Doomsday Mechanic: My Train Can Be Modified Infinitely

Chapter 62 Automatic Firepower Platoon

Wang Zhengyang took out three simplified training pistols. In the gradually brightening morning light, the cold metal surfaces gleamed faintly. A clear and urgent thought took shape in his mind: in the impending apocalypse, if supernatural abilities could not be transformed into decisive combat power, all the exquisite control would be meaningless. And the most basic and reliable truth in combat is often sustained and precise firepower suppression.

He placed the pistols in front of him, closed his eyes, and his consciousness spread out like the finest threads, gently yet firmly wrapping around every part of the guns. The three pistols seemed to be awakened from their slumber, smoothly detaching from the table and silently rising into the air, positioning themselves in the optimal battle positions beside him—a stable triangular formation, according to his mental blueprint.

Within five meters lies his "absolute control zone," an unquestionable domain granted to him by the Caldova engine. Here, machinery is no longer an external object, but the most direct extension of his will. He can not only sense the tension of every spring in the gun, the engagement of every screw, but also exert influence on them beyond the limits of physics, as if controlling his own fingers.

He wasn't content with simple levitation. Wang Zhengyang began to "set" rules, as if writing the most basic instincts for these metal constructs in the void. He expended effort not to make the guns clumsily follow, but to deeply bind them to his spatial awareness and movement. He solidified several core commands: maintain the spacing of the triangular formation, move as a whole in sync with his own body's movement, and automatically avoid fixed obstacles based on shared environmental awareness. Gradually, maintaining this dynamic array no longer required his attention; it became a "background instinct" like breathing and heartbeat, a combat posture that required no thought.

But his intuition told him that this wasn't enough. When a real threat arrived, things would change in an instant, and he needed to devote more of his attention to observation, judgment, decision-making, and even to using other, more complex supernatural abilities. A further idea naturally emerged: what if this array could "see" the enemy, "fire" itself, and never stop firing?

This idea drove him to explore further. Wang Zhengyang deeply connected the suspended array with his own stable, outward-extending sensory circle of fifteen meters. This wasn't programming, but rather an externalization of a combat intuition, imbuing it into the machine.

He attempted to directly "mark" the malicious features he perceived—the rapidly approaching silhouette, the sudden raising of a firing stance, the aggressive movement trajectory—as hostile signals. When these signals appeared within a specific location and distance, he would "allow" the corresponding pistol to enter a responsive state.

At the heart of his response lies the "ballistic intuition" he gleaned from countless simulated shooting sessions. His supernatural ability, deeply ingrained in the mechanics of firearms, makes the firing process utterly transparent to him. He practices fusing the intense intention to "hit the target" with the microscopic manipulation of the hammer and firing pin, and the instantaneous fine-tuning of the gun's posture, into an inseparable reflex. This isn't calculation; it's an instinctive shooting that transcends the speed of thought, integrating perception, intention, and absolute control. Thousands upon thousands of repetitions have honed the "perception-marking-intention firing-fine-tuning" chain to a speed and naturalness akin to a knee-jerk reflex.

Precision is the cornerstone of all this. At the moment of firing, the supernatural ability intervenes directly, counteracting the muzzle rise and disturbance caused by recoil, maintaining absolute stability of the firing baseline. Furthermore, based on the near-predictive assistance provided by the Caldova engine based on target dynamics, the muzzle performs a near-intuitive, minute-by-millimeter correction in the milliseconds before the bullet leaves the barrel. This is not a conscious adjustment, but a conditioned reflex-like calibration formed with engine assistance, faster than thought.

The final command to fire is directly linked to his pure intention to "fire." When a threat enters the firing range, the array completes aiming and correction, and with just a thought, the corresponding pistol will execute a perfect shot.

What if this array could reload itself? This thought invigorated him. If even gaps in firepower could be filled, wouldn't that be practically achieving continuous suppression with "unlimited ammunition" on a tactical level?

He glanced at the spare magazines prepared beside him, his thoughts extending towards them. His current level of awareness limited the number of targets he could reliably control, but it was more than enough to construct a reloading system. A clear and efficient tactical cycle took shape in his mind:

When he senses that a gun is about to run out of ammunition (he has an uncanny ability to perceive the "presence" of every single bullet in the gun).

Peeling: The empty magazine is smoothly and quickly detached.

Connection: Almost simultaneously, a fully loaded new magazine is precisely inserted and locked along the shortest path.

Reset: If necessary, the slide is pulled by an invisible force to complete the loading.

The key to the entire process lies in his ability to compress these three physical steps into a near-simultaneous "compound command package" at the conscious level. He diligently trained himself to smoothly complete this reloading process with minimal mental strain while continuously firing another pistol. This wasn't true unlimited ammunition, but rather an ultra-efficient cyclic reloading system achieved through his supernatural abilities, far exceeding human physiological limits. In actual combat, this was sufficient to simulate a devastating, almost uninterrupted barrage of fire.

In tests simulating combat against multiple high-speed moving targets, this preliminary array demonstrated astonishing effectiveness. Wang Zhengyang could focus on tactical positioning and environmental observation, while the hovering pistols acted like two loyal and precise automatic guardians, autonomously searching for targets, firing steadily, and reloading seamlessly, weaving a continuous and deadly firepower coverage zone within a fifteen-meter radius around him.

He clearly recognized the value of this system: it would greatly enhance instantaneous reaction and firepower density in close-quarters combat; it would free up the user's precious mental energy to deal with more complex battlefield situations or unleash other superpowers; and it would create an overwhelming firepower advantage against ordinary survivors or low-level awakened individuals.

And this was just the beginning. Wang Zhengyang gazed at the hazy morning light outside the window, his thoughts drifting further. Right now, he could only reliably control three pistols. If he broke through to the first tier, his control limits would increase, and perhaps hovering around him would be ten submachine guns with even higher rates of fire, coupled with ten automatically circulating magazines… Then it wouldn't just be a tactical formation, but a tireless automatic fire platoon that moved with him at all times. This thought ignited a burning passion within him—a clear path to power growth, and a weighty confidence to face a dark future.

He opened his eyes. The morning light streamed through the warehouse's high window, casting the first clear golden streak onto the maintenance bay floor. Wang Zhengyang slowly exhaled a long, stale breath, which condensed into a thin white mist in the cool air before dissipating.

Walking to the window, the massive silhouette of the Longyuan was revealed in the gradually brightening morning light, its steel skeleton exposed. A deeper connection stirred within him. If before he was merely an observer and controller of this steel behemoth, now he felt himself establishing a symbiotic relationship with it, breathing and growing together.

One day closer to that earth-shattering day in my memory.

But his power, the power he and the Dragon Abyss built together, is also growing in tandem, racing against time. When the inevitable disaster finally strikes, they will not only possess stronger armor, sharper perception, and more sophisticated control, but also this nascent, sharp automated tactical fang, capable of tearing through the darkness.

Wang Zhengyang raised his hand to wipe away the last trace of sweat left on his forehead from training. His eyes, illuminated by the morning light, were calm as water, yet firm as steel.

Boundaries are meant to be broken. This applies to the status quo, and it applies to the enemy's lines.

His journey has only just begun.

There are nine days left until the Longyuan ship's refit is completed.

There are fourteen days left until the end of the world.