Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1860: Whose life is this

With a "dang" sound, the empty 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.

The man who had just swallowed a sip of strong wine, his lips were burned by the alcohol and pressed into a thin line, pressed against his gums, took a breath and asked: "It's nice here, isn't it?"

Inmaruji said nothing.

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

"You can come and have fun next time," said the man named Juan, who looked to be in his forties and was pouring himself a third glass of wine. "We don't have time this time. Call that woman over next time."

Everyone laughed in agreement again; some turned to look, some were adjusting the holsters around their waists, some were expressionless... everyone was showing calmness in their own way.

In addition to them, there was only one female singer in the dim and ambiguous light. Accompanied by the pianist, she sang soft and boneless songs one after another in front of the empty club. , the level is just average.

Perhaps they didn't know that the club was forcibly "borrowed" tonight, and they thought that their group of people were important guests who had booked the venue.

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

As if noticing Yuan Maruji's gaze, Juan leaned over and blew out a breath of alcohol.

Inmaruji shook his head.

She was a pretty ordinary beauty, fair and supple, and could forget her appearance when she turned around; it was ideal for a man who needed to rely on weak women to establish himself.

"Your hair is too long," Juan looked at the motionless brandy in front of him coldly, and said, "You look like a woman. Doesn't this affect your hands? You're not an artist -"

Inmaruji suddenly picked up the wine glass and poured a whole glass of brandy on his hair, almost like applying hair wax. Amidst the strong and overpowering smell of alcohol that suddenly appeared, he closed his eyes, put his fingers into his wet hair, and pulled it back behind his head.

The bitter orange-smelling wine flowed down his face. Inumaruji wiped his face and smiled for the first time. The wet long eyelashes shimmered slightly under the dim soft light.

"Better?"

Huan stopped talking as early as halfway through his words. He stared at Inumaruji for a few seconds, then tapped his temple to a man next to him: "Let me tell you, this kid's mind is a little crazy. He is quite ruthless when he starts using his hands."

The man nodded and looked at Inmaruji secretly from under his eyes.

The clothes and skin were gradually licked wet by the brandy; Yuan Maruji had no reaction to Juan's words, and slowly combed a few strands of hair into the back of his head with his hands.

Huan 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. In the darkness, the sounds of suitcases, ammunition clips, throat clearings, and the rustling of coats rang out from the gaps in the dim singing, causing the air to suddenly become tight and thin.

"Okay, no need to sing, wait until I come to find you!" Huan Lin shouted 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 opening the door from a flight of stairs, everyone was already standing on the cement-paved rooftop. The weather forecast said it would be cloudy and rainy in the next few days; tonight, the wind had arrived first, blowing long in the air and making everyone's clothes rustle.

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

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

Just over ten meters away, a train track was floating quietly in the night. The city lights and busy traffic dyed its belly with a layer of light and undulating light and shadow; in the middle of the night, there were few trains still moving quietly through the sky.

The operation has been rehearsed more than once before, and tonight is not the first time they have done such work. In just a few minutes, everything was in place: linear explosives, fuse guns, cover gunners, commandos... and a movable bridge across the night sky connecting the track and the rooftop.

As the leader of the first wave, Yuan Maruji was leading five other people to guard both sides of the movable bridge.

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

As the time got closer, he also slowly backed away from the rooftop - tonight's operation was very important. The team had to turn against the supplier of arms, which naturally meant that it would be particularly dangerous. ——While retreating, he still shouted: "For our team! We must succeed tonight!"

The Scorpion submachine pistol at his waist was pressed hard under his ribs, becoming the only reality that Inmaruji could feel at this moment.

"Coming!" Juan shouted.

When a long freight train came on the distant track, Inmaruji glanced at the people around him and saw that their faces were tight and pale, and he couldn't help but smile. Tonight's scene is finally about to begin.

The linear explosives buried in key locations made a very low sound when they exploded, so light that they immediately blended into the night wind.

The track was still intact; however, the traction system all over the track was suddenly distorted, exploding into flashes of sparks.

The frightened freight train was like a huge beast that crashed into a few people from the depths of the night wind. It twisted and swayed left and right, and finally came to a sudden stop with a sharp and harsh friction sound. It stopped - several sections of the car body were half hanging outside the track; the sound of heavy steel hitting, deforming, and scraping still penetrated the night in waves.

As soon as Inumaruji moved, the other five people immediately followed him like a shadow.

When they melted the door and broke into the train, the people inside did not even realize why the train stopped suddenly, nor did they expect that a group of strangers armed with heavy weapons would suddenly break in - in Under the dazzling gunfire like meteors, 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 still feel that this scene of human blood exploding like fireworks is too exaggerated, just like a movie.

Inmaruji strode across the pool of blood, and the slippery "slapping" sound of the soles of his shoes made him feel that his legs were already splattered with blood.

He approached the closed carriage door, paused and listened.

Except for the driver who was controlled by Juan at the moment, the first two carriages were occupied by people. Naturally, the people escorting this batch of goods 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 as quiet as death behind the door.

There must be an ambush behind the door.

Inmaru Tsuji thought for a moment, then threw the gun in his hand towards the carriage window with a brief flash of fire, and then kicked the broken window frame glass.

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

"I got it, Brother Yuan."

After giving a whistle to the cover members on the rooftop in the distance, Inmaruji nimbly rolled out of the window and was enveloped in the night wind again.

Below me, there is a night sky more than ten stories high; most of the buildings are dark, with only the distant orange street lights and the occasional passing car taillights... The normal world is still sleeping in confusion. With.

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

There were no lights on in this carriage, and it was plunged into darkness.

Inmaru Tsuji did not step lightly, and his boots hit the roof of the car heavily, making a thumping sound - he leaned down and listened, but he did not catch a trace of the restlessness and rustling coming from inside the second carriage. .

