Doomsday Wonderland

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With a sound of "dang", the empty glass wine glass was knocked back to the table, and the water stains and the golden red residual wine slid to the bottom of the glass together.

The man who had just swallowed a sip of strong alcohol, his lips were so thin that he was burned by the alcohol, pressed against his gums, took a breath, and asked, "This is great, isn't it?"

Inmaru Tsuru made no sound.

"It's pretty good, business shouldn't be bad at ordinary times." Several people around the man nodded in response, "I don't know whose place it is."

"You can come and play next time," the man named Juan, who looked like he was in his forties, was pouring himself a third glass of wine. "There's no time this time, call that woman over next time."

Everyone greeted and laughed again; some turned their heads to look, some were tidying up the holsters around their waists, some were expressionless...everyone was showing calmness in their own way.

Caged in the dim and ambiguous lights, besides them, there is only one female singer. With the accompaniment of the pianist, she sings soft and boneless songs one after another to the empty club. The level is only generally.

Maybe they didn't know that the club was forcibly "borrowed" tonight, and they thought they were important guests who had booked the show.

"Why, do you like that type of woman too?"

As if noticing Inomaruji's gaze, Juan leaned over and let out a breath of alcohol.

Yuanmaru shook his head.

It was a very ordinary ordinary beauty, pure and supple, and forgot to look like when he turned his head; it is ideal for men who need to build themselves on weak women.

"Your hair is too long," Juan said coldly, looking at the untouched brandy in front of him, "It's just like a woman. Doesn't this affect your hands? It's not artistic—"

Inomaruji suddenly picked up the wine glass, almost like waxing, and gently poured a whole glass of brandy onto his hair. In the sudden, strong and violent scent of alcohol, he closed his eyes, put his five fingers into the wet hair, and put them behind his head.

The bitter orange-scented liquor flowed down below, and Yuanmaruji wiped his face and smiled for the first time. The long wet eyelashes shimmered slightly under the dark and soft light.

"better?"

As early as halfway through what Juan said, he couldn't stop speaking. He stared at Yuanmaruji for a few seconds, then tapped his temple at a man next to him: "I said it, this kid's brain is a bit crazy. It's quite ruthless to start his hands."

The man nodded, then quietly glanced at Yuanmaru from under his nose.

The clothes and skin were gradually licked by the brandy; Inamaruji didn't respond to Juan's words, and slowly combed a few strands of hair into the back of his head with his hands.

Juan looked down at his watch, then grinned, showing a row of square teeth.

"...Time is almost up, let's go."

As if there was an inaudible whistle, more than a dozen men in suits and jackets stood up from the table. In the gloom, the suitcase, ammunition clip, throat cleared, and the rustling noise of the jacket rang from the gap of the dim singing, and the air suddenly became tight and thin.

"Okay, no need to sing, wait until I come to you!" Juan shouted loudly before going out, interrupting the endless soft love songs in the club hall.

This club is located on the fifteenth floor of the top floor. After pushing the door from a section of the stairs, everyone is already standing on the concrete roof. The weather forecast said that there will be clouds and rain in the next few days; tonight, the wind has arrived first, and it has been blowing in the air for a long time, blowing everyone's clothing and hunting.

Several layers of suspended train tracks are elevated above the night sky, circling and staggering, like a wide waterway in the belly of some kind of machine. Under the air track, everyone in the city, buildings, cars...are like bacteria living in the gaps of huge machines.

Juan waved, and two men carrying a large suitcase each walked quickly to the edge of the roof.

Just over ten meters away, a train track was floating quietly in the night. The city lights and busy traffic have stained its belly with a faint undulating light and shadow; in the middle of the night, there are not many trains still passing through the sky quietly.

The action had been drilled more than once, and it was not the first time they did such a job tonight. In just a few minutes, everything was in place: linear explosives, fuse guns, cover gunners, assault operatives... and the movable bridge that connects the track to the rooftop across the night sky.

As the first wave of the first wave, Tsuji Inomaru led the other five people to lie on both sides of the movable bridge.

"There are still three minutes," Juan kept staring at his watch, even the alcohol could not lighten the solemn tension in his voice. "Two minutes!"

As time gets closer and closer, he is slowly retreating from the roof-tonight's action is very heavy, and the group has to turn against the supplier of arms, which naturally means that it will be especially dangerous-retreat. He was still shouting: "For our team! Must succeed tonight!"

The scorpion assault pistol at his waist slid under his ribs, becoming the only reality that Iinmaruji could feel at this moment.

