Chapter 226 Arrival
Chen Chuan walked slowly into the carriage and said, "It seems that you are the one responsible for the layout of the train this time?"
The man ran backwards in panic. He grabbed the handle of the rear trunk, but he didn't know whether it was locked or he didn't use enough strength in his panic, so he turned it several times but couldn't open it.
He kept hitting the door, kicking, hitting, and pulling, but there was no way to break it open. While he was still trying, a hand came over, pressed his head, and slammed it against the car door with a bang. The man's face, including the secret patterns on it, was instantly smashed to pieces, and then he slid softly to the ground with a trail of blood.
Chen Chuan glanced at the second me at this time. The strong signs of emptiness there had disappeared. Now that this little ghost had been caught and the node of this ritual was gone, the ghost story would naturally not be confined here.
He turned around and walked back to the original carriage, and at this moment, there were suddenly panicked screams outside, as well as the sounds of people vomiting and shouting, and the whole train seemed to shake.
He immediately knew that the passengers had already broken away from the esoteric ritual. This must be because Director Lei had broken the outer ritual nodes.
At this moment, Lindenberg, who had been repeating his previous words, also woke up. He looked at his current situation and couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Although facing the blood on the ground, he was very calm. He looked at Chen Chuan who was wearing a mask and asked, "Sir, am I being kidnapped?"
Chen Chuan's eyes fell, "You are safe now."
"Are you from the Dashun government?"
Although it was a question, Lindenberg's tone was very certain. He looked at Chen Chuan's clothes, nodded, reached out and groped around, found a hat on the ground and put it on. He climbed up, patted the dust off his body, and looked around. "It seems I am lucky."
He was indeed lucky, because among the three company representatives present, he was the only one who survived. However, this was not entirely due to luck. One could see that beneath the scratched skin of his forehead, dark gray bones with a nearly metallic color were exposed. That was an implanted hardened skull.
Lindenberg seemed to have discovered something at this time. He took two steps forward and unpacked a bag, revealing bundles of cylindrical objects painted red.
"Well, the 'Thunderbolt' explosives produced by Dashun are incredibly powerful. It looks like they haven't had time to install them yet."
He looked up and said, "Sir, you came just in time. If you were a little later, it would be useless even with this hard head." As he said this, he nodded his head jokingly.
Chen Chuan said: "I didn't come here specifically to save you."
Lindenberg said, "So you came here to rescue the passengers? I was a passenger too, so I have to thank you."
He took off his hat, pressed it against his chest, and bowed slightly. "Sven Lindenberg, the business representative of Boren Company, thank you for your help."
Chen Chuan nodded to him and walked out with a knife in hand. He walked through the carriage under the frightened gazes of the passengers, came to a door, tore off the iron chain wrapped around it, and walked outside.
The sky outside was a little brighter than before, and there was no more gunfire coming from the hilltops on both sides. The members of the resistance organization there should have been captured by their teammates.
At this time, he looked up at the sky and saw that the hot air balloon that was originally hanging high there was floating towards a place and looked like it was about to fall down. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
But that was Director Lei's business, and what he had to do was done.
Lindenberg followed him out of the car, carrying a suitcase in his hand. He stood a little way behind and said, "Excuse me, the smell of blood is so strong in this car."
Chen Chuan ignored him.
The passengers in the car were originally terrified and didn't dare to run around. Now that they saw that no one came to take care of them and that there seemed to be nothing to worry about after getting off the car, they all ran out of the car in a hurry, because the environment in the car was really not suitable for ordinary people to stay in.
At this time, Chen Chuan heard the sound of cars in the distance. He turned around and saw that they were armed patrol vehicles from the Police Bureau.
In order to avoid arousing the suspicion of the resistance organization, most of the patrol officers of the Police Bureau were arranged in the city in advance. However, when the telegram was sent, Guan Yuming immediately sent out a team that had been prepared. Naturally, those members of the resistance organization who went to stop them could not stop the large group of patrol officers.
When the patrol car arrived, the patrolmen were all surprised to see Chen Chuan, because the mask was really intimidating. A captain came up first and whispered, "Brother Chen?" He looked inside the train again and asked, "Is it solved?"
Chen Chuan nodded and took out his weapon license to indicate that he had no intention of taking off the mask to avoid causing trouble later.
The captain felt relieved when he saw this, saluted him, and then immediately turned around to arrange for personnel and the coroner to go into the train compartment to check.
