Nagoya Station.

While a series of events were happening on the Suzuki train, everything was calm here.

The only thing that might be a little different is that there are a lot more passengers waiting at Nagoya Station today.

This group of people call themselves "railway enthusiasts" of the "Suzuki" steam train. They gathered here today to take pictures of this steam train that only departs once a year.

In addition, there are some passengers who do not take the bus, but just wander around sporadically.

However, most people at the station were quiet, so even though they attracted some attention, Neon is very tolerant of railway fans, so after understanding their purpose, no one paid any attention to them.

And during this quiet waiting, Gin's cell phone suddenly rang.

"Brother, is there any progress with Vermouth and the others?" Vodka asked quickly after hearing Gin's text message ringtone.

"It's a text message from Kiel, saying that the target has been successfully killed and asked us to retreat." Gin said, looking at the text message.

"Brother, this is good news." Vodka said with a smile, "Vermouth is quite capable. This saves us a lot of trouble. I wonder what the specific situation is?"

"That woman did a good job this time."

Gin looked at Kiel's report in the text message and said, "Shirley's escape route is to blow up the connection between the last carriage, so that she can avoid the enemies on the train.

But Vermouth seemed to have placed a bomb on it in advance, and Shirley was blown up into the sky."

“Swoosh~”

Vodka couldn't help but whistle when he heard this: "Brother, Vermouth said you were too cruel, I think she is almost the same.

I don't believe she just happened to plant the bomb in the last car; I'm afraid she might have planted it in other cars as well."

"Haha, anyway, the goal has been achieved, no matter what her original plan was." Gin sneered and said, "Tell our people to prepare to retreat."

Having said this, Gin subconsciously looked around, only to find that the cleaning staff in the station had quietly left at some point.

Not only that, as time passed, ordinary trains no longer came into the station, and the ticket inspectors around disappeared one by one.

“Something’s not right…”

"What's wrong, brother?"

Vodka was about to notify the people in the car when he suddenly heard Gin's words. He looked confused and said, "I don't feel anything is wrong."

"It's so quiet, it seems like we're the only ones around..."

Gin looked around at the crowd, and when he realized they were the only ones present, his pupils couldn't help but tremble: "Oh no, we've fallen into a trap! What a trick to kill someone with a borrowed knife!"

"Brother?"

Vodka raised his head in confusion, not knowing why Gin had such a reaction.

"We've been discovered."

Gin's face was gloomy: "The enemy's target was probably us from the beginning. The ones on the train were probably just bait!"

"Then notify us immediately..."

Before Vodka could finish his words, Gin pressed the intercom that Vodka was about to use to pass on the message. The gloomy look in his eyes made Vodka tremble: "Brother..."

"They can't leave."

Gin's face was gloomy, but his words were cruel and ruthless: "Didn't you notice that there is no outsider around except our people?

This means they had arrived a long time ago and were just evacuating the staff and waiting for ordinary passengers to leave by train.

Look at the electronic screen above your head. Two trains that were supposed to arrive are both delayed. If you don’t leave now, it will be too late.

The only one who can do this in Neon is the Metropolitan Police Department.

I'm afraid that the original intention of those guys was to report to the Metropolitan Police Department that a terrorist organization wanted to attack the station.

If they stage another act to make them discover the bomb, the Metropolitan Police Department will definitely send out anti-terrorist forces.

That's simply not something our group of soldiers can handle!"

Watching Vodka put down the walkie-talkie in his hand, Gin looked around and jumped off the platform from the corner. Vodka followed Gin off the platform and walked quickly along the railway tracks towards the distant suburbs.

There is no doubt that Gin used those gunmen as pawns to attract the enemy's attention without any hesitation.

In his opinion, the gunmen under his command were nothing more than unimportant soldiers. Such "consumables" could be recruited in new batches with just a little effort.

They have already taken the enemy's bait. Now as long as the two of them can escape successfully, it will be considered a success.

In this way, even if both sides suffer losses, the enemy will suffer more.

After all, all they lost were a group of peripheral gunmen, and it was worth it to exchange them for a core traitor!

Because there were no staff on the platform, and the two men were originally hiding in the dark to give orders, no one noticed when they escaped and jumped off the platform.

At this moment, heavy but not chaotic footsteps came from all around the station. These were the sounds of boots hitting the ground. Judging from the complicated footsteps, there must be quite a few people.

Such a movement naturally attracted the attention of the surrounding members, and a commotion came from the crowd.

"Inform everyone to shoot immediately without regard for the police, and then follow the original retreat route!"

Hearing the noise, Gin's face darkened: "Speed ​​up and get to our evacuation point."

"clear!"

After Vodka conveyed the order through the intercom, listening to the calls from the police above, he couldn't help but be thankful that his elder brother was thoughtful and had planned a covert retreat route in advance, otherwise they would probably be surrounded.

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