Those for guns, ammunition, barrels, hand-held personal weapons... The four or five weapon boxes that Inmaru Tsugumi opened in a hurry were all empty, with only the weapon fixing brackets, like bones without flesh and blood.
Same, looking back at him naked.
There probably wasn't even a bullet loaded on this train.
When the word "trap" flashed through Inmaruji's mind, he happened to hear it: from another track above his head, there was a faint, rumbling sound - another car was coming.
train.
As if to confirm his suspicion, the sound of the train gradually dropped in a few seconds until it disappeared.
The train was parked quietly on the tracks above him.
"Xiaolong!"
In an instant, Inumaruji understood, and rushed back in a few steps. His footsteps made half of the carriage creak. From the crumbling carriage, he shouted loudly: "Back off, leave the rooftop!"
On the roof of the building about ten meters away, the only people standing at this time were the people from Inmaruji. Some people still had cigarette butts in their mouths, and some were looking around with guns; there were five or six bodies collapsed on the ground.
The motionless corpses were those of people who had been sitting and drinking with them not long ago, now covered in pools of blood by the night.
As soon as Xiaolong raised his head in response, his eyes were fixed on the night sky above Yuan Maruji, and the cigarette butt fell from his mouth.
Before the cigarette butt fell to the ground, he rushed to the side and shouted loudly: "Water Tower! Everyone hide in the water tower -"
A burst of dense and dazzling gunfire poured down from the track above the head in an instant, shattering the shaky night; the broken bricks and stones were shot into the air by the bullets, and the dead bodies threw up their arms and legs, as if they were lying on the ground and dancing.
.
The rooftop of the top floor was illuminated so brightly by bullets, as if heaven had opened a door and let out light.
Inmaruji returned to the carriage filled with empty weapon boxes, used the carriage door as a cover, and pointed his gun at the train on the track above.
The shooting distance of the Scorpion submachine gun was enough to engulf the night sky between the two tracks; the continuous bullets and fire were all directed at the people and guns sticking out of the train, causing sparks to scatter on the carriage, flickering and jumping into the air.
into the night sky.
Inmaruji's eyesight was extremely accurate. In an instant, he heard a muffled scream and the sound of human bodies stumbling from the train above. The gunfire that had just poured down on the rooftop was finally interrupted.
He quickly scanned the rooftop, but didn't see any shadows that took the opportunity to escape back into the building.
Inmaruji gritted his teeth. His cover was too late, no one was still alive; even if they were still alive, they probably wouldn't be able to stand up... And the people in the train above also knew that there were still people in this train.
The other party is from an arms dealer... I wonder how many seconds will it take before the explosive bomb hits the car at his feet?
The current situation is really unexpectedly bad.
He was trapped in a rickety train in the sky, on a track that could be blown off at any time. There was only one movable bridge on the way back to the ground. At the end of the movable bridge, he still had to cross two more
Thirty meters of empty rooftop before he could reach the first bunker, the rooftop water tower - nearly forty meters along the way, he would be exposed to countless gunfire without any cover.
He couldn't stay any longer, but he had nowhere to go.
Inmaruji gasped, lowered his head and looked at the dim night below for a few times, and smiled softly.
It was as if his entire life was metaphorized and encompassed by this night and this moment.
His back was always pressed against the wall, and there was only a cliff in front of him; in order to find a way out of nothingness, he had to jump off again - this time, literally.
In one train, a man who had been shot and fell to the ground was dragged away, leaving a trail of blood on the floor, and a hand-thrown explosive bomb was passed from one hand to the other; in another train,
Inmaruji took a deep breath.
He looked in the right direction and jumped into the night sky outside the orbit.
His black hair was blown away by the black wind, and the train behind him once again lit up the sky with flames.
Amidst the airflow, debris, and weightlessness, Inmaruji seemed to have his body temperature and blood drained out in an instant, turning into a blank body. The blankness and brightness of that moment lasted for an extremely long time, until he grabbed hold of the body while falling rapidly.
The billboard protruding from the building swayed in mid-air, and when it finally stopped falling, blood, hearing and emotions returned to his body again.
The words "Dark & Wet" on the billboard, shrouded in silver-gray light, dimly lit up at night - were the name of the club.
The people above would not immediately notice that he had jumped out of the car; the billboard was half a person long, which was enough for Inmaruji, who was as tall as a boy. He struggled to move closer to the building from the billboard.
, looked up, stretched out his arms, and finally grabbed the edge of a window.
Just when he finally managed to hold on to the window edge and put half of his body up, he heard a distant voice in the air: "There's someone down there!"
Inmaruji cursed in a low voice, and quickly raised his hand to shatter the window glass with a shot; among the scattered glass shards, he hurriedly rolled into the window - just when he was about to land, a sound was heard in the sky
Gunshot.
In the rectangular window frame with orange and silver-gray lights floating on it, a bunch of blood spots suddenly exploded.
Inmaruji endured the pain, hissing and fell into the broken glass on the ground, and the suppressed moan deepened in his throat again. He reluctantly climbed up, held on to the wall, and dragged his leg that was scratched by the bullet,
Walk forward slowly in this dim corridor.
Although he finally escaped from the shooting range of the sky train, his whereabouts were also exposed. It was only a matter of time before the group of people rushed into the club to search for him; he was dragging his injured leg and a pool of blood.
