Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1865 Whose Life Is This
With a sound of "dang", the empty wine glass was knocked back on 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 mouthful of strong alcohol, his lips were burned into a thin line by the alcohol, pressed against his gums, took a breath, and asked, "It's not bad here, isn't it?"

Yuan Maruji didn't make a sound.

"It's pretty good, usually the business should not be bad." Several people around the man nodded in agreement, "I don't know whose business it is."

"Come and play next time," said the man named Juan, who looked to be in his forties, pouring himself a third glass of wine. "I don't have time this time, call that woman over next time."

The crowd laughed again; some turned their heads to look, some straightened the holsters around their waists, some were expressionless... Everyone was expressing calmness in their own way.

Caged in the dim and ambiguous light, besides them, there is only one female singer, accompanied by the pianist, singing 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 booked the show.

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

Seemingly noticing Uinmaru Tsugumi's gaze, Juan leaned over and let out a mouthful of alcohol.

Uinamaru shook his head.

She was a fairly ordinary, ordinary beauty, fair and soft, and she forgot her appearance when she turned her head; it was ideal for a man who needed to rely on a weak woman to build himself.

"Your hair is too long," Juan said, looking coldly at the unmoving Brandy in front of him, "You look like a woman. Doesn't this affect your hands? It's not some kind of art—"

Uinmaru Tsugumi suddenly picked up the wine glass, almost like pomade, poured a whole glass of brandy gently on his hair.Amid the strong and tyrannical smell of alcohol that suddenly rose, he closed his eyes, put his five fingers into his wet hair, and pushed them to the back of his head.

Bitter orange-scented wine flowed down his face, Uinmaru Tsugumi wiped his face, and smiled for the first time.The wet long eyelashes shimmered slightly under the soft light.

"better?"

As early as halfway through Juan's words, he stopped and couldn't continue.He stared at Uinmaru Tsugumi for a few seconds, then tapped his temple at a man next to him: "Let me tell you, this kid's brain is a bit crazy. He is quite ruthless when he moves his hands."

The man nodded, and looked at Uinmaru Tsugumi quietly from under his eyelids.

The cloth and skin were gradually wetted by the brandy; Uinmaru Tsugumi did not respond to Juan's words, and slowly combed a few locks of hair into the back of his head with his hands.

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

"...It's almost time, let's go."

As if there was an inaudible whistle, more than a dozen men in suits and jackets stood up from the table one after another.In the darkness, the sounds of suitcases, ammunition clips, throat clearing, and the rustling of coats sounded from the gaps in the dim singing, making the air suddenly tense and thin.

"Okay, there's no need to sing, wait until I come to you!" Juan yelled 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 out from a flight of stairs, everyone is already standing on the concrete roof.The weather forecast said that it would be cloudy and rainy in the next few days; tonight, the wind had already arrived first, blowing long and long in the air, making everyone's clothes rattle.

Several layers of suspended train tracks are elevated in the night sky overhead, circling and crisscrossing, like a wide channel in the belly of some kind of machine.Under the aerial track, all the people in the city, buildings, cars... are like bacteria living in the gaps of huge machines.

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

Only ten meters away, a train track was quietly floating in the night.City lights and heavy traffic have dyed its belly with a layer of light and undulating light; in the middle of the night, few trains are still quietly passing through the sky.

The operation has been rehearsed more than once, and tonight is not the first time they have done such a job.In just a few minutes, everything is in place: wire explosives, fuse guns, covering gunners, commando operators... and the movable slab bridge that spans the night sky and connects the track to the roof.

As the leader of the first wave, Uinmaru Tsugumi was leading five other people to stand guard on both sides of the movable bridge.

"There are still 3 minutes," Juan kept staring at his watch, even the alcohol was not enough to lighten the dignified tension in his voice. "2 minutes!"

As the time draws closer, he is also slowly retreating from the rooftop—tonight’s action is heavy, and the team will turn against the arms supplier, which naturally means it will be particularly dangerous— After retreating, he was still shouting: "For our group! Tonight must be successful!"

The scorpion assault pistol at his waist was hard pressed into his ribs, and it became the only reality that Tsugumi Uinaru could feel at this moment.

"Here we come!" Juan shouted.

When a long freight train was coming on the track in the distance, Uinmaru Tsugumi glanced at the people around him, seeing their tight and pale faces, he couldn't help but smile.Tonight's play is finally about to begin.

