52: Chapter 52 Firepower Reorganization

Lin Feng slowly reached out.

Leng Yubing thought he was going to molest her, a flash of disgust appearing in her eyes, and she exhausted the last bit of magic power in her body that hadn't been suppressed.

"Zzzzt!"

A purple electric arc, like a small snake, darted from her body and slashed fiercely toward Lin Feng's palm. This was her final act of defiance.

But Lin Feng didn't even dodge.

With a soft "pop" sound.

That violent purple lightning struck Lin Feng's palm, only to be instantly devoured by the much larger, more domineering ice-fire magic power within his body, not even causing a ripple.

Under Lin Feng's absolute tier suppression, her weak resistance now was as laughable as an infant's scratching.

Lin Feng's hand steadily pinched Leng Yubing's exquisitely beautiful cheek.

The cold touch made Leng Yubing shiver all over.

"You..." She just wanted to speak.

A flash of violent, cold light appeared in the depths of Lin Feng's eyes.

"I have absolutely no interest in your soul, your loyalty, or even your body."

Lin Feng's voice was like the wind and snow of midwinter, devoid of any human emotion.

"What I want is only the S-Rank talent within you. As for whether you are willing to give it..."

A cruel arc curled up at the corners of Lin Feng's mouth.

"In this world, the weak have no right to choose."

The moment his voice fell.

Lin Feng's free right hand transformed into a sharp hand blade, and with a sound of breaking wind, it struck Leng Yubing's fair, slender neck with lightning speed.

"Bang!"

A heavy, powerful blow.

Leng Yubing's purple pupils dilated sharply, filled with unbelievable shock.

She never expected that this man, facing such a stunningly beautiful face, and facing her such fierce provocation, wouldn't even waste a word of nonsense—no threats, no training—just directly knocked her out!

This simply didn't follow the script!

Her brain instantly plunged into darkness, and Leng Yubing's delicate body went limp, collapsing directly into Lin Feng's arms.

"Clack clack."

Lin Feng expressionlessly drew his Frost Longblade and cleanly cut through all the steel chains binding her.

Having lost the support of the chains, Leng Yubing collapsed completely.

Lin Feng didn't carry her bridal-style like those male leads in idol dramas who cherish the fair.

He just grabbed Leng Yubing's belt as if he were carrying a bag of heavy supplies, and roughly threw this rare S-Rank Thunder Empress, who was a beauty across the entire server, onto his broad shoulder like a sack.

Leng Yubing's slender legs hung powerlessly in front of Lin Feng's chest, and beneath her tattered leather armor, her fair skin rubbed continuously against his hard jacket as Lin Feng walked.

"Let's go."

Carrying the person, Lin Feng turned around and ordered Su Ya and Xia Wanqiu, who were staring in a daze.

"Move the blueprints and ammunition outside onto the train. We are leaving this garbage dump."

Su Ya and Xia Wanqiu swallowed and hurriedly lowered their heads.

The look of awe in their eyes as they looked at Lin Feng grew even stronger.

In this man's eyes, women were truly just tools to be used.

The prouder the woman, the more miserably she would fall before him.

And they were glad they had recognized reality early and chosen to submit.

Fifteen minutes later.

Lin Feng was carrying Leng Yubing, while Su Ya and Xia Wanqiu were each carrying two heavy green ammunition boxes, walking out of the underground air-raid shelter with big strides.

The thick fog on the black market platform had not yet dispersed.

The corpses and blood covering the ground testified to the kind of one-sided massacre that had just taken place here.

Those black market survivors who had previously hidden in the shadows and luckily escaped the disaster watched as the young man in black carried a woman and walked out of the Iron Blood Society's headquarters with a full load of spoils.

Everyone looked as if they had seen a devil crawling out of hell, shrinking their bodies deeply into the shadows, not even daring to breathe.

Lin Feng walked to the no. 99 double-section armored train.

"Clang."

The heavy armored door slid open.

Lin Feng threw Leng Yubing directly onto the metal floor from his shoulder.

"Thud."

A muffled sound.

The S-Rank goddess, like a discarded, worn-out toy, curled up powerlessly in the corner. The anti-magic collar on her neck was still flashing with a faint red light.

"Train Master, how should we deal with this woman?" Su Ya put down the ammunition box and glanced at Leng Yubing on the ground, a trace of vigilance in her eyes.

Although sealed, the oppressive feeling brought by her S-Rank talent still made her feel uneasy.

Lin Feng sat in the Train Master's exclusive leather chair.

"Throw her into the labor area in the rear carriage."

Lin Feng's tone was so flat that there wasn't a ripple.

"Let her stay with Zhang Meng and those people.

Tell her that on my train, if you don't work, you don't eat.

If she wants to survive, she should put away that ridiculous sense of superiority."

Pride?

In this apocalypse where one is never full, never warm, and can die at any moment, pride is the most worthless trash.

What Lin Feng wanted wasn't an aloof ancestor, but an S-Rank power bank and killing weapon that he could completely control.

He had plenty of time to slowly grind down this Thunder Empress's rough edges.

"Boom—rumble!!!"

The train engine burst into a dull roar.

The heavy, dark silver armored train head tore through the black market's fog.

Sent off by countless gazes of awe and fear, the no. 99 double-section armored train crushed the rails and slowly drove out of this city of sin, plunging back into the bottomless dark wilderness.

And what Lin Feng didn't know was.

Just less than half an hour after the train drove out of the black market.

In the outside sky, that originally gray-white fog suddenly began to roll violently.

A layer of heart-stopping sickly green began to spread rapidly across the skyline.

In the air, a pungent, suffocating, and intense smell of sulfur gradually drifted.

An extreme, destructive natural disaster, one that swept across the entire region and was countless times more terrifying than a Second-Order Monster, was quietly descending.

The no. 99 double-section armored train sped at full throttle through the dark wilderness.

Outside the carriages, the gale, mixed with the unique grit of the wasteland, struck the dark silver armor, making a dull sound.

Inside the carriages, the core control area was a different scene.

Warm, bright, and the air even retained the aroma of mutant meat broth.

Lin Feng stood in front of the central console.

In his hands, he held two [Six-Barrel Heavy Machine Gun Blueprints] glowing with ghostly blue light, and at his feet were ten whole boxes of large-caliber armor-piercing rounds looted from the Iron Blood Society's treasury.

In the wasteland, magic could certainly cause devastating single-target strikes, but when facing insect swarms or corpse tides that could number in the thousands, pure mechanical heavy firepower was the truth.

"System, load the blueprints and perform an armed upgrade."

Lin Feng thought silently in his heart.

[Command confirmed. Consuming Six-Barrel Heavy Machine Gun Blueprint x2, Armor-Piercing Rounds x1000.]

[Reorganizing firepower for the Level 1 Double-Section Armored Train...]

Accompanied by a low mechanical roar, a blinding blue beam of light rose from the console, instantly piercing through the entire roof.