, a truck and a train carriage can’t be compared. Hu Lushou’s truckload of supplies was moved into storage compartment No. 7, only filling up about one-third of the space.

Lin Xian came over, calmly saying, "Weren’t you going to clear the stocks? Want to go fetch some more? As agreed, you can’t leave until everything’s cleared."

"Hey, you guys!?"

Hu Lushou’s face fluctuated, realizing he had definitely stepped into a big trap today, was about to explode, but saw a sharp eye looking over.

Lin Xian looked at him with interest, Mechanical Heart in operation, suddenly, the train’s two automatic blast-proof doors opened, the weapon stations on cars No. 2 and No. 11 retracted, two terrifying death cannons slowly rose up on the train.

Woo~ Tong Tong Tong Tong Tong Tong~

In an instant, the seemingly unremarkable heavy train suddenly turned into a mobile battleship.

The faces of Hu Lushou and his lackeys quickly turned dark as the base of the G3 electromagnetic railgun and the 1130 Close-in Weapon System rotated and rose, everyone’s pupils contracted at the same time, and the people from the Survivor Caravan changed their expressions drastically, unconsciously backing away.

Faced with the black hole-like cannon barrels of those two ’big guns’, Hu Lushou froze, the toad sunglasses slipping to the tip of his nose, revealing two terrified eyes.

He stammered, "No... no, big... big brother, what are you doing??"

Hu Lushou’s heart skipped a beat, earlier he almost exploded, but the other side seemed to have preemptively anticipated his actions.

"Oh, it’s nothing." Lin Xian looked back at the electromagnetic railgun, "You don’t have to be afraid, it’s just routine maintenance of the train system, don’t be fooled by the large caliber of these cannons, they don’t hurt a bit when they hit."

Everyone:...

Seeing this scene, the woman named Sun Chang also changed her face drastically, thinking these weapons could easily be used against monsters, but how did they appear in ordinary passenger carriages?

At this moment, Hu Lushou felt like he’d seen a ghost; he had been keeping an eye on this train since it entered the city, although covered with armor, it looked like regular civilian passenger carriages, in this apocalyptic world, unless you have a military industry system, who can install two giant weapons into ordinary train carriages??

Woo~

As if unintentionally, the two ’big guns’ were retracted again.

"Boss Hu, don’t worry about those things." Lin Xian smiled at Hu Lushou, "Let’s continue talking about business."

"Yes, yes, yes, business, business!" Hu Lushou was cursing inside, but his face was all smiles, completely devoid of the previous arrogance, gulping repeatedly, and said to Lin Xian, "May I know how to address you, big brother?"

"Lin Xian."

"Hello Brother Lin, buying so many guns at such a low price makes me feel uneasy, how about this, I’ll count it up, for every two crates of guns, I’ll throw in an extra crate of jerkies, how about that?" Hu Lushou revealed a clever but slippery look, realizing he hit a brick wall, his speed in changing expressions was jaw-dropping.

"What, didn’t you say you have dozens of truckloads of items to trade?" KIKI crossed her arms, suddenly floated up, hair fluttering, with a threatening tone in her voice.

Lu Xingchen, perched on the train roof at some point, had flames burning on his palms, with a defiant smile: "This lord also heard earlier, said once our goods are cleared, we are to scram, the goods aren’t cleared yet, does the boss intend to go back on his word?"

Seeing this scene, immediately, everyone in the station gasped, eyes in shock turned to these two individuals.

Even a fool can tell, these two have quite high-level Superpowers, currently displayed, are undeniably intimidating!

"No, no, when did I ever say that!" Hu Lushou’s face turned pale, he could now see these people were not ones to be messed with, immediately exploding with survival instincts, skin thickening tenfold, turning to his lackeys and yelling: "Did I say that to Brother Lin just now?"

"No, no!!!" All the lackeys vehemently shook their heads, each drenched in cold sweat.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding." Hu Lushou pasted on a smiling face, lowered his voice and said to Lin Xian, "I thought you guys were doing retail, never thought you were doing wholesale, how about this, let me act as an agent to sell off the remaining guns for you, our Fu Lu Shou Team roams the cities dealing in goods transactions, plenty of outlets and routes, Brother Lin your guns are of such good quality, I guarantee to sell them at a good price, what do you think?"

Lin Xian frowned slightly, looking at the thin man with gold teeth, thinking this guy was indeed talented, obviously been slapped in the face with life on the line, yet his first reaction was not to beg for forgiveness but brazenly come over to cozy up, with a facade of discovering business opportunities wanting to collaborate, leaving Lin Xian a bit caught off guard.

"So your goods are earned by low buying high selling speculation or what?" Lin Xian asked directly.

Hu Lushou immediately straightened his spine, responding righteously: "No, definitely not, our Fu Lu Shou Team’s prices are absolutely below the Blood Essence official exchange price, just that this world sees deaths every day and each Survivor Caravan, camp, everyone needs different things, so based on needs we earn a price difference, you know nights are dangerous, transaction everywhere is not low risk for us, so it’s... actually just earning hard money...."

"Hard money?" Lin Xian almost laughed: "You monopolized, still earning less, weren’t you just saying there are dozens of trucks in the camp?"

Hu Lushou’s face changed slightly, glancing around, quickly leaned closer to Lin Xian and whispered:

"Not dozens, just ten or so, and all small trucks, this truck is our most stocked, if you took all the food away, our team of seventy or eighty men tonight would be munching on guns, plus, zombies and monsters are becoming more numerous and powerful, small-caliber automatic rifles aren’t worth as much anymore, I collected a lot before, so hearing your price at the radio, I’m afraid my goods won’t go out, hence..."

Hu Lushou wore an expression of pleading; his original plan was to buy up this batch of automatic rifles from Lin Xian and then slowly trade them away, otherwise, as small caliber rifles became less valuable, he’d definitely lose money. But unexpectedly, he stumbled big time, trading back a few hundred automatic rifles, feeling bitter with no words to express, and there were so many other Survivor Caravans at the site, with Lin Xian’s team there too, which he couldn’t mess with, so he had to admit defeat.

Hence, smart as he was, he quickly adjusted his strategy, shamelessly trying to cling to Lin Xian’s leg, thinking that even if cooperation fails, being able to leave unharmed is also good, if he continues to trade, he’d die crying.