Chapter 14: No Unjustified Assaults on Passengers Allowed

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“Next are various long-lasting foods like biscuits, ham, and instant noodles, each with…”
“Let’s just calculate how many days six people can eat this,” Su Huan said calmly.
“Excluding canned goods and staple grains, assuming two meals a day, it would last about seven months.”
“What about the water supply?”
“120 cases of bottled water, 24 bottles per case; 23 barrels of water; and 842 bottles of various drinks,” Yu Yue detailed carefully.
Su Huan silently calculated in his mind. With just these supplies, a team of six could live quite comfortably during the apocalypse.
Moreover, a large amount of supplementary food, not counted in the inventory, was scattered across the first few carriages.
But these supplies were only temporary.
No one knew how many years the apocalypse would last; relying solely on stored food would eventually deplete everything. Supplies would become increasingly scarce, making the creation of a carriage farm imperative.
At that point, properly allocating each carriage and recycling resources would be essential. Self-sufficiency through an armed train was the ultimate strategy.

“Knock, knock—knock!”
Rhythmic knocking came from the carriage above.
Everyone instinctively looked at Su Huan.
“You all stay here and organize. Remember to lock the door of carriage 7 tightly—better yet, fuse it shut as one piece. Only open it when necessary,” Su Huan instructed before heading toward carriage 5.
Outside the window, several passengers stood sweating profusely, their faces wary as they scanned the surroundings.
Su Huan activated his energy perception, ensuring there was nothing overhead or underfoot before opening the window.
A hot breeze rushed in.
Calmly, he asked, “What’s going on?”
A man replied, “We found steel plates, but there’s a lot, and zombies are nearby. Without a vehicle, we can’t bring them back.”
Su Huan frowned. Indeed, some tools were necessary. This time it was steel plates; next time, it might be a small water purifier. Relying on manpower alone was unreliable.
He’d have to think of a solution later.
But for now...
Su Huan said coldly, “Finding a vehicle is your problem. I don’t care how you do it. I only want the steel plates. If you can’t bring back the steel plates, no one gets on the train.”
With that, he slammed the window shut.
The group could only return reluctantly to figure out how to transport the steel plates.

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Turning back, the storage room was nearly organized. Rows of metal cans were neatly arranged on black iron shelves, resembling walls of a fortress, radiating a heavy sense of satisfaction.
Someone asked, “What happened?”
Su Huan rubbed his chin. “Maybe we should get a crane arm.”
Yu Jing agreed, “It could be installed on the carriage to hoist the steel plates. Otherwise, it’s really hard to lift them onto the roof by manpower alone.”
Liang Kuan asked, “Are we setting off to find one now?”
Su Huan was momentarily stunned. “Set off? What set off?”
He sighed. “Wasn’t yesterday’s bloodhound enough of a lesson? It’s dangerous even inside the train; outside, anything could happen. Think before you decide—this is the apocalypse!”
“Yu Jing, go to my room and get a piece of paper. Write this down: anyone who brings a crane arm will get a three-month ticket-free pass.”
“Got it. While no one’s back yet, let’s quickly build the racks for the other carriages.”
Su Huan ignored them and continued working in carriage 5.
The apocalypse was becoming increasingly perilous.
From his previous life’s survival experience, the best way to live was to lie low.
No matter how fast humans evolved, could they outpace beasts?
He was determined: until he evolved enough to thrive in the apocalypse, he wouldn’t go out unless absolutely necessary. Even if all the later passengers died, he wouldn’t risk himself over such a trivial supply search.
The others continued their work. Having learned from carriage 6, they worked faster on the next ones.
Moreover, the entire carriage didn’t need to be dismantled—only parts of it needed modification.
Though Su Huan occupied an entire carriage, carriage 4 had eight soft sleepers. Yu Jing and her mother used one room; the others had plenty of space.
Carriage 5 was previously a storage area; now cleared out, it could be converted into a medical carriage.
Before they finished, afternoon arrived and passengers gradually returned.
Su Huan resumed his enjoyable ticket-checking time.
“Exchange tickets.”
A cart piled with steel plates was pushed forward.
Su Huan looked up. The man in front looked as rough as his voice, and beside him stood a young man covered in large tattoos, eyes sly and constantly trying to peek into the carriage behind him.
He remembered this group well—the big family that stole his supplies had left with them this morning.
Now it seemed...

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Su Huan narrowed his eyes, a smirk creeping onto his lips. The lively big family was reduced to just the old lady’s youngest son, who no longer stood with hands in pockets but timidly lingered behind, surrounded by several elderly passengers.
After watching the scene, Su Huan’s gaze returned to the steel plates.
“Eight steel plates, eight people. But two are newcomers, and newcomers get two plates each.”
Su Huan pointed faintly at the people behind him.
The tattooed youth sneered, “Yeah, seven people. That one doesn’t count. The extra steel plate is for his wife.”
The young man behind yelled miserably, “Brother Dog, you promised me a spot if my dad distracted the zombies. What’s this now…”
“Bang.”
A passenger next to him hit him hard.
The dull thud made Su Huan’s ears burn slightly. He wore a stern expression and said, “No unprovoked assault on passengers.”
The tattooed youth turned his head and joked, “The spot’s for your wife, isn’t it? You’re a grown man fighting over a plate with your wife? Just go find two more plates yourself—there are plenty in the steel factory.”
The beaten young man was trapped by several others, mouth covered, eyes red with fury.
The rough man frowned, scolding, “Kid, Su’s talking to you.”
The tattooed youth quickly turned around, pretending to slap his own mouth, then pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering them to Su Huan with a show of humility. “Brother Su, we’re uneducated and foolish. Please don’t hold it against me.”
Su Huan eyed the two cigarettes in his hand playfully, then suddenly pinched the youth’s wrist with two fingers, converting energy into a high-voltage shock.
In an instant, the youth’s face changed drastically; his muscles stiffened, and his clothes crackled.
Brother Dog’s group paled but dared not intervene.
Su Huan simply took the entire pack of cigarettes from the youth’s hand before releasing him.
Calmly, he said, “No big deal.”
The youth collapsed on the ground, staring at Su Huan as if he’d seen a ghost. His eyebrows were singed, tongue tangled, unable to utter a word for a long time.
Su Huan leisurely packed the cigarettes into the box and ticked their names on the list. “I don’t smoke, but I like to collect. Next time, bring a whole pack. Alright, those who’ve handed in their tickets may board.”
Brother Dog’s group dared not argue, quickly lifting the youth and sulking onto the train.
The woman glanced at her fallen husband, gritted her teeth, and followed aboard.