The radio sounded again.
Unlike the previous time when the announcer explained the predicament and asked everyone to sign an agreement to abandon their luggage, this time the announcer gave a speech.
Ji Congyang stayed at his post. The more he listened, the more shocked he became. He turned around and ran back to the dining car: "Idol! Old Joe!"
Qiao Yan's actions were faster than his: "Do we really have to let the passengers jump to their deaths as they said?"
Before Tan Wang could say anything, he heard the passengers next to him screaming and cursing.
"What do you mean? We have to get people off to lighten the weight? Do you think this big car is just for show? Can't you find something to throw away?!"
"Does the Railway Bureau support you for free? You didn't even think of a solution to such a big problem? You said you would give us an explanation, but this is the result you give us now?!"
"Who do you think you are and people will jump off the bus just because you say so? Have you forgotten where your salary comes from? I ride so many reclining buses and pay so much money every year, but now it's all gone to waste?!"
"Do you know who I am?!"
Someone jumped up from his seat, his voice was like a rolling bell, drowning out the noise in the entire carriage, and he shouted at the voice above his head: "I'm going to fuck your mother!!"
“…”
The broadcast was not subject to human will. Duan Wenqing stood beside the microphone and said, "It just so happened that at the beginning of the journey, we found dozens of poor people who had boarded the train without paying the fare. Now they are locked up in the staff room."
The noise suddenly quieted down at that moment.
Duan Wenqing said in a steady voice: "After consideration, we have decided that we will ask the eleven poor people to get off the bus so that we can smoothly pass the next steeper curve and ensure the safety of all passengers."
The carriage was silent for a while, and finally the passenger who shouted "Fuck you" spoke first: "That's it... gone?"
No one spoke.
After the broadcast had said what needed to be said, it just pretended to be dead.
Shi Yu suddenly stood up and pushed open the glass on the left side of the car, and opened the window as wide as possible.
There was no moonlight outside the window, it was raining heavily, and the night wind was blowing fiercely and sharply.
The rain washed the car windows, flowed over the tracks, hit the sharp edges of the stones, rolled up the shadows of the trees, wrapped up people's screams, and the muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground could be heard faintly.
"Bang——"
"Bang——"
“…”
In just over ten seconds, the series of muffled sounds ended, like heavy and hysterical wails.
I don't know if it was in response to his action or in response to the broadcast that had just been read.
Ji Congyang swallowed his saliva and stared out the window, a little dazed.
The train was going very fast, and the objects that fell just passed by the eyes of those who happened to be looking over there, and they were thrown behind before they could even catch them.
"I have sent them down as they said."
It took Qiao Yan a full five seconds to react and realize that this sentence was in response to the one he had asked before.
"It seems that they still chose the most traditional method." Shi Yu turned his head again, his eyelashes full of raindrops, "But since the staff room where the poor were imprisoned was opened, they should have also discovered the six train attendants who were locked inside."
Tan Wang's expression suddenly changed.
Qiao Yan noticed his mood change: "What do you mean by six locked-in conductors?"
Tan Wang's voice was heavy. "The system assigned him and me both the identities of poor people. We sneaked into the freight car at first. Later, we were discovered. Before they could lock us in, we knocked them out and locked them in the employee room."
Qiao Yan never expected that there would be such a background to the incident: "Did anyone see your faces?"
"We were escorted by those six conductors from the last car to the third car. A group of more than a dozen people received constant stares. If it was just me, it would be fine, but he..." Tan Wang turned his head and took a look. "Tell me honestly, can you forget what you saw?"
Qiao Yan was silent.
"Although we pretended to be train conductors for a few hours, the passengers probably either didn't pay much attention to us, or if they did, they just thought we were not prisoners but employees on the train. There was no problem with us following a group of employees." Tan Wang spoke quickly, "But now that the six people have come out, their identities as poor people will definitely not be concealed..."
Before he finished speaking, the door to the connecting passage in the front carriage was pushed open.
The conductor in the lead glanced around the carriage, then suddenly looked over here and pulled out the intercom: "Over there!"
Shi Yu's wrist was grabbed by someone almost at the same time. He lowered his eyes to take a look and calmly reminded: "This is in the car."
There is so little space, how can I hide?
Tan Wang held on tighter.
During this delay, a dozen uniformed and armed train attendants rushed up. The leader raised his hand and smashed the man's head with his fist as big as a casserole.
Tan Wang raised his hand to catch the falling fist and kicked the man in the abdomen: "Get lost."
The leader screamed and fell out holding his stomach.
There were footsteps behind me.
Tan Wang turned around and saw the conductor coming from the rear carriage.
It's impossible to hide.
Almost everything that could be thrown on the train was thrown, and heavy objects like iron bars were naturally the first to be thrown. The train attendants had no weapons in their hands, and they chased and blocked them together, looking like a dark mass.
"Captain, I found it."
Someone asked: "Are we going to throw them down now?"
Tan Wang pressed his hand directly on the bracelet.
The next second, there was a sudden loud noise in my ears.
"Bang--"
He withdrew his hand reflexively out of a sense of crisis, but he still failed to completely dodge it. A bullet almost grazed the back of his hand and shot into the seat, followed by a burning pain.
A fork in the road parted from the crowd.
Jiang stood among the group of train attendants, holding an AKD Hera, his index finger on the trigger, his hand raised in the air, steady and motionless.
No matter how fast the props are, they can never be faster than the bullets of the thermal weapons they already have in their hands, at least not at the level of props they have now.
Tan Wang put down his hand.
Jiang Ze didn't look at him, his eyes were always on the other person: "I hope you are well."
