Raymond remembered that when he was in elementary school, he always entered the classroom on time, never a minute early or a minute late, because there was often a very strange phenomenon in places like schools.
That is, if you are late too much, you will definitely be punished by the teacher. When you work hard the next day, get up out of bed at five o'clock in the morning, pack yourself up, run to school, and sit in the classroom early, you will find that you will also be lectured by the teacher.
Neither too early nor too late is a good thing. Raymond didn't understand it very well when he was a child, but when he grew up, B007 took this sentence seriously. It's really not a good thing to come too early. According to his original doubts and questions,
When the teacher asked why, the teacher’s answer was just one sentence: It’s not safe to come too early, as you might bump into a ghost.
He did hit a ghost today.
In the aftermath of the explosion in the bathroom, Raymond dragged his bloody left hand and ran desperately to the ground floor of the hall. Before leaving, he took a maintenance man's coat that was left on the sink and used it with tactics.
The dagger cut off the sleeve and stuck it on the upper arm, at the junction of 1/3 of the wound. Now that resources are limited, I can only apply superficial pressure to stop the bleeding.
Then again, it's really unlucky... There was no problem at all for most of the entire delivery mission, so why did something go wrong as soon as we got to the handover stall?
Thinking of the scene in the bathroom before, Raymond was a little frightened. If he hadn't used the light in the bathroom to see the killer who attacked him on the floor holding something that looked like a firearm in his hand, he wouldn't have even thought about it.
He jumped onto the water tank and pushed on the wall with his hands and feet while supporting the partition door.
Even with this excellent sense of crisis, he could not dodge the first dozen bullets. Fortunately, the special body armor issued by the equipment department was strong enough to block the warheads. It was easy to talk and talk to avoid the fiercest waves of firepower - these killer criminals.
Due to the error of inertia of thinking, I did not raise the muzzle of the gun upward. Even if I raised it just a little, Raymond would be beaten into a sieve.
But the pain was really his grandma’s pain. It was no different from the feeling of being shot. That T-shirt was indeed full of toughness and strength. There were four generations of body tissue in the material. It was really not just a lie. This thing was in
The Italian Safe Harbor received the documents in the Baleno paper bag together. It was said to be equipment specially approved by the Minister of Execution. He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but now it really saved his life at a critical moment.
This time when I go back alive, I must apply to keep this T-shirt, repair it and make it into underwear for my wife. Maybe there will be some material left over to make a pair of underwear for myself!
Raymond, who liked to distract himself from the pain with random thoughts when he was injured, nodded like a big rat on the platform on the second floor of the train station. Suddenly, he touched the ground with one hand and a sliding shovel stopped him.
Before he could stand in front of the escalator that was put into use, a loud gunshot suddenly rang out from below. He quickly lay down on the ground and felt the air trajectory passing by on his scalp... He was almost hit by a bullet.
Head.
Looking down, Guigui saw four or five men wearing work clothes from various positions running up the escalator holding pistols. The murderous intent directed at him was almost overflowing.
"You really killed the Intelligence Department!" Raymond cursed secretly, how could the secret mission of the Execution Department be exposed to this extent!? It seems that this battle was known long in advance and the location of their mission handover was ready.
Ambush!
What made him even more palpitated was the time. He took the time to look at his black watch. It was now 1:24 in the afternoon, and there were still six minutes before the street... This group of people actually chose to wait before the handover ceremony.
Did he know that the person he was handing over was an 'S'-level ruthless character that they couldn't afford to offend? If we follow this line of thinking further, could it be that the train he took arrived at the station ten minutes early was also arranged? But
If so, why didn't they just choose to do it on the train?
Too much confusion and questions came to Raymond's mind. As expected of an intelligence worker, his brain was spinning very fast. In just a few seconds, he could deduce countless possibilities that were close to the truth from the current situation. But at this time, how could he
It's useless to speculate that Conan is possessed, because he has to survive to have a chance to verify his ideas.
"We blocked him on the second floor platform of area B. The things are still in his hand. Clamp him from the C and A ports above. Don't let him escape!" The man rushing behind at the end was holding a walkie-talkie.
Growling.
Upon seeing this, Raymond immediately took off the black watch, took one last look at the time, pressed the time adjustment button on the side for five seconds, threw it under the elevator, and then lay down on the spot holding his head.
The few men climbing up the elevator were startled by what Raymond dropped at first. They almost jumped over the guardrail and jumped out of the elevator. But after the black watch landed, they saw clearly that this thing was not a grenade at all.
He felt that he had been bluffed, cursed hard, and then rushed up again.
