51: Chapter 51 Fleeing in All Directions

Zhang Man pouted, helplessly remaining pressed against the blast-proof glass.

She watched the grand and bloody fireworks display outside.

Meanwhile, Liu Ruyan held a glass of red wine, leaning lazily against the soft leather sofa.

Her captivating peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, as if she were already long accustomed to such bloody scenes.

"These savages are truly pitiful."

"They just had to provoke our family's cold and ruthless Train Master."

"They can't even tell how much they weigh; they deserve to die."

Anye, like a ghost, hung silently upside down in the shadows of the carriage ceiling.

Her heterochromatic eyes—one blue and one yellow—stared fixedly at the battle outside.

With just a single look from Su Chen, she would merge into the darkness without hesitation.

She would rush out to silently reap the enemies' lives amidst the chaos.

Su Xiaoxiao was currently sitting at the calculation desk in the corner.

Holding an account book and listening to every cannon blast outside, her small face was scrunched into a ball.

"Oh my, my Train Master."

"Every shot from that Thunder Main Cannon consumes so much Lightning Attribute Core energy."

"Those Armor-piercing Explosive Shells are all made with real gold and silver."

"Using them against this group of paupers is like using an anti-aircraft gun on a mosquito; it's a losing business!"

Despite her complaints, the look of admiration in Su Xiaoxiao's eyes could not be hidden.

This domineering posture of crushing everything with absolute wealth and firepower perfectly suited her Little Money-grubber appetite.

The symphony of death outside continued.

Zhao Kuang's frantic roars were soon completely drowned out by the continuous, dense sounds of explosions.

In the face of this thunderous crossfire net, their superior numbers and control of the high ground became a massive joke.

After the main cannon finished charging, its second beam of blue light once again pierced through the cliff on the right.

Another two heavy trains evaporated into thin air in an instant.

The Machine Gun Tower's hail of bullets plowed the ground.

The Wind Blades cut through everything ruthlessly.

Various lethal attacks intertwined within Death Valley to form a beautiful painting of hell.

Less than five minutes had passed.

The ten Iron Blood Alliance trains that had originally been lined up majestically for the ambush...

...six of them had now turned into burning skeletons of scrap metal.

The remaining four trains were riddled with holes, their armor shattered.

They were on the verge of complete disintegration under the continuous firepower.

Thick smoke billowed in the canyon, blotting out the sun.

The smell of scorched meat mixed with the pungent scent of gunpowder was nauseating.

Hundreds of elite players from the Iron Blood Alliance were wiped out in these short five minutes.

Screams, pleas for help, and painful wails merged into one.

Those once-arrogant thugs were now shivering behind cover like startled quails.

This was no carefully planned ambush.

This was an out-and-out one-sided massacre.

Su Chen still stood before the blast-proof glass.

With an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, his gaze was as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice.

Looking at the burning wreckage outside, his heart remained unmoved.

In this dog-eat-dog wasteland world, mercy and pity are the greatest cruelties to oneself.

Since the other party wanted his life and intended to steal his supplies and women...

...then he would use the most violent means to completely erase them from this world.

Strike one blow to forestall a hundred.

This was the code of conduct for the peerless overlord.

Above the cliff.

Zhao Kuang was slumped on the deck of the Flagship Train, his walkie-talkie long since lost.

His face was covered in black soot, and the scar on his bald head was twitching violently.

Those eyes that were once arrogant and filled with lewdness and greed...

...now held only deep fear, despair, and an incomprehensible confusion.

The second-largest power in the East China Region, which he took pride in...

...the foundation of ten heavy trains he had spent countless efforts, scams, and deceptions to accumulate...

...couldn't even last five minutes in front of this man named Su Chen.

He had originally thought the other party was just a relatively strong fat sheep.

But reality told him that the opponent was an unspeakable, terrifying demon god.

"No... this is impossible..."

Zhao Kuang trembled all over, muttering to himself.

He looked at his subordinates lying in pools of blood, dead in miserable states.

He looked at the train wreckage engulfed in raging flames.

An unprecedented surge of regret welled up in his heart.

If he hadn't provoked that man at the auction yesterday just for the sake of face...

If he hadn't been blinded by greed and attempted to ambush this dark-gold beast...

He would still be the high and mighty, domineering leader of the Iron Blood Alliance.

Unfortunately, there are no 'ifs' in this world.

The laws of the wasteland have always been this cruel and real.

Survival of the fittest; the winner takes all.

A violent tremor came from the deck beneath his feet.

Zhao Kuang looked up abruptly and discovered in horror...

...that the abyss roarer below, which looked like a messenger from hell...

...had its terrifying Thunder Electromagnetic Pulse Cannon glowing with blinding blue electric arcs once again.

The massive, pitch-black barrel was slowly turning under Ling Yi's control.

Finally, it locked onto the Flagship Train where Zhao Kuang was located without any deviation.

"Run! Run for me, damn it!"