There were quite a few passengers attracted by the commotion here. At this moment, they all stood outside and looked inside curiously: "Are those two people inside really poor people?"
Someone replied: "I heard those train attendants shouting in the third carriage with my own ears, how could it be fake?"
The person who first asked the question tutted his words: "I didn't see that."
The person next to him complained: "Not only can I not see it, I saw them walking right under my nose in the uniform of train conductors before, and I didn't even suspect anything."
Someone whispered in the midst of the commotion: "Is there no other way? If they just go out the window... something bad will happen."
Someone immediately responded: "Damn it, you mean we all deserve it?"
"no……"
"If a bunch of poor bastards can't afford to sit here, they should have just not come here in the first place. Who can they blame now?" The man sneered, "They have bad intentions and are good at speculation. If they weren't unlucky, maybe this kind of mess wouldn't have happened."
The companion squinted at them and came over to mutter, "Look at them. One of them is so young and he ran away with someone. He didn't learn good things but learned bad things. The other one looks like a cheap person who only knows how to seduce others. I have said that these poor and broke people are all rotten people. They waste food and feed it to dogs. At least they can help me watch the door. Now they are wasting time and want to die. I don't know what they are doing."
“…”
I don't know when people formed this idea, but they seem to think that as long as they let all the poor and lowly people jump, death will not be their turn.
Shi Yu met his eyes and was silent for a moment: "I'm a little curious, why do you want to kill me so much?"
Jiang Ze smiled upon hearing this: "As I said before, we only keep two kinds of people in the temple, one is our own people, and the other is ordinary people."
He is neither.
Before he could hear the response, the conductor next to him couldn't stand it anymore: "Sir, what do you mean by this?"
Jiang Ze glanced at him, making him retreat, then he slowly took out a stack of tickets from his pocket and calmly spread them out like a fan: "Do you recognize it?"
There are four in total.
Anyone who has taken a train knows what this means: a sleeper berth on a train has four beds in a room, so passengers who value comfort and privacy and don't care about money will buy four sleeper tickets at a time, which is equivalent to them having a single room on the train.
He is also a nobleman.
No wonder he carries a gun with him. The conductor who asked "What do you mean?" suddenly relaxed: "You..."
Jiang Ze raised his wrist and four tickets flew out, brushing past Shi Yu's face and flying directly out of the open window behind him. In the blink of an eye, they were blown away by the wind and rain.
He asked gently, "Did you say before that you decided to get the poor people off the bus first?"
The conductor next to him was stunned and said tentatively: "That's right, but now these two poor people don't seem to want to go on like this."
Jiang Ze: "Then ask them to leave. Is that difficult?"
The conductor had originally felt guilty about doing this, but now that he knew what he meant, he knew that the situation was on his side. Even if the rescue was successful and the incident on the train was exposed, there were wealthy and powerful people on the train who could guarantee that it would not affect him. He instantly felt confident and shouted, "Catch them!"
【Grass. 】
[It’s only been a few hours since the show started and they’ve already fallen out? ]
[It’s over, it’s over. How do we fight this? The gap between the two sides is too big! ! ]
"Bang bang bang bang -"
Four shots in a row.
The window behind him shattered, glass shards flew everywhere, and the wind and rain poured in even more violently.
Jiang Ze's eyes were always on one person. He turned the gun and fired another shot.
The bullet was headed straight for the heart. Shi Yu dodged to the side when the gun was pointed at him, but unfortunately his arm was still grazed by the bullet and blood oozed out.
The carriage was too small and packed with people. Passengers had already screamed and dodged when they saw the gunfire. The aisle doors on both sides were locked by someone, and the carriage instantly became a secret room with no escape.
Tan Wang was surrounded by the dozen train attendants, and even Qiao Yan and Ji Congyang, who happened to be nearby, were not spared. With the pressure of numbers, they were able to trap the three of them in a corner by simply piling up like a pyramid.
Most games involve ghosts and monsters, so few people would deliberately prepare this kind of hot weapons with physical damage. Even if they do, they are only smoke bombs, flash bombs and the like for escaping. Supernatural props have no effect on ordinary people.
In the upper nine days, the only one who particularly likes this kind of props is the one on the ranking list.
"Bang--"
"Bang--"
Shi Yu avoided vital parts, but was pierced by a bullet in the shoulder, waist and abdomen. Blood gushed out from the muzzle, soaking the hem of his clothes in an instant.
Eight bullets were used up and the empty magazine popped out.
Jiang Ze quickly added more bullets and just as he looked up, he saw that the other party was running towards him.
He laughed and raised his hand: "The closer you get, the easier it is to die."
Guns have recoil. The closer a person is to the muzzle, the harder it is to dodge, and the larger the wound caused by the bullet when it enters the body.
Shi Yu did not dodge. He turned over and jumped over the stacked tables. When he heard the gunshot, he suddenly threw out a black shadow. The heavy alloy weapon clanged and deflected the bullets that were approaching his eyes. The next second, he had landed in front of the other party.
Jiang Ze was about to continue when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hand.
An extremely cold aura gushed out from the person in front of him crazily, as cold and thick as the undead crawling out of the underworld.
The card flipped over and lit up brilliantly, and the black fog symbolizing death suddenly began to spread.
A scimitar was pressed against the edge of the card, and the undead appeared in a black robe, swinging the dark scythe downwards.
There was death in front of him and a crowded crowd behind him. The distance was so close that there was no way to hide.
Jiang Ze subconsciously raised his hand to block, but the gun in his hand encountered a force beyond the rules of the world and was instantly torn into pieces by the death energy. He flew backwards and spat out blood.
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