How far?
Inumaruji took off his shirt and tied the injured leg hard, finally stopping the bleeding temporarily. He groped forward step by step, listening to his own dragging footsteps and breathing, which dispersed in waves in the dark air.
open.
Judging from the blurry outline of the scene, this should be the other side of the club; there were no customers in the club tonight, and after their group left, I am afraid it has closed. Even if there are still people, they heard the gunshots on the rooftop.
After the explosion, it probably won't stay...
Halfway through his thoughts, he stopped along with Inmaruji's footsteps.
A closed door in front of him and a ray of orange light under the door confirmed that he had guessed wrong.
He could only see the sign "Powdering Room" clearly when he squinted his eyes. It was quiet behind the door, with only the occasional rustling of footsteps and a woman's low humming.
Inumaruji stretched out his hand to hold the door handle, turned it slightly, and pushed the door open.
The female singer was sitting in front of a dressing table, looking down at her mobile phone; the mirror reflected her half-downcast face, her brows and eyes illuminated by the light from the mobile phone screen.
When she suddenly looked up, she seemed startled by the sudden appearance of a figure in the mirror. As soon as she jumped up from the chair, before she could turn around, she was stopped by the muzzle of the gun in the mirror.
"Someone is looking for me," When Inmaruji spoke, his voice was hoarse and low, as if he was just exhaling. "Hide me."
"I know," the female singer was still wearing the golden fringed skirt from the performance just now, and she didn't even take off her long gloves. She raised her hands in surrender and said in a low voice: "You... you come in, and I'll close the door. .”
Probably because gangsters often frequented this club, at least she didn't completely lose her bearings.
Inmaruji still didn't dare to rest assured, and pointed the gun low at her, turning slightly in half a circle with her pace. "Why are you still here?"
"I will be alone when I go back..."
In fact, Inumaruji didn't care what she said. When the female singer closed the door, Inimaruji also fell into her dressing chair, and blood and ash immediately stained the chair covered with white feathers.
"Didn't you hear the sound from the rooftop?"
"What's the sound?" She locked the door and said, "The soundproofing of this club is very good... I've been here and haven't heard anything."
This was fortunate among his misfortunes.
"I'm afraid someone will come in and search for me in a while." Inumaruji whispered, feeling tired, disappointed, and weak, all coming up in waves, like waves trying to encroach on the beach. "As long as you can help me avoid them, I promise I won't hurt you."
"I understand." The female singer said, "I know what to do. There is a fire escape behind the club, which is usually used by employees. I will take you down that way."
Fortunately, she has more ideas than she seems.
As long as he can control that woman, he should be safe for the time being. Thinking of this, Inmaruji suddenly couldn't help but bend down and lowered the muzzle of his gun.
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 sounds gently scratched his ears. Inumaru Tsuzuki lifted He raised his eyes and glanced in the mirror, only to see the female singer unzip the zipper and the golden fringed skirt suddenly slide down from her back - she was wearing nothing underneath.
Inmaruji immediately turned his eyes away and stared at the slightly blackened old carpet in the dressing room.
The scene just now kept beating in my 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 that he doesn't look like a young boy... It's because of something else, but he can't say it for a moment.
When Inmaruji frowned, trying to grasp the vague feeling, the dressing room became quiet again. Led by the silence, he looked up again; the female singer was holding her back at this time. Facing him, her body was wrapped in a nightgown-like long skirt. The long skirt covered the thing that made him feel slightly strange just now.
What is she still doing so slowly?
Inumaruji turned his head and saw clearly: at this critical moment, the woman was actually removing her makeup - she was holding a small white cotton cloth in her hand, wiping off the foundation and lipstick on her face.
"Don't waste my time," he turned around and whispered, "Now..."
Halfway through his words, his voice lowered and stopped unconsciously.
The originally fair, smooth and ordinary face, like a snake shedding its skin, gradually lost its featureless appearance.
The fair complexion and light pink lipstick melted away, revealing the face underneath - a face with almost shockingly sharp bones, and dark red lips that seemed to be dripping with blood; the light green dark circles under the eyes became deeper and deeper, magnifying the pair of eyes. Her eyes made her look almost non-human, with a sharp and disturbing dark beauty.
He vaguely remembered the name of the club, "Dark & Wet".
The woman's eyes met his in the mirror. She turned around and became a completely different person from a few minutes ago.
She gently took two steps closer, and the skin on her legs flashed and disappeared from the opening and closing of the long skirt, and the silk skirt material made a soft sound. From the deep neckline, he saw half of a tattoo.
"I can't go out like I just did, can I?" She said as if to explain, gently raising a hand. The sleeves as wide as a nightgown slid down from her wrist, and the muzzle of a gun was pressed against her wrist. On the back of Inumaruji's head.
The woman bent down, and a scent like blood rushed up to her. She whispered in Yuan Maruji's ear: "Otherwise, if my subordinates saw it, how could they dare to recognize me."
Inumaruji stared at the woman in the mirror, unable to say anything or move for a moment.
"Look...the batch of goods you want to rob belongs to me."
Don't look at me asking for leave to plan the outline, but I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. The outline is enough for 2 and a half chapters. Now I have finished writing 2 chapters. I just can't make ends meet. I don't know if I will come back after all the money is gone. What do you think? What to do...