Zhao Kuang frantically shoved aside the adjutant blocking him, his fat body exploding with surprising agility.

He pounced toward the flagship's control console on all fours.

With one kick, he sent the pilot, who was still clumsily trying to counterattack, flying against the cabin wall.

He personally grabbed the thick steam control lever.

He slammed it forward to the red line danger zone at the very top.

"Boom—!"

This Flagship Train, reinforced with countless thick steel plates, erupted with a deafening roar.

The massive boiler pressure caused the entire train body to shake violently.

To escape this Shura field as quickly as possible, Zhao Kuang completely ignored the lives of his companions.

He jerked the rudder, and the massive locomotive directly rammed aside a half-wrecked train belonging to his own alliance on the left.

Amidst the desperate screams and vicious curses of the lackeys on that train...

Zhao Kuang's flagship spewed out black smoke as thick as ink.

The wheels ground against the rails, throwing off blinding sparks as it fled madly toward the end of the canyon.

Meanwhile.

Inside the spacious and luxurious panoramic cockpit of the abyss roarer.

Su Chen stood lazily before the blast-proof glass.

Between his long, powerful fingers was a specially supplied cigarette scavenged from the ruins of the old era.

Chu Qingxue, wearing a form-fitting white silk nightgown, stood obediently by his side.

This dance department belle, who was usually cold and aloof, was currently using her delicate hands to hold an exquisite crystal ashtray.

She bent her slender waist slightly, the proud white curve at her neckline partially visible.

"Trying to run?"

Su Chen took a deep drag of the cigarette, letting the rich smoke circulate in his lungs.

Then he tilted his head back slightly and exhaled a perfect smoke ring.

In his deep eyes, a cruel sneer flashed, as if he were looking at a dead man.

Liu Ruyan, standing to the side, leaned in charmingly.

Her incredibly curvaceous, mature body pressed against Su Chen's arm without reservation.

"Oh, this big bald guy is really a useless spineless coward."

"I was actually looking forward to him holding out for a few more minutes so I could collect more combat endurance data on their mutated genes."

Liu Ruyan's captivating peach blossom eyes rippled with light as she complained into Su Chen's ear, her breath like orchids.

Su Chen reflexively pulled her slender, supple waist into his arms.

The incredible feel of it made Su Chen unable to resist giving it a firm squeeze.

This caused the mature female instructor to let out a dainty soft cry.

"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to slowly dissect and study his genetic data in this carriage later."

Su Chen's domineering and confident voice echoed in the cockpit.

Then, he turned his head slightly.

He cast his gaze toward the graceful figure hanging upside down in the shadows of the ceiling.

There, a pair of heterochromatic eyes—one blue and one yellow—shone with an irrepressible bloodlust.

"Little Wild Cat, are you already impatient to stretch your muscles?"

Su Chen's magnetic voice sounded as if he were calling for a truly obedient pet.

Anye's lithe and fiery body drifted down from the ceiling as silently as a light feather.

She knelt steadily at Su Chen's feet, lowering her proud head.

The Optical Stealth Combat Suit she wore, specially made by Ye Qingyu, clung tightly to her soul-stirringly perfect curves.

The pair of furry black cat ears on her head twitched sensitively due to excessive excitement.

The long black cat tail behind her swayed restlessly across the expensive carpet.

"Master, Anye's daggers have long been thirsting to drink the blood of the enemy."

In the girl's raspy, seductive voice, there was an undisguised, icy killing intent.

She lifted her exquisite and beautiful face, her pink tongue lightly licking her alluring red lips.

Su Chen reached out with his large, well-defined hand.

With a doting yet irresistibly majestic motion, he gently rubbed the silky cat ears atop her head.

"Go, bring back his head."

"This is your first battle since your rebirth; don't let me down."

Feeling the warmth of Su Chen's palm, Anye let out a comfortable purr from her throat.

"Anye understands. I will not fail Master's mission!"

In the next second.

The red light in her blue and yellow heterochromatic eyes intensified.

Her fiery body, encased in the tight combat suit, instantly turned into a wisp of ethereal black mist.

She merged directly into the deepest shadows of the spacious carriage.

Not even a trace of air disturbance was left behind.

This was the terrifying aspect of the advanced S-rank talent, [Shadow Stealth], which had been modified and reconstructed by Su Chen.

The scene shifted back to the interior of the Flagship Train fleeing madly along the rails.

The rails ahead were bumpy due to years of neglect.

Zhao Kuang gripped the control lever tightly, his palms already covered in cold, clammy sweat.

He stared unblinkingly at the holographic rearview mirror.

Finding that the terrifying dark-gold train hadn't immediately given chase, Zhao Kuang's heart, which had nearly jumped into his throat, settled back down slightly.

"I escaped! I finally escaped!"

Zhao Kuang laughed hysterically in the empty cockpit.

"As long as the green hills remain, there is no fear of lacking firewood."

"Su Chen, you bastard, just you wait! I'll pay back this grudge a thousand times over sooner or later!"