Doomsday Mechanic: My Train Can Be Modified Infinitely

Natasha shrank back in fear, but Amir and another young man, Sahir, held her arms on either side, rendering her immobile. Her jacket was ripped open, revealing a simple T-shirt underneath. The tight fabric outlined her well-developed figure—full breasts, a slender waist, and long legs clearly visible beneath her jeans. This made the men's eyes widen.

"Boss, this chick is really something..." Sahir swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on her. "Before we find Andrei and present her to Mr. Wolf... could we...?"

"What's the rush!" Rajish glared at him, but his hands didn't stop. "Let's get down to business first. But this chick is really tempting..."

Natasha's tears finally streamed down her face, but she bit her lip, suppressing her sobs. She simply stared intently at Rajish with her deep blue eyes, her gaze filled with hatred and humiliation. Wang Zhengyang remembered that in the parking lot, after she had taken down those thugs, her eyes had been just as cold and sharp.

Wang Zhengyang watched all of this from the shadows, his eyes cold.

He hadn't originally planned to get involved in these Indians' affairs. His original plan was to go directly to the warehouse area to deal with Zhang Yiqiang, get the alloy materials, and then leave.

But this girl… Andrei’s daughter. And someone he had already met once, and even secretly assessed her worth.

Li Ming's intelligence report mentioned that Andrei was a former Ukrainian special forces soldier who ran a restaurant in Berlin with a group of former mercenaries. He was seeking revenge after the Iron Hand gang mistakenly killed his wife. Someone like that, if he could be put to use…

More importantly, Wang Zhengyang's train project needs manpower. Andrei and his group of former mercenary brothers, if recruited, would be excellent fighting and protection forces. He had already witnessed Natasha's skills firsthand; although not as good as his own, she had clearly received professional training and was top-tier among ordinary people. Like father, like daughter; Andrei would only be stronger.

But to subdue Andrei, his daughter must first be rescued.

Wang Zhengyang took a deep breath and made a decision.

Let's deal with these troublemakers first.

He slowly stood up and stepped out of the shadows.

The footsteps were very light, but Rajish still heard them on the quiet dock.

"Who?!" Rajish turned around abruptly, his hand already reaching for the machete at his waist.

The other three immediately became alert, loosened their grip on Natasha, and grabbed their weapons.

Wang Zhengyang did not answer. He stood there silently in the mist, dressed entirely in black, with a mask covering his face, revealing only a pair of gray eyes. In the dim light, those eyes resembled two cold glass beads, devoid of any warmth.

"Playing tricks!" Rajish spat. "Amir, Sahir, go and take care of him. Raju, keep an eye on this chick."

Scarface Amir and the younger Sahir closed in from the left and right. Both men held machetes, their blades gleaming coldly in the dim light.

"Kid, whoever you are, you're unlucky to have run into us tonight." Amir grinned maliciously, cracking his neck.

Sahir was even more direct, charging forward with his knife raised!

Wang Zhengyang didn't even move a step.

He simply raised his left hand—fingers out, palm down.

The next second, something incredible happened.

Three black pistols appeared out of thin air in front of him, hovering in mid-air, their muzzles pointing in three different directions. There were no grips, no hands holding the guns; they just floated there eerily, as if suspended by invisible threads.

"What the hell—" Sahir hadn't finished speaking.

"puff!"

A soft gunshot rang out. The leftmost gun fired.

The bullet struck Sahir precisely between the eyebrows. His expression froze between shock and fear, his body stiffened for a second, then he fell straight backward, crashing to the ground with a thud, blood gushing from the small hole in his forehead.

It all happened so fast that the other three didn't even have time to react.

"Sahir!" Amir cried out in alarm, but having also lived a life of danger, he reacted quickly and immediately tried to hide behind the shipping container next to him.

Too late.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two more shots. This time, the guns in the middle and on the right fired simultaneously.

One bullet struck Amir in the chest, the other in the throat. Amir opened his mouth as if to say something, but only blood and foam came out. He looked down at the bullet hole gushing blood from his chest, then looked at Wang Zhengyang in disbelief, before his knees buckled and he collapsed to his knees. He fell to his side, twitched twice, and then remained still.

The entire process, from Wang Zhengyang's appearance to the three people falling down, took no more than ten seconds.

Rajish and the skinny Raju were completely terrified.

Rajish's machete clattered to the ground. Raju's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his crotch instantly soaked—he had wet himself in fear.

Natasha was also stunned, standing motionless, her blue eyes wide open, staring at Wang Zhengyang, then at the corpse on the ground, her lips trembling, unable to utter a word. But Wang Zhengyang noticed that besides shock, there was also a quickly regained composure in her eyes—the same professionalism and calmness she displayed when she immediately checked on Uncle Chen's injuries after taking down those thugs in the parking lot.

"No...don't kill me!" Rajish finally reacted, kneeling down with a thud, clasping his hands together in prayer. "Money! I have money! I'll give you everything! Spare my life!"

Wang Zhengyang remained silent. The three hovering pistols slowly adjusted their angles, all pointing at Rajish.

Rajish was terrified and stammered, "There's...there's more information! I know about Andrei! I know the secrets of the Iron Hand! I'll tell you everything! Don't kill me!"

These words made Wang Zhengyang pause for a moment.

The muzzle of the gun was slightly lowered, but it was still locked onto Rajish.

"Speak," Wang Zhengyang said. His voice, processed by the voice changer on his mask, became a deep, mechanical electronic tone, making it impossible to discern his age or emotions.

"Yes...yes!" Rajish said hastily, as if grasping at a straw, "I received a text message today from an anonymous number saying that Andrei Sokolov will be at Pier 17 tonight, and that he has something the Iron Hand wants!"

Who sent the text message?

"No...I don't know! It really is an anonymous number! But I checked, it was sent using an encrypted service, I can't find the source!" Rajish quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket, his hands trembling so much he could barely hold it. "Look! It's right here! I haven't deleted it yet!"

Wang Zhengyang used his telekinesis to "suck" the phone over, suspending it in mid-air. The screen was indeed lit, displaying a short message in German:

"Tonight at 11:30 PM, at Pier 17 East, Andrei Sokolov will be there. He has something the Iron Hand wants. This is a one-time opportunity."

The sender's number is a string of random characters.