111: Chapter 111 Wasteland Supply City! Black Shark Attack

A large, dark red system screen simultaneously popped up on everyone's retinas.

Lines of bold text scrolled out, their color blindingly red.

"Contest Site: Wasteland Supply City has been reached."

"Total number of participating Trains: 3."

"Mission Objective: Within 72 hours, repel the monsters in the city, and obtain and hold the Safety Flag."

"Core Items: Material Supply Boxes randomly scattered throughout the city, Energy Cores, and 2 Safety Flags."

"Survival Condition: When the 72-hour countdown ends, the Train holding a Safety Flag will be granted permission to leave."

"Failure Penalty: For Trains not holding a flag, all personnel will be erased!"

After reading the last line of text, the atmosphere in the carriage instantly froze.

The enthusiasm that had been high due to their greatly increased strength was completely extinguished by the two words "erased."

All the girls stopped what they were doing, and no one spoke.

Teacher Qin Bing quickly scanned the panel, turned to look at Fang Che, her voice tight.

"Three Trains, two flags."

"The system is forcing us to kill."

"This rule... is destined to have the people of one Train completely destroyed, without even the chance to forfeit."

Mu Waner was tapping rapidly on her tablet beside them, her purple eyes fixed intently on the screen.

"It's not just that. The Supply Boxes and Energy Cores are mixed in with the flags, and there are no clear coordinates."

"If you want to survive, you have to go out and look. As long as you go out, you will definitely run into the other two groups."

She looked up and concluded, "This is a closed-off beast-fighting arena."

Fang Che looked at the blood-red "erased" text, his eyes calm.

"A zero-sum game."

"From the moment the Train door opens, we and the other two Trains are in a life-or-death relationship."

He raised his hand to signal, drawing everyone's attention.

"Don't think about useless things."

"Put on your armor, take your weapons."

"Everyone prepare, get ready to disembark."

Before the Train stopped, Fang Che had already exchanged reserve supplies for a batch of new equipment.

Relying on their vast material reserves, everyone had been equipped with basic stab-proof armor and a high-carbon steel combat knife.

Chen Keke and a few other girls with good eyesight in the back of the team were holding repeating crossbows. This item consumed extremely rare high-toughness fiber materials, which they had exchanged from others, and every arrow was worth a fortune.

Jiang Ning called out to them while checking her own equipment:

"Those with crossbows, stand in the middle later!"

"Without my order, do not fire!"

Over twenty girls lined up in two rows, the formation neat, no one panicked.

The hellish training of the past few days was already showing initial results.

Fang Che stood at the very front and reached out to press the door-opening button.

"Hiss—"

After a harsh hissing sound of escaping air, the heavy metal Train door slowly slid open.

A gust of hot wind mixed with dust and the stench of decay instantly rolled into the carriage.

Lin Xinyi subconsciously wanted to cover her nose, but immediately put her hand down and gripped the combat knife in her hand tightly.

Fang Che was the first to step onto the cracked concrete ground.

The girls gripped their weapons and followed closely behind.

After taking only a few steps, noisy mechanical sounds came from behind the ruins of a building on the left.

A Train with an entirely black body burst into view.

Its size was a circle smaller than No. 774, and the side of its front was painted with a huge white shark skull logo, which was extremely eye-catching.

The Train door was wide open, and a group of people were jumping down one after another.

They were all men.

Most were shirtless, with knotted muscles, sweat and grease dripping down them.

They were carrying various makeshift blades and sharpened steel pipes in their hands.

The man in the lead was extremely tall, his chest covered in messy black hair, and a thick, purplish-red scar tore from the corner of his right eye all the way down to his chin.

This scarred man was named Chen Xiao, the leader of the Black Shark Train.

He had been looking around, but upon hearing the commotion, he turned his head to look.

After seeing who it was, Chen Xiao was stunned.

The twenty or thirty shirtless men behind him also stopped in their tracks.

Their gazes passed over Fang Che and were nailed firmly onto the twenty-plus young girls behind him, all of whom had superior figures and appearances.