The linear explosive buried in a key position made a very low sound when it exploded, so light that it immediately melted into the night wind.

The track was still intact; however, the traction system all over the track suddenly twisted, and sparks flickered and scattered.

The frightened freight train, like a gigantic beast crashing straight into the people from the depths of the night wind, twisted and twisted, swayed left and right, and finally stopped abruptly amidst the sharp and ear-piercing sound of rubbing— —Half of the car bodies were suspended outside the track; the sound of heavy steel hitting, deforming, and scraping still pierced the night in waves.

As soon as Uinmaru Tsugumi left, the other five immediately followed him like a shadow.

When they melted the door and broke into the train, the people inside didn't even realize why the train stopped suddenly, let alone a group of strangers with heavy weapons suddenly broke in—— Under the gunfire, 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 scene of human blood exploding like fireworks is too exaggerated, just like a movie.

Uinmaru Tsugumi strode across the pool of blood, the slippery "slap" of the soles of his shoes made him feel that his legs were already spattered with blood spots.

He approached the closed door of the carriage and stomped his feet to listen.

Except for the driver's car that was controlled by Juan at the moment, the first two carriages were full of people, and the escorts for this shipment 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 moment, it sounded like a deathly silence behind the door.

Behind the door is an ambush.

Uinmaru Tsugumi thought for a while, and the gun in his hand threw a short burst of flames at the window of the carriage, and then kicked the broken window frame glass.

"I'll go out and have a look," he ordered without looking back, "Xiaolong, guard the door."

"Understood, Brother Yuan."

After whistled to the cover members on the distant rooftop, Uinmaru Tsugumi slipped out of the window and flipped out nimbly, being enveloped by the night wind again.

Below me is the night sky more than a dozen stories high; most of the buildings are dark, only the distant orange street lights, and the occasional taillights of cars passing by... The normal world is still asleep without knowing it.

He was thin and narrow, with flexible limbs. After grabbing the outer edge of the carriage, he quickly climbed to the top of the carriage, and arrived at the second carriage in a few steps.

The lights were not even turned on in this carriage, and it was sunk in darkness.

Uinmaru Tsugumi didn't take his steps lightly, his boots hit the roof of the car heavily, and there was a thumping sound - he bent down and listened, but he didn't catch a trace of unease and rustling from inside the second car.

Even if it's an ambush, if you hear movement from your head at this moment, you should change your position and re-arm yourself... It's so quiet, it's as if there is no one in the second car.But that's impossible; for such high-value goods as tonight, the suppliers have always spared no effort in manpower and are closely guarded.

Thinking about it now, it seems that since the sudden stop of the train, the only thing they saw were the four or five people who hadn't had time to react.

"How's the situation?" Juan's question came from the earphone. "Can we attack now?"

"Give me another minute." Uinmaru Tsugumi hooked one foot on the handle of the opening and closing panel on the top of the carriage, and leaned half of his body out of the carriage; almost as if hanging in the night wind, the scorpion in his hand The submachine gun spit out bright gunfire towards the windows of the carriage—in the dark windows, the glass and window frames shattered in response; what came out was only the dark and quiet wind.

Why didn't they even dodge and fight back?
"It's not quite right."

Uinmaru Tsugumi whispered into the headset, "We're afraid we'll have to get ready to push the entire second car off the track."

"Don't be kidding," Juan immediately shouted, "Do you know how much commotion that would cause? The track and road below were broken, and the police (don't look in brackets) and special operations agents in half the city wanted to Keep up with our farts (don't look in brackets) who are looking for faults! You are small, you go to the window!"

Inmaru Tsugumi didn't make a sound.He thought for a while, tied a roll of suspension rope to the handle of the roof, grabbed it and lowered it from the wall of the car a little bit; when passing by the window he shattered, he supported the wall of the car with one foot, carefully The ground probe glanced into the window.

When Yuan Marutsu recalled that moment later, he couldn't remember how long he stared at the darkness and how he made the decision—he only remembered his trembling after a shock, It was as if I was living a life, and suddenly opened my eyes, only to realize that it was just a long dream.

After he threw it forcefully, the hand-throwing explosive bomb sank straight into the darkness.

This is undoubtedly a very reckless approach; because Yuan Maru himself is still hanging on the car.

When the wall of the carriage on the other side was pierced by flames and air waves like an angry dragon, and the steel fragments and dazzling flames tore apart the night together, the counterattacking airflow and the swaying carriage almost threw Uinmaru Tsugumi away. into the night sky.