"Come!" Juan yelled.

When a long freight train approached on the distant track, Yuanmaruji glanced at the people around him, saw that their faces were tight and white, and couldn't help but smile. This scene tonight is finally about to begin.

The linear explosive buried in the key position has a very low sound when it bursts, and it is so light that it immediately melts into the night breeze.

The track was still intact; however, the traction system all over the track was suddenly distorted, exploding with flickering sparks.

The frightened freight train was like a behemoth that hit a few people from the depths of the night wind, twisting and swaying, and finally came to a halt amid the sharp rubbing sound— Several sections of the car body were suspended halfway out of the track; the sound of heavy steel hitting, deforming, and scraping still pierced the night in waves.

As soon as Inamaruji left, the other five people immediately followed him.

When they broke the door and broke into the train, the people inside didn't even realize why the train stopped suddenly, and they didn't expect to suddenly enter a group of strangers holding heavy weapons-dazzling like a meteor. Under the gun fire, in just a few seconds, the four or five people in that carriage turned into four or five corpses.

No matter how many times I watch it, I feel that this kind of human blood can explode like fireworks, like a movie, too exaggerated.

Inamaruji strode through the pool of blood, and the slippery soles of his shoes made him feel that his legs were already splattered with blood.

He approached the door of the closed car and paused to listen.

Except for the front of the driving car, which was controlled by Juan's person at this moment, the first two carriages were full of people, and the people who escorted this batch of cargo naturally gathered in these two carriages. There were only four or five people in the first quarter, so the focus should be on the second quarter... But at this time, it sounded like a dead place behind the door.

Behind the door is an ambush.

Inomaru Tsuji thought for a while, and the gun in his hand threw a short flame on the window of the carriage, and then kicked the broken window frame glass.

"I'll go out and have a look," he commanded without looking back, "Xiaolong, you keep the door."

"I see, Brother Yuan."

After the cover member on the rooftop rushed to the far distance to whistle, Yuanmaru Tsuru drilled through the window and flipped out flexibly, and was wrapped in the night wind again.

Below him is the night sky ten stories high; most of the buildings are dark, except for the distant orange street lights and the occasional car taillights... The normal world is still asleep without knowing it.

He was thin and narrow, with flexible limbs. After climbing on the outer edge of the car, he quickly climbed to the top of the car, and came to the second car in a few steps.

Even the lights were not turned on in this carriage, and it sank in a cloud of darkness.

Inomaruji didn't let his footsteps go lightly, his boots hit the roof of the car heavily, banging—he leaned down and listened, but he didn't catch a trace of anxiety and rustling from the inside of the second carriage.

Even if it was an ambush, at the moment when I heard head movement, I had to change the position and re-arm...It was so quiet, as if there was no one in the second carriage. But that's impossible; for such high-value goods as tonight, the supplier has always been generous in manpower and tightly guarded.

Thinking about it now, it seems that since the train stopped suddenly, the only thing they saw was the four or five people who hadn't had time to react.

"What's the situation?" Juan's question came from the headset. "Can you attack now?"

"Give me another minute." Yuanmaruji hooked one foot to the handle of the opening and closing plate on the top of the car, and half of her body protruded out of the car; almost as if hanging in the night breeze, the scorpion in his hand The submachine gun expelled bright gunfire toward the windows of the carriage-in the dark windows, the glass and window frames shattered at the sound; what was thrown out was only the dark and quiet wind.

Why didn't you even evade and fight back?

"The situation is not quite right."

Tsuji Inomaru whispered into the earphones: "We must be prepared to push the entire second car off the track."

"Don't be kidding," Juan shouted immediately, "Do you know how much noise that would make? The tracks and roads below were broken, and half of the city's police (not seen in the brackets) are required to inspect and operate agents. Keep up with our fart (don’t look in the brackets) and find the fault behind the stock! You are small, you go to the window and have a look!"

Yuanmaru was silent. He thought for a while, tied a roll of suspension rope to the handle of the roof, grabbed it and lowered it from the carriage wall a little bit; when passing by the window that was broken by him, he supported the carriage wall with one foot, being careful The ground probe glanced in the window.

When Inomaru-tzu later recalled that moment, he couldn't remember how long he had stared in the dark at the time and how he decided it was—he only remembered his trembling after shaking his soul, as if Living alive in a life, suddenly opened his eyes, only then realized that it was a long dream before.

With a strong shot from him, the hand-thrown blaster plunged straight into the darkness.

