Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1866 Dark & ​​Wet
Guns, ammunition, cannon barrels, portable personal weapons... In the four or five weapon boxes that Uinmaru Tsugumi hastily opened, all were empty, only the weapon fixing brackets, like bones without flesh and blood. Same, looking back at him baldly.

Probably not even a single bullet was loaded on this train.

When the word "trap" flashed through Yuanmaru Tsugumi's mind, he happened to hear: from another track above him, there was a faint, rumbling sound of driving-another car was coming. train.

As if to confirm his guess, the sound of the train running gradually decreased in a few seconds until it disappeared.

The train was parked silently on the track above him.

"Little Long!"

In an instant, Uinmaru Tsuguru understood, and rushed back in a few steps, his footsteps made half of the carriage creak; from the crumbling carriage, he shouted loudly: "Back, leave the roof!"

On the roof of the building about ten meters away, the only ones standing at this time were Uinmaru Tsugumi, some still had cigarette butts in their mouths, and some were scanning around with guns; five or six people were lying on the ground. The motionless corpses were those who sat and drank with them not long ago, and the pool of blood was covered by the night.

As soon as Xiaolong raised his head in response, his eyes were fixed on the night sky above Yuan Wansi, and the cigarette butt fell from his mouth.

Before the cigarette butt hit the ground, he hastily rushed to the side and shouted loudly: "Water tower! Hide to the water tower—"

A burst of intense and dazzling gunfire poured down from the track above the head in an instant, shattering the swaying night; the broken bricks and rocks were thrown into the air by the bullets, and the dead body shook its arms and legs, as if lying on the ground and dancing .

The roof of the attic was so brightly lit by the bullets that it was as if a door had opened in heaven and let out light.

Uinmaru Tsugumi retreated into the carriage full of empty weapon boxes, and using the carriage door as a cover, aimed his gun at the train on the track above.

The shooting distance of the scorpion submachine gun is enough to engulf the night sky between the two tracks in one gulp; the continuous bullets and fire all hit the people protruding from the train and the guns, causing sparks to splash on the wagon, flickering and jumping into the car. into the night sky.

Uinmaru Tsugumi's eyesight and aim were excellent, and in an instant, muffled screams and human body tumbling sounds came from the overhead train; the gunfire that had just poured over the roof was finally stopped for a breath.

He quickly swept across the roof, but he didn't see any shadow who seized the opportunity to escape back into the building.

Tsugumi gritted his teeth.His cover was late, no one was still alive; even if he was still alive, he might not be able to stand up... and the people in the empty train knew that there were still people in this train.

The other party is an arms dealer... I don't know how many seconds it will be before the burst bomb hits the carriage under his feet?
The current situation is really unexpectedly bad.

He is trapped in a rickety train in the air, on a track that may be broken at any time, and the only way back to the ground is a movable slab bridge.At the end of the movable board bridge, he still needs to cross another 30 meters of blank roof before he can touch the first bunker, the water tower on the roof—on the road of nearly 40 meters, he will be exposed to countless gunfire without any cover under.

He couldn't stay any longer, but he had nowhere to go.

Uinmaru Tsugumi gasped, lowered his head to look at the dim night below, and smiled softly.

It seemed that his whole life was compared and included by this night and this moment.

Always pressed against the wall with his back, only the cliff ahead; in order to find a way out of nothingness, he was about to jump off again—this time, literally.

In one train, the man who was shot and fell to the ground was dragged away, leaving a trail of blood on the floor, and the explosive bomb was thrown from one hand to the other; in another train, Uinmaru took a deep breath.

He looked at the direction and jumped into the night sky outside the track.

The black hair was blown away by the black wind, and on the train behind him, the flames exploded into the sky again.

Amidst the air currents, fragments, and weightlessness, Tsugumi Uinmaru seemed to be drained of body temperature and blood in an instant, turning into a blank body.The blankness and clearness at that moment was extremely long, until he grabbed the billboard protruding from the building during the rapid fall, swung in mid-air, and finally stopped the fall, the blood, hearing and emotions returned again. into his body.

The words "Dark & ​​Wet" on the billboard, shrouded in silver-gray light, dimly illuminated at night—the name of that club.

Those up there wouldn't immediately notice that he had jumped out of the car; the billboard was half the length of a person, enough for Uinmaru Tsugumi, who was built like a teenager.He struggled to get closer to the building from the billboard, looked up, stretched his arms, and finally grabbed the sill of a window.

Just when he finally managed to prop up half of his body on the window sill, he heard a distant voice in mid-air: "There are people below!"

Inmaru Tsugumi cursed in a low voice, and quickly raised his hand and shot the window glass; amidst the scattered glass shards, he hurriedly rolled into the window—just as he was about to fall to the ground, there was a sound in the sky. gunshots.

In the rectangular window frame with orange and silver-gray lights floating, a string of blood spots suddenly exploded.

Uinmaru Tsugumo held back the pain, gasped and fell into the glass shards on the ground, the suppressed moan deepened in his throat again.He reluctantly got up, leaned on the wall, dragged his leg scratched by the bullet, and walked slowly forward in this dim corridor.

Although he finally escaped the shooting range of the sky train, his whereabouts were also exposed.It was only a matter of time before the crowd stormed the club looking for him; how far could he go with his injured leg and trail of blood?
Uinmaru Tsugumi took off his shirt, pinched his injured leg hard, and finally stopped the bleeding temporarily.He groped forward step by step, listening to the sound of his dragging footsteps and panting, spreading out in waves in the dark air.

