With a "dang" sound, the empty wine glass was knocked back to the table, and the water stains and the golden-red remaining 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, pressing against his gums. He took a breath and asked: "It's nice here, isn't it?"
Yuan Maruji said nothing.
"It's pretty good. Business should be pretty good in normal times." Several people around the man nodded in agreement, "I wonder 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. "I don't have time this time, so I'll call that woman over next time."
Everyone laughed in agreement again; some turned to look, some were adjusting the holsters on their waists, some were expressionless... everyone was showing calmness in their own way.
Caught in the dim and ambiguous light, apart from them, there was only one female singer. Accompanied by the pianist, she sang soft and boneless songs one after another in front of the empty club. Her level was only
generally.
Maybe they didn't know that the club was forcibly "borrowed" tonight, and they thought that their group were important guests who had booked the venue.
"Why, do you also like that type of woman?"
As if he noticed Yuan Maruji's gaze, Juan leaned over and blew out a breath of alcohol.
Inumaruji shook his head.
She was a pretty ordinary beauty, fair and supple, and could forget her appearance as soon as she turned around. For a man who needed to rely on weak women to establish himself, she was ideal.
"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 work? You're not an artist -"
Inmaruji suddenly picked up the wine glass and poured a whole glass of brandy on his hair, almost as if he were waxing wax. Amidst the strong and overpowering smell of alcohol that suddenly appeared, he closed his eyes and stretched out his fingers.
It went into the wet hair and was pulled to the back of the head.
The wine with the scent of bitter orange flowed down his face. Inumaruji wiped his face and smiled for the first time. His long, wet eyelashes shone slightly under the dim light.
"better?"
Juan stopped talking in the middle of his words and couldn't continue. He stared at Inmaruji for a few seconds, then tapped his temple to a man next to him: "I told you, this kid's mind is a little crazy.
When you start using your hands, you are quite ruthless."
The man nodded and looked at Inmaruji secretly from under his eyes.
The fabric and skin of his clothes were gradually wetted by the brandy; Inumaruji showed no reaction to Juan's words and slowly combed a few strands of hair behind his head with his hands.
Juan lowered his head and looked 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 came from the dim
The singing sounded through the cracks, causing the air to suddenly become tight and thin.
"Okay, no need to sing, wait until I come to you!" Huan Lin 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 opening the door from a flight of stairs, everyone was already standing on the concrete rooftop. The weather forecast said that it would be cloudy and rainy in the next few days; tonight, the wind had already started
When it arrived, it fluttered into the air in a long way, making everyone's clothes rustle.
Several layers of suspended train tracks are elevated in the night sky above, circling and criss-crossing, 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.
.
Juan 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. City lights and busy traffic dyed its belly with a light and undulating light and shadow; in the middle of the night, few trains were still moving quietly.
Passed 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: linear explosives, fuse guns, cover gunners, commandos... and across the night sky, connecting the tracks
Movable bridge with rooftop.
As the leader of the first wave, Inmaru Tsugumi was leading five other people to stand guard on 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
After retreating, he still shouted: "For our team! We must succeed tonight!"
The Scorpion submachine pistol at his waist was pressed hard into his ribs, becoming the only reality that Inmaruji could feel at this moment.
"Coming!" Juan shouted.
When a long freight train approached on the distant track, Inmaruji glanced at the people around him and saw that their faces were tense and pale, and he couldn't help but smile. Tonight's scene was 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 looked like a gigantic beast ramming straight into a few people from the depths of the night wind, twisting and turning, swaying left and right, and finally came to a sudden stop with a sharp and harsh friction sound -
—A few sections of the car body were half hanging outside the track; the sound of heavy steel hitting, deforming, and scraping still penetrated the night.
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 didn't even realize why the train stopped suddenly, nor did they expect that a group of strangers armed with heavy weapons would suddenly break in - and they were shining like a meteor.
Under 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 still feel that this scene of human blood exploding like fireworks is too exaggerated, just like a movie.
Inmaruji strode through the pool of blood, and the slippery "slapping" sound of the soles of his shoes made him feel that his legs were already spattered 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 all 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 carriage.
So the focus should be on the second verse... 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 with his kick.
"I'm going out to take a look," he ordered without looking back, "Xiaolong, hold the door."
"I got it, Brother Yuan."