"What's going on?" Juan asked through the headset, "What happened?"

Uinmaru Tsugumi didn't have time to respond; he managed to climb up to the top of the car again, and while running quickly to the first car, he shouted loudly: "Xiaolong, break the door!"

"Is there—" the second half of Juan's words, after Inmaru Tsuji jumped into the first carriage, he was completely drowned out by the gunfire and cracking sounds from inside the carriage; Still being affected by the tremors, he nearly fell off the carriage.

When he threw himself back into the first carriage, all the doors connecting the two carriages had been turned into distorted and blackened pieces; the second carriage could no longer be called a carriage—the one he threw A hand-throwing bomb swallowed up half of the carriage, and the air wave swept away the debris, leaving only half of the wrecked and smoky ruins of the carriage, allowing the night to pour in gently.

Fortunately, Tsugumi Uinmaru's direction was accurate, and the power of the hand-throwing bomb was precisely controlled, so that the orbit was not blown up at the same time.If so, the complexions of Xiaolong and the others are already whiter than the moon.

The sound of heavy impacts and distant screams came from the night tens of meters below.

"It's messy, don't you have a filter in your brain?" When Juan rushed in with a few people, his face was almost distorted. "There is an ambush, just kill it. Now half of the carriage is like this. I don't know if the train can be dragged away in a while. What do you see? Are there other people on the train?"

"No more," Tsugumi Uinmaru gasped.

"Go ask them to restore the traction system," Juan turned around and ordered, seeing the subordinate hurried away, he looked at the carriage ahead with hesitation.He seemed afraid that he would lose his footing and fall from the half-ruined carriage, so he stopped at the break and scanned the third carriage with a flashlight—the middle of this freight train seemed to be bitten by a ferocious beast It seemed like a big gulp down, and standing in the first carriage, I could already clearly see the third carriage.

Juan's face finally became much lighter.

"That's right, although there was a bit of a commotion, we've taken this car down. Do you know how much this shipment is worth?" He patted Uinmaru Tsugumi's shoulder hard, obviously out of joy, and kept following He said a few words: "This time, if the supplier is eaten by the group, it is equivalent to a big business... The gun supply chains in several nearby states are all in our hands! It went smoothly, yes Isn’t it? Usually those people are very arrogant, but when something happens, they don’t even show their faces, and they’re all over..."

Uinmaru Tsugumi looked back.

Behind the two of them, Xiaolong and others were staying in the first carriage, sharing a pack of cigarettes with the people brought up by Juan, when the lighter clicked, and the flames lit up in the darkness.The night wind was stronger and faster than before, and the smell of smoke didn't even spread out before it was wrapped up and carried away without a trace.

The brandy was almost done.

Uinmaru Tsugumi raised his left hand, rubbed his hair randomly a few times, and the black hair fell down again in a mess; the hair was blown by the wind and fluttered in the air, splitting the night in front of him.

Juan glanced at him and frowned slightly.

When Uinmaru Tsugumi lowered his left hand, he also raised his right hand.He didn't even cast his eyes on Juan, he was still parked in the second car; the bullets from the scorpion submachine gun suddenly shot into Juan's body deeply.In the flickering firelight, he was beaten backwards, stumbled, and without a sound, he fell straight from the rupture into the night.

In the first carriage behind them, there were half-cries of anger and exclamation; then, they were drowned out by the sound of gunfire.

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

"Go and get rid of those people on the rooftop," Uinmaru Tsuguru turned around and ordered.

What good is it for him to eat suppliers in the group.The munitions supply chain is going to change hands anyway, so it's better to switch into his hands... As for tonight's matter, there will always be an answer in the future.

Uinmaru Tsugumi stepped into the wreck-like carriage.He walked among the broken and twisted steel, which made it creak and groan (don't look in brackets); after opening the third carriage, the iron boxes neatly stacked on the fixed frame appeared one by one. before his eyes.

After cutting the opening and closing buckle of the first box with a fuse gun, Uinmaru Tsugumi pulled it lightly.

The weapons box was empty.

　This chapter is really difficult to write, I almost wrote it for almost two days... I understand that it may seem a bit strange to suddenly insert a chapter where strangers come in, but I am for this story and how to integrate it into the main line , I’m really half bald, I hope you won’t be disappointed after reading it... Pia
besides!Brandy has no sugar and is not sticky. (I think this is very important, I must say it, I don’t know why)
　
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