The black watch exploded, emitting a bright flash. A normal bomb explosion would definitely not have such cool special effects, but this thing is produced by the equipment department and can always perform tricks you can't think of.
Raymond, who was lying on the escalator, wanted to get up immediately after the explosion, but found that his legs had lost feeling and were paralyzed. This shocked him. But he gradually recovered after a few seconds.
It took him a lot of consciousness to realize that the explosion just now actually spread an electrostatic field. Fortunately, he did not have a heart disease and did not need a cardiac implantable electronic machine, otherwise the explosion just now was enough to kill him.
The unlucky ones on the escalator were naturally cleared away, and the entire escalator was blown apart. The power of the explosion was stronger than imagined. There were still unlucky people twitching all over the hall on the floor. It was expected that they would not survive for long. Raymond
I stood up and stamped my numb feet. I endured the numbness that felt like a lack of blood supply after sitting for a long time and rushed down the elevator.
A series of gunshots rang out in the distance. Raymond on the elevator lay on his side and hid behind the guardrail glass. A barrage swept past him, leaving regular holes in the guardrail glass.
Through the hole, he could see that two groups of people were already on the circular platforms on both sides of the second floor. They were wearing masks and overalls and holding pure military automatic rifles in their hands.
"Fuck!" Raymond climbed down the elevator on hands and knees, and the guardrail glass beside him exploded. When he climbed to the break, he jumped down and fell to the ground, grinning like a pig and arching toward the center of the hall.
...That's his only way out of here.
The pursuers on the second floor were stunned when they saw Raymond rushing towards the center of the hall... They didn't expect this guy to be so stupid. The waiting hall of the South Railway Station was so wide that there was no cover, except for a row under the oval dome.
There was no obstruction outside the row of seats. Raymond had to run at least 100 meters from the train station exit. Was this 100 meters used as a training target for them?
"That's stupid." The cadre-level captain who was chasing soldiers on the second floor snorted coldly. He put down the micro-charge in his hand and waved to summon a Type 97 assault rifle and placed it on the steel guardrail on the second floor. The red dot in the scope
Soon he caught up with Raymond, who was running forward desperately. Just when he held his breath and was about to pull the trigger, the white light exploded.
Yanling·blazing sun.
Doesn't Raymond know that the 100 meters in the waiting hall is open and there is no cover? Of course he knows that this open space is what he wants, and what he wants is for everyone to focus on him, otherwise how could he drive a car?
What about big waves?
The blazing sun that burst out at full power dissipated nearly 7,000 lumens of light in an instant. The maximum lumens that the human eye can withstand is about 2,000 lumens. A strong flashlight of about 5,000 to 6,000 lumens can blind an unsuspecting person for half a minute. Now Raymond
The released 'blazing sun' is more than three times the limit of human endurance, and can almost destroy the retina of anyone who stares at it within seconds.
But no one was really that stupid to stare at Raymond in the center of the light. Almost at the moment when the blazing sun broke out, everyone on the second floor platform screamed and turned their heads away, and there was a huge waiting hall.
It was like a sun rising that was about to explode. The light filled every corner. Even if you closed your eyes, your eyes would be stung through your eyelids.
If it is just thousands of lumens of light, a flashlight can also do it. The real difficulty has always been how to last longer without getting too hot and causing the device to burn out - Raymond is not a flashlight, so there is no possibility of it being burned, but he
Will lose strength. Although the word spirit of Blazing Sun is invincible in close combat, it consumes a lot of physical strength. Even he can only maintain Blazing Sun for half a minute. This endurance is considered to be very good among hybrids. Raymond Brand
Who knows who uses a strong flashlight... at least that's what his wife always praises him for!
The enemies on the second floor platform can't even aim, let alone kill Raymond? Raymond can run 100 meters away in less than seven seconds. The potential that hybrids can unleash in desperate situations is completely beyond the reach of humans.
As you can imagine, even aiming in this situation is impossible, let alone killing Raymond?
"Focus on shooting in the direction of the door! Don't let him escape!" However, there is always a shortage of smart people in this world. Since we can't target Raymond, we should block his only way. I don't know who shouted on the second floor.
After a sound, like firecrackers at twelve o'clock on New Year's Eve, the sound of explosions instantly filled the entire South Railway Station, and a barrage exploded on the ground at the exit of the train station. The ground looked like it was raining.
Countless gray dust petals were splashed on the ground.
Raymond almost rushed into the barrage-blocked area. Fortunately, he suddenly braked and rolled to the ground. He gasped and glanced at the direction of the shooting on the second floor... You
Damn it, do you need such a high IQ to be a villain these days?