Chen Chuan briefly explained the situation to him, and after listening, the latter immediately sent people to the mountains on both sides to check the situation. Not long after, Wei Changan, Ren Xiaotian and others also came down from the mountains on both sides and reunited with him.
They all seemed relaxed and no one was injured.
Because Ren Xiaotian had the cooperation of the combat spiders, the members of the resistance organization were captured by them before they could put up any decent resistance.
Wei Changan's situation was a little more troublesome because he had to cross a mountain road. Fortunately, there were not many people there, and they were superior to the other side in terms of personnel, guns and equipment, so it was not difficult to deal with.
Because the train could not be stuck here for long and had to be moved, and the situation at the scene was already very clear, there was no need to investigate the cause of death, so it took about three quarters of an hour to clean up all the body parts, and then check everyone's identity and ticket. Only then did the patrolmen let the passengers get back on the train.
Lindenberg then walked up to Chen Chuan, handed him a name card with both hands, and said:
"I believe I must part ways with you now. This is my personal ID card. If you would like to purchase implants from the Boren Company, please come to Central City and see me. I can help you get the best price. The Boren Company has an excellent reputation in the global market for sensory and neural implants."
He was very smart. He never asked Chen Chuan's name from beginning to end, but just handed him a name card.
Chen Chuan did not refuse and took it. He did not need this kind of thing, but if he went to the central city, he would have to deal with these companies.
Even if he doesn't need it himself, there's no guarantee that someone he knows will need it.
Seeing the passengers tremblingly returning to the bus under the patrolman's arrangement, he said to everyone: "Everyone, our commission has ended, you can go back now."
At this time, the patrolmen had already reported the situation here via the radio. After receiving it, Guan Yuming felt relieved. Although almost all the company representatives were dead, fortunately most of the passengers survived.
He immediately called the police station and reported the situation once the call was connected. He concluded by saying, "Director, we could have rescued those people before the train was stopped."
The director's voice came: "Save them before they can? For whom? We are willing to do things, but we can't do it silently. We have to let others know that we have done things, especially for certain people. We can't let them think that what we do is natural."
"Many company representatives died this time."
"They're from a foreign company, not our Dashun Company. What does it have to do with us? Did I invite them here? Without these people, Yangzhi will be more peaceful!"
Guan Yuming said in a deep voice, "These companies may put pressure on the Government Affairs Office afterwards. After all, this happened in our Yangzhi City."
The voice on the other end of the phone said meaningfully, "Lao Guan, I can't stay in this position for much longer. You need to know what the higher-ups really want." After that, he hung up the phone with a click.
While Chen Chuan was resolving the issue on the train, Director Lei had already led the Esoteric Patrol Bureau to the place where the hot air balloon sank.
It's just that the place is in the mountains. Although it looks very close, it is actually very difficult to walk to. Some steep slopes require detours, so it took nearly an hour to reach the place where the hot air balloon crashed. However, it was obvious that there was no one in the basket.
The team member took off his hat and said breathlessly, "Chief, it seems the person has escaped."
Director Lei looked at the traces around him, thought for a moment, and said, "Not necessarily."
He turned around and said to the people below, "When you get back, send a telegram and ask the police to cooperate and check every person who gets off the car and verify everyone's identity as clearly as possible."
On the other side, the restarted Changshun train finally entered the Yangzhi City Station after driving for three quarters of an hour. After the train stopped, the frightened passengers ran down from the station as if fleeing.
Among the crowd, a young man with long hair came down. He was carrying a drawing board on his back and walked towards the exit slowly. Compared with those passengers with messy steps, he looked very normal, so normal that it seemed a little out of place.
After getting out of the station, he stood in the square, looked at the dazzling sunlight, stretched out a hand to the right, and after a while, a high-end car stopped beside him.
He walked over, opened the car door, and sat in the back seat. When the door closed, the driver turned his head and asked, "Sir, is the art exhibition going well?"
The man sighed in a voice that held a hint of magnetism, "What a shame! This exhibition was rushed too quickly. There are too many flaws. It's not a successful work. I think I need to seek inspiration elsewhere."
"Sir, where are we going next?"
The man smiled and said, "Let's go to the central city here. There must be more people there eager for new colors."
"Yes, sir, please sit tight."
The man smiled, put his hand on the open car window, and then waved gently outside, as if saying goodbye to an invisible person. Then the car slowly drove out of the station square and headed towards National Avenue.
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(End of this chapter)
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