Qian Deli smiled and glanced at everyone, "Why are you all looking at ? Isn’t it ti to prepare als, set up your cabins, and organize your weapons and ammunition in the carriage? Get moving!"
"Uh, Boss Qian."
One of the burly n, carrying a gun and wearing a chef’s outfit, stood up with a sincere smile and said, "Everyone says we got steaks this ti, so..."
Qian Deli casually looked at everyone and saw the longing in his subordinates’ eyes. He chuckled and inexplicably said,
"Why are you asking ? If there’s steak, eat it. The better the steak, the less you should freeze it. Enjoy it while you can. Who the hell knows if we’ll survive tomorrow? Lao Zhou, whether it’s frying, stewing, simring, or stir-frying, make it however they want. Get the wine out too. Really, do you need to ask such things?!"
As soon as he said this, everyone smiled and stood up with excitent, saying,
"Yes, let’s cook! We have rice, seafood, and steak to eat!"
"Quick, quick, quick, let’s get to it!"
"Xiao ng~" Qian Deli turned to Xiao ng and said, "Arrange sothing for , I only want so vegetables~"
After speaking, he turned and sat on the sofa, smiling as he watched his subordinates start to busy themselves.
Xiao ng glanced at her captain. Though Qian Deli was very picky and sharp-tongued, seemingly lacking manliness, Xiao ng, who had been with him the longest, knew that he was quite carefree, utterly straightforward, and never hid anything from his subordinates. The whole car had a "live for today" attitude, fighting fearlessly. If not for Xiao ng, the deputy captain, managing basic resources, the entire car would probably feast one day and starve the next.
...
Queen Mo, in the fully automated carriage, it was incredibly quiet. Once the lights ca on, before the fully ard n could react, the door of the first carriage opened. Monica, wearing a white Power Armor inner suit, slowly walked out. This inner suit was fire-resistant and insulated, enhancing the efficiency of Power Armor movents. It was very expensive, originally only allocated to high-ranking special soldiers and pilots like Iron Hunter and Ghost Wolf in the interstellar army.
Monica took off her Power Armor, yet the tight cha inner suit perfectly outlined her figure, imdiately attracting everyone’s attention.
As mbers of the Queen Mo, they were used to Monica’s eclectic dress style, but they still found it incredibly stunning at this mont.
Monica liked her carriage to be spotless. Her wardrobe alone took up 1/5 of the space in the first carriage. Even in such an apocalyptic environnt, she maintained her elegance at all tis.
The crowd watched Monica co out, many n’s eyes fixated on her. On this male-dominated Doomsday Train, the only woman was their leader. And this woman had a beautiful figure, exceptional temperant, and an assertive personality, exuding an approachable yet regal aura.
Ordinarily, in a post-apocalyptic world where logic has collapsed, no matter the woman, she couldn’t maintain such a stance in front of n with combat and productive capabilities. But Monica was different. Her Superpower was extrely potent, with Frenzy Level strength, owning a nearly fortress-grade automated Doomsday Train, and abundant resources. With her 70% tough, 30% soft leadership style, she gathered nurous loyal followers willing to give their all for her.
So although so n on the train were dissatisfied or harbored desires towards her, none dared to defy her wishes.
Such is the apocalypse; regardless of gender, power, resources, and shelter are symbols of status.
Moreover, following Monica, they had food and drink, living conditions were top-notch, and nothing to complain about when there was even eye candy with the boss changing outfits, even if they couldn’t touch, it was better than watching decaying Zombies, wasn’t it?
Monica stepped out, looking at everyone, and then waved her hand. An automated terminal computer erged from the wall, and she tapped a few tis on it. The chanical arm in the resource carriage extended, and food prepared by chefs and automated robots was quickly delivered.
On the food trays, there were steaks, vegetable juice, fruits, red wine, and even a cigarette.
This scene imdiately caught everyone’s eyes.
Monica slightly lifted her lips, holding a wine glass, her voice high and elegant, "You’ve all worked hard. This ti escaping from the Extre Night, everyone played a significant role. This drink, I toast to all of you."
"Sister Mo, Queen Mo, it should be us toasting you." The n were overwhelmingly joyful, raising their glasses to Monica, saying nervously.
"Yes, yes."
"Sister Mo, you’ve worked hard. We owe our lives to following you!"
"Following Queen Mo is the best choice I’ve made in my life!"
Everyone imdiately stood up, looking at her with fervent and respectful eyes. At this mont, Monica seed like the savior queen under the despairing apocalypse death god. Her tall, sexy figure glowed with an aura that ignited primitive, wild desires in n, yet made them reluctant to desecrate her charm and grace. Even Song Hao and the fat man eyed her with unabashed longing.
Monica naturally felt these ardent gazes, smiled slightly, enjoying these stares that were like trophies to her.
"Cheers."
She smiled and raised her glass with her subordinates, then gracefully turned and left.
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