This is undoubtedly a very reckless approach; because Yuanmaruji himself is still hanging in the car.

When the wall of the carriage on the other side was pierced by the flames and air waves like an angry dragon, and the steel fragments and the dazzling firelight shattered the night, the air flow and the swaying carriage almost smashed Inomaru Tsui. Into the night sky.

"What's the matter?" Juan asked in the earphones, "What's the matter?"

Nowhere did Inomaruji have time to respond; he finally climbed to the top of the car again, and while running fast to the first car, he shouted: "Xiaolong, break the door!"

"Is there—" Juan said in the second half. After Yuanmaruji jumped into the first car, he was completely overwhelmed by gunfire and explosions from the inside of the car; even though Yuanmaruji was swift and fierce, he was still The tremor nearly fell off the carriage.

When he threw his head back into the first car, all the doors connecting the two cars had become twisted and blackened pieces; the second car could no longer be called a car—the one he threw out A hand hurled a bullet, swallowing up half of the carriage, and the air wave swept away the fragments. Now only half of the crooked and surplus smoke of the carriage remains, letting the night gently poured in.

Fortunately, Yuanmaruji's direction was accurate, and the power of the hand grenades was precisely controlled, so that the orbit was not broken at the same time. Rao is the case, Xiao Long and the others are already paler than the moon.

Heavy impacts and distant screams came from the night tens of meters below.

"Come on, don't you have a filter in your mind?" When Juan rushed in with a few people, his face was almost crooked. "If there is an ambush, just kill it. Now half of the car is like this. I don't know if the train can be dragged away for a while. What do you see? Is there anyone else on the car?"

"Nothing," Inamaruji gasped.

"Go and ask them to restore the traction system," Juan turned around and ordered, seeing that the subordinate had hurried away, and he looked at the car in front of him with hesitation. He seemed to be afraid that he would be unsteady and fall from the half-worn carriage, so he stopped at the break, and swept the third carriage with a flashlight-the middle of the freight train seemed to be bitten by a beast. As if taking a big mouthful, standing in the first car, you can already see the third section clearly.

Juan's face finally became lighter.

"Yes, although the movement is a bit louder, we have taken this car down. Do you know how valuable this batch of goods is?" He patted Inomaruji's shoulder vigorously, obviously out of joy, and talked more with him. He said a few words: "This time the group has eaten the supplier, it is equivalent to a large plate of business... The gun fire supply chain of several nearby states has to be obtained! It's going well, isn't it? Usually that group of people are very arrogant, but when something happens, if they don’t even show their faces, it’s all over..."

Inamaru Tsui looked back.

Behind them, Xiao Long and others were staying in the first carriage. They were sharing a pack of cigarettes with the person Juan had brought up. The lighter clicked, and the flames lit up in the dim. The night breeze was stronger and more swift than before, and the smell of smoke was not even as diffused, so it was wrapped up and taken away without a trace.

The brandy is almost done.

Inomaruji raised his left hand and rubbed his hair indiscriminately, and his black hair fell loose again; the hair was curled up in the air by the wind, splitting the night before him.

Juan glanced at him and frowned slightly.

When Inamaruji dropped his left hand, his right hand also raised. He didn't even cast his eyes on Juan, and was still parked in the second carriage; the bullet shot from the scorpion submachine gun plunged deep into Juan's body. In the flickering fire, he stumbled backwards and fell out, without a sound, he plunged straight into the night from the break.

In the first car behind him, there was a half-sound of anger and exclamation; right after that, they were drowned by gunfire.

Xiaolong waited for a few people, with the cigarettes he had just borrowed in his mouth, and painted a layer of blood paint on the compartment with the Uzi gun in his hand.

"Go and solve the few people on the rooftop," Yuan Marushi turned around and exhorted.

What good is it for him to eat the supplier in the group? The arms supply chain has to change hands anyway, it is better to change into his hands... As for tonight, there will always be an answer in the future.

Yuanmaru stepped into the car like a ruin. He walked between the broken and twisted steel, stepping on it creaking (not seen in brackets); after opening the third car, one by one, the iron boxes neatly stacked on the fixed frame show Before his eyes.

After cutting open the opening and closing buttons of the first box with a fuse gun, Yuanmaruji gently pulled it.

The weapon box is empty.

This chapter is too difficult to write. I wrote it for almost two days... I understand that it may seem a bit strange to suddenly insert a chapter when a stranger comes in, but for the sake of this story and how to integrate it into the main line, I'm really bald, I hope you won't be disappointed after reading it...Hurt pia