The firing lasted for half a minute, and they fired in echelons in turn, locking the exit area to prevent anyone from approaching. After half a minute, the fire was helplessly lifted, and the group of people on the second floor whose eyesight was gradually recovering took a while to wait.
Looking down over the guardrail, I saw an empty hall.
Everyone looked unhappy. The leader, who was also a very quick-witted man before, coldly glanced at the pools of blood left on the floor of the hall and whispered, "He is blocked in the hall. Go find him."
He... Follow the blood stains. He is seriously injured. As long as he moves quickly, he will leave blood stains. He cannot run too far!"
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Footsteps and trivial voices sounded in the hall, and the search had begun. Although the waiting hall of the South Railway Station was huge, there were not many places for ordinary people. No matter where Raymond was hiding, a blanket search could be done within a few minutes.
Find his traces.
In the convenience store in the right corner of the hall, Raymond was sitting behind a shelf, biting two chocolate bars in his mouth, and with a pale face, he used a temporary waterproof tape to wrap around the wound to see if he was infected. Besides, the top priority now was
The bleeding had to be stopped, as he had no feeling at all in his left hand.
"There are still three minutes." Raymond counted the time in his mind. After throwing out the black watch, he was counting the time silently. There are still three minutes left before handing over the documents. After three minutes, if there is no accident, there will be someone at the door of the South Railway Station.
An 18 or 9-year-old boy with black short hair walked in, wearing a trench coat from the Executive Department, carrying a long Japanese sword, and his golden eyes were brighter than a fucking gaslight...Sorry Raymond
He has never seen the legendary 'S' class. The above are all based on his own imagination. His only impression of the 'S' class is that it is "handsome and classy". This is the 'S' class recognized by the Night Watch forum.
feature.
As long as he drags the 'S' class people, the group of killers outside are just pigs on the chopping block. No matter how many dried pigs come, they can only be bled and kept for the New Year. He only needs to drag them hard, and Baleno's paper bag is still protected by him
In his arms, even if he loses his life, he can't throw this thing away! If he is really unlucky and dies here early, he has to leave the things that the execution department wants to the 'S'-level clues.
"Hey..." Suddenly, a woman's subtle voice sounded from the other end of the shelf in the convenience store.
Raymond drew his gun and spoke faster than the other party. As soon as the word "Hello" came out, he put down the tape that couldn't be wrapped tightly in his hand, pulled out the Beretta from his crotch and pointed it at the source of the sound.
"Don't shoot!" The woman being targeted was a woman familiar to Raymond. She wore sunglasses, black hair, and a cleaner's clothes. She was squatting by the shelf and looking at Raymond tremblingly.
"Fuck..." Raymond immediately had a headache. He could bump into an unrelated person wherever he hid. After a while, the group of people rushed in and killed or arrested the cleaning girl as if he was one of his group.
What should he do with the hostages?
"You're bleeding..." the cleaning lady said, looking at Raymond's left hand with her head shrinking.
"I also know that I'm bleeding." Raymond looked at the messy explanation and nodded silently, "Just don't cry, I'm afraid your screaming will attract people."
The footsteps outside are still far away, but the search will be here soon. There is no reason to let go of a convenience store that looks easy to hide from people and has sufficient resources.
"Do you need help? I graduated from a health school." the cleaning girl said.
"You graduated from a medical school and came to the train station to mop the floor?" Raymond was stunned for a moment.
"Do those who graduate in finance have to go to Wall Street? The competition in the industry is too serious and they can't be caught up..." the cleaning girl whispered.
"Forget it, you just hide, it's just a few circles of tape... What's that in your hand?" Raymond suddenly stretched his neck and stared at the things in the cleaning girl's hand... gauze and medical tape.
, there’s even Yunnan Baiyao powder to stop bleeding!?
"Oh no! Where did you find it?" Raymond was overjoyed for a moment. What is this called? It's said that surviving a catastrophe will bring good luck. You can find a nurse with medicine in any convenience store.
"The first aid box in the convenience store...I just saw you flipping it in..." the cleaning girl whispered, and when she saw Raymond waving, she came closer.
"Aren't you afraid that I'm a bad guy?" Raymond asked, looking at the cleaning girl who was approaching cautiously while crouching and walking like a duck.
"Bad guys shouldn't have so many guns pointed at them...and you can still shine"
"If I shine, I am not a bad person?" Raymond thought to himself, this Chinese girl has such a strange way of thinking.
"Ultraman can also shine." The cleaning girl said, "You can turn into light, so you are definitely not a bad person." She looked at the tape on Raymond's hand again, "I have to help you tear off the tape.
..”
