The cabin was so quiet it felt like everyone had stopped breathing. A moment ago, there had been cheers and clapping, but now everyone was stunned and scared.
His action of kicking a woman reminded them that he was still the cold-hearted person they had thought he was.
"Please... " The woman who had tried to hug him struggled to her feet, her face pale and her eyes watering with pain and humiliation.
She clutched her side where she got hit, wincing with each breath. If not for her power armor, that kick would have killed her.
"I just wanted to thank him," she said in a voice barely above a whisper, tears streaming down her cheeks.
’I can’t believe he hit a woman just because he’s angry,’ one of the passengers grumbled to himself, thinking that Reign was a failure of a man for hurting a woman.
Little did he know, Reign didn’t see any difference between genders when they were insignificant to him.
To him, they were all classified as food. Expecting a monster like him to give women a free pass for pissing him off was a concept that only applies for weak humans.
One of the train’s crew, who had been watching from the back, stepped forward cautiously. His eyes flicked to the woman before deciding to assist her.
"Let’s get you some help," The crew member said softly, guiding her away.
The atmosphere in the train car had changed completely after this. No one dared approach him again.
’This is much better,’ Reign thought to himself.
He should be feared, not the other way around. He would be a failure as a monster if he started getting happy from mere compliments.
The train continued its journey, but the path was not entirely clear of danger.
Minor blockages, mostly scattered debris and a few remaining corrupted zombies, occasionally slowed its progress.
However, these obstacles were quickly handled by the train’s crew without needing Reign’s intervention.
His earlier display of power had left a lasting impression, and for now, his presence was more a symbol of reassurance than a necessity.
Eventually, the train approached its destination: a fortified platform that had been transformed into a stronghold.
Tall barriers and heavy machinery lined the area, clearly prepared to fend off any attack that might try to breach the defenses.
Among the setup were trucks carrying long-range rocket launchers, large cannons, and other heavy equipment designed to hold the line against overwhelming forces.
As the train inched closer to the platform, the military personnel stationed there signaled it to stopped. They were clad in imposing and gray heavy power armor.
The inspection team, initially focused on the task at hand, was taken aback when they finally saw the state of the train.
It was ragged and battered, evidence of the hard battles it had endured.
The commanding officer raised his eyebrows, trying to maintain his commanding demeanor. "You’re asking for payment now? Right in the middle of all this?"
Lucas didn’t budge. "That’s right. We took a huge risk to get these supplies here, and we need to be compensated. The amount of money I spent just to break through that horde was astronomical."
His words left no room for negotiation.
For a moment, the commanding officer tried to hold his stern expression. But seeing Lucas’s unwavering stance, he finally chuckled, his rigid posture softening.
"Well, you’ve got some guts, I’ll give you that," the commanding officer said.
Lucas narrowed his eyes slightly but stayed firm.
"Even if we’re brave, we still need fair payment for the risk we took. We went through a lot to get these supplies here." He didn’t back down, staring directly at the commanding officer.
"Alright, alright. Show me the list of the weapons and ammunition you’re selling."
Lucas handed over a detailed list of the cargo, carefully itemized and organized. The officer took the list, scanning it with his eyes.
After a moment, he nodded and said, "This looks a lot. Let’s get these unloaded and inspected first, then I’ll pay you"
He motioned for dozens of soldiers to start moving the crates from the train.
Lucas nodded in agreement, his expression relaxing slightly.
"That works for me," he said. He watched as the soldiers began unloading the crates, his eyes scanning the activity.
As the crates were moved and inspected, he remained alert, ensuring that everything was handled properly.
He knew that this was just the first step and that the final payment was still to be determined.
But he wasn’t worried about profits. During wartime, the price of goods could increase a lot. He expected to sell these weapons at a 500% markup or more.
Plus, there were very few weapons dealers like him who would risk dying just to trade, so the military wouldn’t be too unreasonable with him.
"I want to report something." A woman’s voice broke the silence.
"What are you doing here, Miss Emy?" Lucas was shocked; he didn’t expect her to leaved the train.
"My name is Emy Miller, a representative of BioGen, and I want to report a criminal currently on the train," she spat out.
"Miller? Are you General Emelio’s daughter?" the commanding officer asked.
"The one and only," Emy said with a hint of satisfaction, her eyes gleaming with the anticipation of finally getting her revenge.
’I’ll make you pay for killing Alfonso and playing with my emotions,’