After blowing a whistle at the cover members on the rooftop in the distance, Inmaruji nimbly rolled out of the window and was enveloped in the night breeze 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.
He was thin and narrow, but his limbs were flexible. 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.
Inmaruji 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 is an ambush, if you hear the noise coming from above now, you should change your position and re-arrange your defense... It is so quiet, as if there is no one in the second carriage. But that is impossible; such high-value goods as tonight,
Suppliers have always spared no effort in manpower and maintained strict security.
Thinking about it now, 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.
"What's 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 panel 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, the scorpion in his hand
The submachine gun spit out bright gunfire at the carriage window - in the dark window, the glass and window frame shattered; but what came out was only the dark and quiet wind.
Why don't you even dodge or fight back?
"Something's not 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 would cause? It would break the tracks and pavement below, and half the city's police (not shown in brackets) and special operations agents would
Those who are trying to find trouble behind our backs! You are small, go to the window and take a look!"
Inmaruji didn't make a sound. He thought for a while, tied a coil of suspension rope to the handle of the roof, grabbed it and lowered it little by little from the wall of the carriage; when passing by the window he broke, he said with a
He put his feet on the wall of the carriage and cautiously glanced through the window.
When Inmaru Tsugumi recalled that moment later, he could not remember how long he had stared at the darkness and how he had made the decision - he only remembered the trembling he felt after being agitated.
It was as if I was living in a life, and suddenly I opened my eyes, and realized that it had been 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 flames and air waves like angry dragons, and the steel fragments and the dazzling flames tore up the night together, the air flow that came back and the swaying carriage almost threw Inmaruji away
Into the night sky.
"What's going on?" Juan asked in the earphone, "What's going on?"
Inumaruji didn't have time to respond; he finally climbed onto the roof 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 Inmaruji jumped onto the first carriage, were completely drowned out by the gunfire and explosions coming from inside the carriage; even though Inmaruji was very fast,
He was still so shaken that he almost fell off the carriage.
When he threw himself back into the first carriage, all the doors connecting the two carriages had turned into twisted and blackened pieces; the second carriage could no longer be called a carriage - the one he threw
A hand-thrown bomb devoured half of the carriage, and the air waves swept away the fragments. Now only half of the crooked carriage remains, with the smoke lingering in the ruins, allowing the night to pour in gently.
Fortunately, Inmaruji's direction was accurate and the power of the hand grenade was precisely controlled, so the track was not blown up. Even so, the faces of Xiaolong and others were already whiter than the moon.
Already.
Heavy crashing sounds and distant screams came up from the night dozens of meters below.
"You are in chaos, don't you have a filter in your brain?" When Juan rushed in with a few people, his face was almost distorted with anger. "If there is an ambush, just kill him. Now half of the carriage is like this, and it's still...
I wonder if the train can be towed in a while. What did you see? Is there anyone else on the train?"
"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 carriage in front of him. He seemed to be afraid that he might lose his footing and fall out of the ruins.
The carriage fell, so he stopped when he reached the break, and scanned the third carriage with his flashlight - this freight train seemed to have been bitten by a beast in the middle. Standing in the first carriage,
But we can already clearly see the third quarter.
Juan'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 Inimaruji's shoulder hard, obviously out of joy, and followed him more.
He said a few 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 its hands! It's going very smoothly, yes.
No? Those people are usually very arrogant, but if something happens to them, they won’t even show their faces, and they’ll be completely ruined..."
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. The lighter clicked, and a fire lit up in the darkness. It was night.
The 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.
Juan glanced at him and frowned slightly.
When Inmaru Tsuji lowered his left hand, he also raised his right hand. He didn't even look at Juan, and still stopped in the second car; the bullet suddenly ejected from the Scorpion submachine gun 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 out by the sound of gunfire.
Xiaolong and a few others, holding the cigarettes they had just borrowed 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 does it do him if the team takes over the supplier? 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.
Tsugumi Inmaru walked into the ruined carriage. He walked among the broken and twisted steel, which made it creak and groan (don’t read in parentheses). After opening the third carriage, one by one
The iron boxes neatly stacked on the fixed rack were displayed 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.
This chapter was really difficult to write. It took me almost two days to write it... I understand that it might seem a little strange to suddenly insert a chapter of strangers, but I wanted to do it for the sake of 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 this...it’s so embarrassing