Even if it was an ambush, if you heard the noise coming from above now, you should change your position and rearrange your defenses... 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, suppliers have always spared no effort in manpower and strictly guarded them.

Now that I think about it, it seems that since the train suddenly stopped, the only people they saw were the four or five people who had not had time to react.

"How is the situation?" Juan's voice came from the earphones. "Can we attack by force now?"

"Give me one more minute." Tsugumi Inmaru hooked one foot on the handle of the opening and closing plate on the top of the carriage, and half of his body leaned out of the carriage; almost as if he was hanging in the night wind, in his hand The Scorpion submachine gun spit out bright gunfire at the carriage window - in the dark window, the glass and window frame shattered; what came out was only the dark and quiet wind.

Why don't you even dodge or fight back?

"Something's not quite right."

Inmaruji whispered into the earphone: "I'm afraid we have to be prepared to push the entire second car off the track."

"Stop joking," Juan shouted immediately, "Do you know how much noise that will cause? It broke the tracks and pavement below, and half of the city's police (not shown in parentheses) and special operations personnel All the members are trying to find trouble behind our butts (don’t look at the brackets)! You are small, go to the window and take a look!"

Inmaruji said nothing. He thought for a while, tied a roll of suspension rope to the handle of the roof, grabbed it and lowered it little by little from the carriage wall; when passing by the window he broke, he supported the carriage wall with one foot and carefully He glanced at the window.

When Inmaruji recalled that moment later, he could not remember how long he had been staring into the darkness and how he had made the decision - he only remembered that he was suddenly agitated. I trembled, as if I was living in a life. Suddenly I opened my eyes, and then I realized that it was a long dream.

After he threw it hard, the hand-thrown explosive bomb sank straight into the darkness.

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

When the wall of the carriage on the other side was broken by the flames and air waves like a furious dragon, and the steel fragments and the dazzling fire light tore up the night together, the air flow that came back and the swaying carriage almost knocked Inmaru away Si was also thrown into the night sky.

"What's going on?" Juan asked in the earphone, "What's going on?"

Inmaru Tsuji had no time to respond; he finally climbed back onto the roof of the car and ran quickly to the first car, shouting loudly: "Xiaolong, break the door!"

"Is there something inside--" The second half of Juan's words, after Inmaruji jumped onto the first carriage, were completely drowned out by the gunfire and explosions coming from inside the carriage; even though Inmaruji His movements were so fast that he was still shaken so much that he almost fell off the carriage.

When he rushed back into the first carriage, the doors connecting the two carriages had all turned into twisted and blackened pieces; the second carriage could no longer be called a carriage - he threw it The hand grenade that was released swallowed up half of the carriage, and the air waves swept away the fragments. Now only half of the crooked ruins of the carriage with lingering smoke were left, allowing the night to pour in gently.

Fortunately, Inmaru Tsugumi's direction was accurate and the power of the hand grenade was precisely controlled, so the track was not blown up as well. Even so, the complexions of Xiaolong and others were already paler than the moon.

Heavy crashes and distant screams came up from the night dozens of meters below.

"You are so chaotic, don't you have a filter in your brain?" When Juan rushed in with a few people, his face was almost crooked with anger. "If there is an ambush, just kill him. Now half of the carriage is like this. I don't know if the train can be towed away in a while. What did you see? Is there anyone else on the car?"

"No more," Inmaru Tsugumi gasped.

"Go and ask them to restore the traction system," Juan ordered over his shoulder. Seeing his subordinate leaving in a hurry, he looked hesitantly at the car in front of him. He seemed to be afraid that he would lose his footing and fall out of the half-ruined carriage, so he stopped when he reached the broken point and scanned the third carriage with his flashlight - this freight train seemed to have been bitten by a ferocious beast in the middle. It seemed like a big gulp down the road, but when I stood in the first carriage, I could already clearly see the third carriage.

Huan's face finally became lighter.

"Yes, although the movement was a bit louder, we have finally taken down this car. Do you know how valuable this batch of goods is?" He patted Inmaruji's shoulder hard, obviously out of joy. , and talked to him a few more words: "This time the team has a supplier, which means it has a lot of business... The gun supply chains of several nearby states are all in hand! It's going very smoothly. Ah, isn’t it? Usually those people are very arrogant, but when something happens, they don’t even show their faces, and everything is over..."

Inmaruji looked back.

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

The brandy is almost done.

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

Huan glanced at him and frowned slightly.

When Inmaruji lowered his left hand, he also raised his right hand. He didn't even look at Juan, he was still parked in the second carriage; the bullet suddenly ejected from the Scorpion submachine gun~IndoMTL.com~ penetrated deeply into Juan's body. In the flickering light of the fire, he was beaten and fell backwards. Without even making a sound, he fell straight into the night from the break.

In the first carriage behind them, there were half-sounds of angry shouts and exclamations; then, they were drowned by the sound of gunfire.

Xiaolong and a few others, holding the borrowed cigarettes in their mouths, used the Uzi guns in their hands to paint another layer of blood paint on the car.

"Go and deal with those people on the rooftop," Inmaruji turned around and ordered.

What good will it do him if he eats the supplier in the group? The arms supply chain has to change hands anyway, so why not change it into his hands... As for what happened tonight, there will always be an answer in the future.

Inmaru Tsuji walked into the ruins-like carriage. He walked among the broken and twisted steel, making it creak and groan (don’t look at the brackets) when he stepped on it; after opening the third carriage, the iron boxes neatly stacked on the fixed frame were revealed. In front of him.

After cutting the opening and closing buckle of the first box with a fuse gun, Inmaruji gently pulled it.

The weapon box is empty.