"This was witnessed by both our investigation team and the collectors."
"How did the exploration team get involved too?"
"They were captured as well, at the ti we were all digging up trees in the mountains."
The deputy general manager laughed out of frustration, "So, you an to tell
I've spent a lot and pulled favors, but ended up with neither the Genetic Primordial nor the Tree of Life, only to send people to dig trees for them?"
Haywood was taken aback, knowing full well that the costs were covered by their division!
Yet he dared not retort.
He hesitated and asked, "Should we take action against the ard train?"
The deputy general manager paced the room twice, the anger in his heart dissipating so, and he replied calmly.
"Continue to observe the ard train, the Genetic Primordial is evolving too rapidly, avoid escalating the conflict, it doesn't align with the company's interests."
"Anyway, they've already entered a hard-hit area, it's uncertain if they can survive; even if they do, they still have to get past Black Kite."
Listening to the disconnection from the other end, Haywood quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as they don't send him to deal with the trainmaster.
Su Huan, who acted like a tyrant that night, left a deep impression on him, a wildness and madness unlike any other.
Like a lone wolf on the precarious wilderness, living every day as if it were the last.
Compared to him, Black Kite and the people from Deep Blue Data were like chicks in a greenhouse.
Moreover, the opponent's growth speed was too fast, even though the company had planted spies early on, they still couldn't figure out the full strength of the ard train.
In just over two months, they rose to beco a force that everyone feared.
A faint trace of awe flashed in Haywood's blue eyes.
Looking at the other report in hand, regarding Tong Zizhan's application to return to the company, he muttered to himself, "Changing people now is too dangerous, they can only hold on a bit longer..."
...
The flood, laden with debris, battered against the heavy deck of the ard train, unable to even damage the outermost nanotech repair coating, and the water spread across the ironwood planks.
Inside the ard train, the dim lighting illuminated the corridor.
The carriage numbers hadn't changed, but the internal space allocation underwent significant changes.
Lu Xiao's team's dedicated carriage was canceled and replanned altogether.
There are two trains, with the left one housing Su Huan being the main carriage and the right one as the auxiliary carriage.
To prevent confusion, they are directly referred to as Auxiliary 1, Auxiliary 2, and so on...
He Jie moved in with the Ard Corps, but the one facing Auxiliary 1 and Su Huan's Carriage 1 was left vacant.
Carriages 13, 14, and 15 beca the crew's public space, mainly for large etings or events, serving as a special public venue.
Carriage 16 was the crew's dining car, starting from carriage 17, most crew mbers resided there.
Liu Ming sat in the second room of Carriage 18, calmly loading bullets into the pistol magazine.
Opposite him sat the tense and numb-faced Zhang Qiang, "Will they find us through the pistol..."
Liu Ming lowered his eyelids and said in a deep voice, "No, this pistol isn't registered on the train, every part was hand-crafted in a factory, the bullets were exchanged for sporadically with others, even if soone wanted to investigate, they wouldn't find anything."
"Won't they discover it?"
Liu Ming pointed to the flickering disruptor on the wall, "There's more than just us behind this, there are plenty of people discontent with the trainmaster."
Zhang Qiang swallowed nervously, he had t the trainmaster and didn't think he was as bad as they said.
Besides, since the train was restructured, his life had improved significantly, with ample food daily and a private bathroom, the obese woman who fought him for the toilet stayed at the Shun'an Base.
He thought he could live this peaceful life forever, but Liu Ming unexpectedly ca tonight.
And suddenly insisted on initiating the plan they had discussed initially.
Back then, he did have the courage to break everything.
But that was rely a fleeting courage.
Now that courage had long dissipated, if it weren't for Liu Ming holding a grip on him, he would've even considered reporting to the train.
"Don't worry, each part is arranged by soone, you just need to follow the instructions, this gun is just a backup for you, don't worry, it won't be triggered, the brothers in Tongzhou Association are counting on you..."
Liu Ming's soothing voice gradually cald Zhang Qiang's fear.
Liu Ming finished loading the bullets, handed the pistol to him, "It's ti for us to go."
The two of them stepped out with the disruptor.
Liu Ming led the way, calmly using the disruptor to interfere with the caras mounted above the corridor, opening the door to Carriage 15, which was decorated like a regular family living room, with a small bar and kitchen on the side for families who preferred cooking over public als.
There were also so separated lounges in the corner.
During breaks, the crew liked to play cards here or have a drink.
Though it was already deep into the night, there were still a few figures sitting and chatting inside.
Many people had only known each other for a few days but had already beco inseparable friends.
No one knew what tomorrow held, what battles or disasters awaited.
Everyone was trying to spend their ti as they pleased.
Liu Ming never participated in these activities; he believed his capabilities would eventually help him stand out.
But the world changed too quickly.
Many things had spiraled beyond his control.
Although a large number of Tongzhou Association mbers were left at Shun'an Base, he didn't expect an idiot assigned to the manufacturing group to foolishly expose the organization.
These past days, he could feel the odd looks from Tong Zizhan and others.
Once the train digs out the remaining Tongzhou Association mbers, he wouldn't be able to justify himself.
A decision had to be made.
Right now, there's only one possible way to extricate himself from this whirlpool.
His gaze darkened as he looked at a small room in the corner.
Having infiltrated Tong Zizhan's team for so long, he hadn't been idle; concerning the mysterious figure who approached them initially, he already had so suspicions.
The two moved silently in the shadows, avoiding the notice of those drunkards.
They headed directly into the room.
A man was already seated inside, wearing an unusually wide mask, with so brass shavings caught in the seams, resembling a worker from a bullet workshop.
The man, seeing the two, beca agitated and cursed under his breath.
"I told you, the operation is canceled! Canceled! Why are you still looking for ?!"
"Don't be agitated."
Liu Ming raised his hands, stepped aside, and stood behind the startled Zhang Qiang, a hysteria-tinged smile in his bloodshot eyes, "Though you don't need us anymore, I still need you..."
The man sensed sothing was amiss and instinctively reached for his pocket.
Just as Zhang Qiang was still reeling from the canceled mission, a gunshot suddenly rang out.
The man opposite shuddered in fright, drawing his gun and emptied the magazine at the two in terror.
Then, he frantically patted himself down.
After checking his entire body, clarity slowly returned to his brain, realizing he wasn't hit.
While the two across were already lying in a pool of blood.
Before he could figure out what had happened, the lights in and outside the lounge abruptly brightened, as if infused with a new energy.
"Cut! That's a wrap!"
A voice laced with a faint smile called from outside.
The man recognized the individual standing at the door, his face instantly losing all color, and he fell to his knees.
His lips trembled for a long ti before he managed to stutter out a word.
"Train... Trainmaster..."
Su Huan stood at the entrance, observing the scene in the lounge with keen interest.
Behind him, He Jie, Lao San, Tong Zizhan, Gao Yuan, and others glared coldly, as if looking at dead n, towards everyone inside the room.
Su Huan squatted down, looking at Liu Ming whose face was stained with quite a bit of blood, and lightly patted his cheeks, chuckling, "Isn't it ti to get up for the next performance?"
The lounge was silent, and Liu Ming on the ground didn't react for a long ti.
"Severely injured and can't be healed? Tong, drag him out to feed the fish then."
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