Doomsday Mechanic: My Train Can Be Modified Infinitely

Chapter 84 Dark Fire

At noon, the two finally returned to the repair shop.

When the garage door opened, Lin Luo'er was standing in the doorway. She looked like she had just finished some work, her hands were covered in oil, but her expression immediately changed when she saw Wang Zhengyang helping the limping Natasha in.

"Brother Wang, this is..." Lin Luo'er walked over quickly, her gaze shifting back and forth between the bandage on Natasha's leg and Wang Zhengyang.

"She ran into the Iron Hand Gang," Wang Zhengyang said briefly. "She's injured. Where's Chen Yishang? Let him take a look at her wound."

"Brother Chen is installing the cannon on the roof," Lin Luo'er said, but her gaze remained on Natasha. "I... I'll handle it. I've learned first aid."

She reached out to help Natasha, but Natasha instinctively moved closer to Wang Zhengyang.

This small gesture made Lin Luo'er's eyes darken slightly.

Wang Zhengyang didn't notice these subtle interactions. He helped Natasha to a chair in the corner of the garage and then said to Lin Luoer, "The wound is on my left calf, caused by shrapnel from a shotgun shell. I've already done some initial treatment, but it needs to be disinfected and bandaged again."

"Understood." Lin Luo'er nodded and turned to get the first-aid kit.

Taking advantage of the brief moment, Natasha looked up at Wang Zhengyang and whispered, "Thank you... again."

"You should thank yourself," Wang Zhengyang said. "You're very strong; you managed to come back despite being injured like this."

Natasha blushed slightly. She wanted to say something, but Lin Luo'er had already returned with the first-aid kit.

"Brother Wang, Li Ming just said he needs to talk to you about something," Lin Luo'er said as she opened the first-aid kit. "It seems to be some kind of communication problem."

Wang Zhengyang nodded and said to Natasha, "Take good care of your wounds here. We'll talk about tonight's matter when we get news from Li Ming."

After saying that, he turned and walked into the carriage.

Lin Luo'er squatted down and carefully began to unwrap the bandages from Natasha's leg. Her movements were professional, but somewhat silent.

"You are..." Natasha asked tentatively.

"Lin Luo'er." Lin Luo'er didn't look up. "She works with Brother Wang."

"Oh..." Natasha nodded, recalling their chance encounter in the supermarket parking lot. "We've met before, in the parking lot."

"I remember," Lin Luo'er said calmly, "You helped an old man back then."

She removed the bandages, revealing the wound underneath. The wound was deep, and the edges were somewhat red and swollen, but the styptic powder had worked, and the bleeding had mostly stopped.

"It might leave scars," Lin Luo'er said while disinfecting with iodine. "But in a situation like this, just surviving is already a blessing."

Her tone was flat, but Natasha could sense the underlying meaning—at times like this, when things were about to happen, appearances and scars were unimportant.

"Yes..." Natasha said softly, "I'm only alive because of him."

"Brother Wang saved you twice?" Lin Luo'er asked, still without looking up.

"Three times," Natasha corrected. "Once last night, once this morning at the dock, and once just now."

Lin Luo'er paused for a moment, then continued bandaging: "Then you're very lucky."

"It wasn't just luck." Natasha's voice held an almost worshipful tone. "He...he's amazing. I've never seen anyone like him. Those Iron Hand gang members, six men, fully armed...but he did it in just a few seconds..."

She didn't finish speaking, but Lin Luo'er understood. She looked up at Natasha's eyes. In those deep blue eyes, there flickered a light that Lin Luo'er was very familiar with but also felt uneasy about—it was the dependence and trust she herself once had in Wang Zhengyang, but seeing it in another girl's eyes now made her feel a strange threat.

"Brother Wang is indeed very capable." Lin Luo'er's voice remained calm, but with a hint of imperceptible distance. "But in this world, one person alone is not enough. We need a team, we need to rely on each other."

She finished bandaging the wound and stood up: "All done. Don't get it wet for the next few days, and change the dressing every day. If you develop a fever or if the wound becomes infected, tell me immediately."

"Thank you," Natasha said.

Lin Luo'er nodded, packed her first-aid kit, and turned to leave. But before leaving, she glanced back at the interior of the carriage, her expression complex.

Natasha sat in her chair, watching Lin Luo'er's retreating figure, a strange feeling welling up inside her. She could sense that Lin Luo'er's attitude towards her was somewhat subtle, but she didn't understand why.

Is it because she also likes Wang Zhengyang?

The thought made Natasha's heart skip a beat. She shook her head, banishing the idea from her mind. Now was not the time to think about such things; her father's fate was still unknown, and the Iron Hand was still hunting them…

But that man's image had already left too deep an imprint on her heart.

Inside the carriage, Wang Zhengyang found Li Ming.

Li Ming was sitting in front of a computer, the screen displaying complex signal analysis graphs. Seeing Wang Zhengyang enter, he immediately said, "Brother Wang, something's up."

"What's going on?"

"I've been monitoring the radio communications in the dock area." Li Ming brought up another window. "The Iron Hand Gang is making a large-scale mobilization. Judging from the communications, they're looking for two people—a man and a girl—whose characteristics match yours. And... they found six bodies near the hydrological observation station, all with bullet wounds to the head or heart, and they died very cleanly and efficiently."

Wang Zhengyang nodded: "We encountered their people."

"That's right," Li Ming said. "But that's not the most important thing. The important thing is that I hacked into the Iron Hand's internal communications network—Wolf intercepted some intelligence that might be very important to us."

"What intelligence?"

"Mr. Zhou's men have arrived in Berlin." Li Ming's expression was serious. "This is not a guess, but confirmation. Wolf has an informant in Rotterdam, and the informant reported that Mr. Zhou dispatched a four-person 'cleanup team,' which arrived in Berlin around 3 p.m. this afternoon. This team is very professional; they are said to be former special forces members, specializing in handling 'tricky issues.'"

Wang Zhengyang checked his watch—it was 12:30 pm, and there were still two and a half hours left.

"How did Wolf know?"

"Mr. Zhou's side isn't monolithic either," Li Ming said. "Someone sold information, possibly for money, or it could be due to internal strife. Wolf paid a high price for this intelligence, and now the Iron Hand Party is adjusting its plans to deal with Mr. Zhou's people."

What is the cleaning team's goal?

"Two." Li Ming pulled up the deciphered communication records. "First, retrieve Zhang Yiqiang's lost weapons. Second, find Andrei's team and get what they have—we don't know exactly what it is, but Mr. Zhou is very interested."