"Tear it apart, move faster, and hide after bandaging, otherwise you may be accidentally injured." Listening to the sound of searching outside, Raymond tore open a few more chocolate bars and bit them in his mouth to replenish his spiritual energy consumption.
energy of.
The cleaning girl accepted Raymond's permission and became more skillful with her hands. With a few brushes, she peeled off the tape that was twisted and wet with blood and lost its stickiness. The pain made Raymond grit his teeth and bite the chocolate bar.
"This wound needs stitches or it won't stop the bleeding." The cleaning lady whispered as she looked at Raymond's left arm that had lost all color.
"Can you sew?" Raymond asked.
"know a little..."
"Forget it... I can't find the needle and thread here, so just apply the medicine. It can take a while..." Raymond whispered, but when he turned around, he found the cleaning girl running out from behind.
He was shocked again, "Toru, where did you get the needle and thread?"
"In the medical kit..."
"If I survive this time, I will definitely treat you to dinner! On behalf of my wife, I would like to thank you for saving her husband." Raymond was really overjoyed.
The cleaning girl also started to sew up the gunshot wound on Raymond's hand. Since it was a penetrating wound, there was no need to consider whether there was a bullet inside. While she was sewing, the Beretta in Raymond's hand was quietly placed on his knee.
He didn't put it down and stared intently at the cleaning girl cleaning his wounds.
"It's such a waste to be unable to find a job with such a good craftsmanship." As expected, he graduated from a medical school. Raymond was shocked when he saw that he sewed a hole front and back in less than twenty or thirty seconds.
"I often sew grapefruit in school..."
"Tell me if you can't find a job in the future. If I want to escape alive, I have to send you to work in the emergency department." Raymond suddenly breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the cleaning girl who had already started to treat the second wound.
This girl shouldn't be a spy or anything, otherwise there would be no need to sew her wounds. In her current state, if she yells outside, he will be shot to death. What's more, he didn't notice her just now. If she wants to sneak attack
He was already dead... Damn it, he really went out to meet a noble person. He could catch a lone healer in the death ditch and hold his hand. His life, Raymond, shouldn't be cut off!
Suturing, applying medicine, and then bandaging, the whole process was completed in one minute. The method was so fast that Raymond thought he was facing an old doctor in the suture department instead of a novice who graduated from a medical school... But at this time
He no longer had the energy to doubt these things.
"Okay..." The cleaning girl who had finished everything wiped the blood on her hands on her work clothes and whispered, "What should you do next?"
"Wait, there are still two minutes." Raymond estimated the time in his mind.
As long as the heavy bleeding in his arm stops and he can hold on for two minutes, there should be no problem. As long as the 'S' class arrives as scheduled two minutes later, his crisis will be solved.
"Why are they chasing you?" the cleaning girl asked again.
"They are bad guys and I am a good guy, so they are chasing me." Raymond didn't explain much. Hearing the footsteps outside starting to approach, he turned around and watched carefully. "Hurry up and hide. Leave your phone number here when you have time. I'll
I’ll find you to thank you in person later when I have time.”
"No, no, no, I have someone I like...and didn't you say you have a wife? Isn't that good?" the cleaning girl said shyly.
"Where are you thinking? Can't people with wives invite people to dinner?" Raymond rolled his eyes, and when he was about to say a few more words, there was a sudden noise outside... He thought
I was startled when I was discovered, but soon realized that this was not the case... the people outside seemed to have their attention attracted by something else.
His heart suddenly moved, and he quickly took a cautious look outside, and then his whole body suddenly shook, "...Here he comes!?"
"What's coming?" the cleaning girl asked in a low voice.
"Reinforcements brought in by monkeys!" Raymond's piercing eyes were fixed on the door of the South Railway Station. Behind the messy ground full of craters, the door with broken glass was pushed open from the outside, and a slender figure appeared.
The sun was shining on the ground, and she was wearing a pair of white sneakers.
"I came earlier than expected, two minutes earlier...God bless you." Raymond suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and crossed himself. For the first time, he felt that being punctual was a good virtue.
The hall immediately resounded with the roars and curses of the killers who were chasing him. Raymond poked his head in and continued to look, but after a few more glances, he realized that something was wrong... The person who walked into the South Railway Station seemed to be
Not 'S' class?
Although he didn't know what the 'S' class looked like, he was certain of one thing...that is, the 'S' class was a man, not a woman, and she was so beautiful and had such long legs!
At the entrance of the waiting hall of the South Railway Station, the sun shone in from behind, illuminating the unfamiliar woman in Raymond's eyes. She was wearing a white T-shirt and carrying a guitar case on her back. Her golden eyes scanned the figures gathered around the waiting hall.