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted into exaggerated roars of laughter.

"Holy shit, am I seeing this right? Is this what they call a competitor?"

A scrawny-looking man slammed his knife into the ground, laughing so hard he couldn't straighten his back.

"A bunch of fair-skinned broads wearing a few pieces of scrap metal daring to come down here and strut around—are you holding a girl group audition?"

A bald underling ran up to Chen Xiao, his eyes staring straight at Su Qingxue and Teacher Qin Bing, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Brother Xiao, this trip was fucking worth it!"

"They're all top-tier! Look at those waists and legs, they're dozens of streets ahead of the goods we used to snatch!"

The bald man rubbed his hands vigorously, his face full of irrepressible excitement.

"Should we make a move, Brother Xiao?"

"Kill that pretty boy directly, and snatch all the rest; it's perfect for letting the brothers blow off some steam!"

The surrounding brutes raised their weapons one after another, jeering loudly.

"Give the word, Brother Xiao!"

"Whoever snatches them gets to keep them, I'm about to burst!"

Filthy language echoed throughout the empty ruins.

Su Qingxue stopped in her tracks, her pretty face ice-cold, her right hand pressing onto the hilt of her blade.

A large patch of white frost instantly spread along the blade, and the temperature of the surrounding air dropped sharply.

Jiang Ning even held her blade horizontally in front of her, working her shoulder and neck joints, which emitted a series of "crack, crack" sounds.

Right now, she was worried about not finding something to test her new strength on.

Even the timidest Lin Xinyi took a step forward, blocking the outside of the team.

As long as Fang Che said the word, they would charge forward without hesitation.

Chen Xiao raised his hand to suppress the jeering, licked his lips, his gaze sweeping unscrupulously over Teacher Qin Bing's chest, and pulled out a cruel smile.

"Shut the hell up, all of you, what's the rush?"

"With prey this good, it'd be boring to kill them in a few seconds."

He backhanded a rusty machete, hacking it heavily into a nearby concrete pillar.

"Didn't you see their gear is pretty new? Hard clashes aren't worth it if it gets the brothers hurt."

Chen Xiao turned his head to look at the bald man.

"Take people over, surround them, don't make a move."

"This shitty place doesn't even have any cover; once the sun goes down, they'll get what's coming to them."

"Cut off their path to finding supplies and safety points."

Chen Xiao touched the scar on his face, laughing even more arrogantly.

"Broads raised in a Greenhouse like this—scare them for two days, cut off their water and food, and they'll collapse on their own."

"By then, they'll strip themselves naked and kneel, begging us."

The bald man immediately grinned and agreed, turning around and waving his hand.

"Did you hear Brother Xiao! Spread out, press in and surround them!"

"Keep your damn eyes sharp, don't hurt my beauties! Whoever scratches their skin, I'll chop them up!"

The Black Shark Train gang immediately spread out, approaching in a fan shape, with playful, cat-and-mouse expressions on their faces.

They deliberately dragged their weapons along the ground, making harsh friction sounds, and whistled like hooligans.

The distance closed bit by bit.

Jiang Ning leaned in close to Fang Che, lowering her voice: "Fang Che, let's do it, I can slice them all up by myself."

But Fang Che seemed not to have heard.

He didn't even spare a glance toward Chen Xiao.

These people were not worthy.

In his "Absolute Critical Hit" talent perception, there was absolutely no value worth "judging" on this group of idiots who only thought with their lower bodies.

They didn't even qualify to be stepping stones; they were just optional background noise in the scene.

The system would not set up such simple "enemies."

Fang Che's gaze passed over the noisy crowd, over layers of ruins, and finally locked firmly onto the damaged Clock Tower at the highest point of the ruined city.

His agility attribute of over 600 made his eyesight far superior to an ordinary person's.

He could clearly see a tattered flag hanging on the broken iron pole of the Clock Tower.

And below that iron pole, someone had used fresh blood to draw a huge mark.

The blood was still dripping down.

It was a pattern of an upside-down chess pawn.

A discarded, abandoned pawn.