Judging from the blurred outline of the scene, this should be the other side of the club; the club had no customers tonight, and after the group of them left, it might have closed for business.Even if there are still people, after hearing the gunshots and explosions on the rooftop, they probably won't stay...

Halfway through his thoughts, he stopped with Uinmaru Tsugumi's footsteps.

A closed door ahead, and a line of orange light under the door, confirmed his guess was wrong.

He squinted his eyes to see the sign of "Dressing Room".It was very quiet behind the door, only the occasional rustling of footsteps and the low humming of a woman.

Uinmaru Tsugumi stretched out his hand to hold the doorknob, turned it lightly, and the door opened.

The female singer was sitting in front of a dressing table, looking down at her mobile phone; the half-down face was reflected in the mirror, and her brows and eyes were illuminated by the light from the mobile phone screen.

When she raised her head suddenly, she seemed to be startled by the figure that suddenly appeared in the mirror. She just jumped up from the chair, and before she could turn around, she was stopped by the muzzle of the gun in the mirror.

"Someone is looking for me," Uinmaru Tsugumi said, his voice hoarse, as if he was just exhaling. "Hide me."

"I see," the female singer was still wearing the golden fringed skirt she had performed just now, and she didn't even take off her long gloves.She raised her hands as if surrendering, and said in a low voice, "You...you come in, I'll go and close the door."

Probably because gangsters frequented this club, at least she wasn't completely out of control.

Uinmaru Tsugumi still didn't feel at ease, aimed his gun at her lowly, and turned half a circle gently with her pace. "Why are you still here?"

"I'm alone when I go back..."

What she said, Uin Marutsugu didn't really care.When the female singer closed the door, Uinmaru Tsugumi also fell into her makeup chair, blood and ash immediately stained the chair covered with white feathers.

"Didn't you hear the voice from the rooftop?"

"What's the sound?" She locked the door and said, "This club is very soundproof...I've been here all the time, and I haven't heard anything."

This is the luck of his misfortune.

"I'm afraid someone will come in and search for me in a while." Uinmaru Tsugumi said in a low voice, feeling tired, disappointed, and weak, all surging up in waves, like ocean waves trying to encroach on the beach. "As long as you can help me avoid them, I promise I won't hurt you."

"I see." The female singer said, "I know what to do. There is a fire exit behind the club, which is usually used by employees. I will take you down there."

Luckily she has more ideas than she seems.

As long as he can control that woman, he should be safe for the time being.When Uinmaru Tsugumi thought of this, he suddenly couldn't help but bent down, and the muzzle of the gun hung down.

He buried his face in one hand, and buried his fingers deeply in his black hair; the smell of sweat, alcohol, and blood floated in his nose, and the woman's hurried footsteps and rustling scratched his ears gently.Uinmaru Tsugumi raised his eyes and glanced into the mirror, only to see the female singer unzip her zipper, and the golden fringed skirt slipped down her back - she was wearing nothing underneath.

Uinmaru Tsugumi immediately turned his eyes away, staring at the slightly darkened old carpet in the dressing room.

The scene just now kept beating in his mind like a pulse.

It's not because of a woman's body; it's just a woman's body, he has seen it so many times, he won't look like a kid... It's because of something else, but he can't say it for a while.

When Tsugumi Uinmaru frowned tightly, trying to grasp the vague feeling, the dressing room fell silent again.Attracted by the silence, he looked up again; the female singer was facing away from him at this time, her body was wrapped in a nightgown-like long skirt, which covered the slight strangeness that made him feel slightly strange just now. thing.

What is she still doing slowly?
Uinmaru Tsugumi turned his head, and only then did he see clearly: at this fatal moment, the woman was actually removing her makeup—holding a small white cotton cloth in her hand, she wiped off the foundation and lipstick on her face.

"Don't waste my time," he whispered over his shoulder, "now..."

Halfway through the speech, his voice unconsciously lowered and stopped.

That originally white, supple, and ordinary face, just like a snake shedding its skin, gradually faded away its innocuous delicacy.

The fair complexion and pale pink lipstick have all melted away, revealing a face underneath—a face with undulating bones that is almost astonishingly sharp, with deep red lips that seem to be full of blood; the light blue dark circles are getting deeper and deeper, magnifying those pair of eyes. The eyes, which made her look almost unhuman, had a sharp and unsettling dark beauty.

He vaguely remembered the club's name, "Dark & ​​Wet".

The woman's eyes met his in the mirror.She turned around and had become a completely different person from a few minutes ago.

She took two steps closer, the skin on her legs flickered from the opening and closing of the long skirt, and the silk skirt made a soft sound.From the deep neckline, he saw half a tattoo.

"I can't walk out like I was just now, can I?" she said explaining, raising a hand slightly.The sleeves as wide as a nightgown slipped from her wrists, and the muzzle of a gun was placed on the back of Uinmaru Tsugumi's head.

The woman bent down, and a scent like blood rushed up.She murmured, and said in Yuan Marutsu's ear: "Otherwise, my subordinates would dare to recognize me if they saw it."

Uinmaru Tsugumi stared at the woman in the mirror, unable to say anything or move for a while.

"Look... the shipment you want to rob is mine."

　Don't look at me asking for leave to plan the outline, but I am not afraid to tell you the truth, the outline is enough for 2 and a half chapters, and now the weight of 2 chapters has been written.It's just that I can't make ends meet, I don't know if it will come after all the money is gone, what do you guys think...

　
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