50: Chapter 50 When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter

Inside the driving cab.

Lin Feng gripped the train's control levers with both hands, his eyes as cold as blades.

"Reverse."

"Boom—click!"

The massive gears at the bottom of the train let out a deafening grinding sound as they engaged.

The massive two-section armored train, in the split second before Bloody Hand's hammer was about to fall, jerked backward a full five meters!

Bloody Hand's hammer missed, slamming heavily onto the station tracks.

"Boom!"

Sparks flew, the rusted tracks were snapped in half, and a deep crater was smashed into the platform.

The immense recoil caused Bloody Hand, even in his berserk state, to experience a brief moment of stiffness.

It was in this fatal half-second of stiffness.

A flash of bloodthirsty light crossed Lin Feng's eyes, and he shoved the control levers forward as far as they would go!

"Die."

"Vroom—rumble!!!"

The train engine erupted in its most violent roar! The exhaust pipes spewed out blue tail flames that were almost tangible!

The train, previously reversing, instantly shifted its kinetic energy; like a moving mountain of steel, it slammed ruthlessly into the stiffened Bloody Hand!

And at the very front of the train.

That dark silver [Alloy Ram], which had been fused and generated by the system after annexing the Raiders' train, gleamed with the cold light of death under the glare of the searchlights!

"Bang—squelch!!!"

A dull, heavy impact, mixed with the bone-chilling sound of flesh and bone tearing, echoed throughout the black market platform.

Time seemed to stop at that moment.

Bloody Hand's massive, Tier 2 berserk body—capable of crushing Tier 1 powerhouses—was as fragile as tofu in the face of this absolute kinetic energy from hundreds of tons of steel.

The sharp, heavy alloy ram sliced directly into Bloody Hand's waist.

There was no suspense.

There was no resistance.

The tough muscles and bones of a Tier 2 powerhouse were ripped and crushed by the alloy ram.

Bloody Hand didn't even manage a scream; he was severed in two at the waist.

His upper body was flung away by the immense inertia, slamming heavily against the bulletproof glass of the cab.

Blood and viscera, like an exploded dye barrel, instantly painted the entire bulletproof glass a scarlet red.

Bloody Hand's crimson eyes stared fixedly at Lin Feng behind the glass, his mouth gushing blood, his eyes still holding remnants of unbelievable shock.

Then, his upper body slid down slowly, fell onto the tracks, and was mercilessly ground into a pulp of flesh by the rolling steel wheels.

Instant kill.

A true physical crushing.

The black market platform was deathly silent.

Those Iron Blood Society thugs, who were still holding their guns and ready to watch their boss show off, were completely petrified.

Their invincible president, that Tier 2 powerhouse who could summon wind and rain in the black market, was just killed like that?

Without even leaving a complete corpse behind?

Fear, like an invisible hand, instantly shattered everyone's psychological defenses.

"De... devil..."

Someone shouted tremblingly, though it was unclear who.

"Run! Run quickly! They aren't human!"

"Clang, clang."

Guns were discarded on the ground.

The remaining dozens of Iron Blood Society thugs scrambled and crawled as they fled in all directions of the black market.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter; without Bloody Hand's suppression, this rabble instantly collapsed.

Inside the carriage.

Su Ya and Xia Wanqiu stared blankly at the glass ahead, stained red with blood.

The way they looked at Lin Feng had shifted from admiration to a fear that seeped into their very bones.

This man not only possessed the divine power to strip away talents but also had a cold mind capable of utilizing every rule and tool to kill.

In his dictionary, there was no such thing as a fair duel, only the most efficient slaughter.

"Click."

Lin Feng released the control levers, pulled out a clean cloth, and wiped his hands in a leisurely manner.

"Get off the train. We're going to collect the spoils."

He pushed open the armored door and stepped off the train, treading on the scattered flesh and blood covering the ground.

Su Ya and Xia Wanqiu quickly gathered their focus, following closely behind him, guarding his sides vigilantly.

Having lost the intimidation of the Iron Blood Society, the entire black market fell into chaos.

But no one dared to approach within fifty meters of Lin Feng.

Following the position locked by Eagle Eye earlier, Lin Feng led the two women and kicked open the iron door of the Iron Blood Society's headquarters, located deep within the underground air-raid shelter.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of alcohol, tobacco, and blood.

This was Bloody Hand's lair.

Passing through several dim corridors, Lin Feng kicked open a heavy vault door.

"Hiss..."

Su Ya, following behind, couldn't help but gasp.

Inside the vault, it was piled high with looted supplies.

Crates of mutated beast jerky, filtered drinking water, and even a few pieces of armor with attributes.

But Lin Feng's gaze did not linger on these basic supplies.

He walked straight to a safe in the center of the vault, surged his frost magic, froze the lock cylinder until it was brittle, and smashed it open with a punch.

Inside, lying quietly, were two blueprints emitting a blue light, along with several heavy green ammunition boxes.

[Acquired: Six-Barrel Heavy Machine Gun Blueprint * 2]

[Acquired: Large-Caliber Armor-Piercing Rounds * 1000 rounds]

A glint of satisfaction flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.

With this, Train No. 99 would no longer be a tin can capable only of passive defense, but a true armed fortress with long-range reaping capabilities.

This was his true purpose for the massacre.

"Move everything back to the train." Lin Feng put the blueprints into his system space and turned to order Su Ya and the other girl.

Just as the two women were preparing to move the ammunition boxes.

Lin Feng's brows suddenly furrowed slightly.

He possessed the keen mental power of a Train Master.

In the deepest part of the vault, behind a seemingly ordinary concrete wall, he faintly detected a trace of extremely weak yet violently abnormal magic fluctuation.

That was...

The aura of lightning.

"Wait."

Lin Feng raised his hand, signaling the two women to be quiet.

He walked to the wall and placed his hand against the cold concrete.

"Zzzzt..."

A purple arc of electricity, barely visible to the naked eye, actually penetrated the thick wall, leapt against Lin Feng's fingertips, and brought a slight tingling sensation.

There was a hidden compartment behind the wall!

Moreover, the purity of this lightning fluctuation even exceeded that of Su Ya and Xia Wanqiu, who had just broken through to Tier 1.

Lin Feng stepped back half a step.

Fire danced in his left eye, and cold air emanated from his right.

[Ice-Fire Burst!]

"Boom!"

A miniature ice-fire bomb slammed directly into the wall.

The concrete shattered and collapsed, revealing a pitch-black iron door hidden behind it.

The iron door was covered in dried blood and emitted a nauseating, putrid stench.

Inside the iron door, the violent purple lightning fluctuation became clear, and accompanying it was a sound of faint, suppressed breathing, as if a beast were on the verge of death.

"Train Master, it seems like there is someone inside." Su Ya vigilantly summoned a ball of flame to illuminate the darkness ahead.

Lin Feng did not speak.

He stepped forward, frost gathering in his palm, froze the giant padlock on the iron door until it shattered, and then kicked the door open.

The dark, top-secret dungeon was exposed under the firelight.

And when he saw the scene inside the dungeon, even as cold as Lin Feng was, the depths of his black eyes couldn't help but contract slightly.