"Dang", the empty glass was knocked back on the table, water stains and the remaining wine slid down to the bottom of the glass.
The man who had just swallowed a mouthful of strong liquor, pursed his lips into a thin line, pressed on his gums, took a breath, and asked: "This place is not bad, right?"
Yuamaru did not say anything.
"Yes, business should be good." A few people around the man nodded in agreement. "I don't know who owns this place."
"You can come and play next time." The man named Juan, who looked like he was in his forties, poured himself the third glass of liquor. "There's no time this time, next time call that woman over."
The crowd laughed again; some turned their heads to look, some adjusted the holsters on their waists, some were expressionless … Everyone was calm in their own way.
Other than them, there was only one female singer in the dim and ambiguous light. Accompanied by a pianist, she sang one soft song after another to the empty club. Her level was just average.
Perhaps they didn't know that the club was forcibly "borrowed" tonight and thought that they were important guests who had booked the entire place.
"Why, do you also like that type of woman?"
As if noticing Yuamaru's gaze, Juan leaned over and spat out a mouthful of alcohol.
Yuamaru shook his head.
She was quite an ordinary beauty, white and soft, and for a man who needed to rely on a weak woman to establish himself, it was ideal.
"Your hair is too long," Juan looked at the untouched brandy in front of him and said: "It's like a woman. Won't this affect your fight? It's not like you're in the arts — "
Yuamaru suddenly picked up the glass, almost like a candle, and gently poured the whole glass of brandy on his hair. In the sudden, strong and tyrannical smell of alcohol, he closed his eyes, put his five fingers into his wet hair, and tucked it behind his head.
The bitter orange smell of the liquor flowed down his face, Yuamaru wiped his face, and smiled for the first time. Her wet, long eyelashes shone faintly under the soft light.
"Better?"
Juan's words were cut off halfway through his sentence, and he couldn't continue. He stared at Onamaru for a few seconds and pointed at his temple to the man next to him. "I told you, this kid's brain is a little crazy. When they fight, they're quite ruthless. "
The man nodded, and glanced at Yuumaru from under his eyelids.
His clothes and skin were wet from the brandy. Yuumaru did not respond to Juan's words, and slowly combed a few strands of his hair behind his head.
Juan looked down at his watch and grinned, revealing a row of square teeth.
"… It's about time. Let's go."
There seemed to be an inaudible whistle, and more than ten men in suits and jackets stood up from the table one after another. In the gloom the noise of suitcases, cartridge clips, throats being cleared, coats being put on, rose up through the gaps of the dim song and stirred the air suddenly taut and thin.
"Alright, you don't have to sing anymore. Wait for me to find you!" Juan shouted before he went out, interrupting the endless soft love song in the club hall.
The club was located on the fifteenth floor. After pushing the door open from the staircase, they were already standing on the concrete rooftop. The weather forecast said that it would be cloudy and rainy for the next few days. Tonight, the wind had already arrived, and it was blowing in the sky, making everyone's clothes flutter.
Several layers of suspension train tracks were high in the night sky, circling and crisscrossing like a wide waterway in the belly of some kind of machine. In the air, under the tracks, everyone in the city, buildings, and cars … were like bacteria living in the gaps of a huge machine.
Juan waved his hand, and two men, each carrying a large suitcase, quickly walked to the edge of the rooftop.
Just over ten meters away, a train track was quietly floating in the night. The city lights and the heavy traffic dyed its belly with a layer of light and shadow; in the middle of the night, there were almost no trains still quietly passing through the sky.
The operation had been rehearsed more than once, and tonight was not the first time they were doing something like this. In just a few minutes, everything was in place: linear explosives, fuse guns, cover gunmen, assault operators … and across the night sky, connecting the track to the rooftop.
As the vanguard of the first wave, Yuumaru and five other people were lying in ambush on both sides of the movable bridge.
"Three minutes left." Juan kept staring at his watch, and even the alcohol could not burn away the tension in his voice. "Two minutes!"
As the time approached, he slowly retreated from the edge of the rooftop. Tonight's operation was very important, and the team was going to make a move against the arms supplier, which naturally meant that it was especially dangerous. As he retreated, he shouted, "For our team! We must succeed tonight! "
The Scorpion Assault Pistol on his waist was pressed hard against his ribs, and that was the only reality that Yuumaru could feel at that moment.
"They're here!" Juan shouted.
When a long freight train came from the distance, Yuumaru glanced at the people around him, and seeing their tense and pale faces, he could not help but smile. Tonight's show was finally about to begin.
The linear explosives buried in key locations made a very low sound when they exploded, and it was so light that it immediately blended into the night wind.
The track was still intact, but the traction system that covered the entire track suddenly twisted, and sparks flew in all directions.
The startled freight train was like a huge beast that crashed straight into them from the depths of the night wind. It twisted and turned, swayed left and right, and finally came to a sudden stop amidst the sharp screeching sound of friction. A few sections of the body were half hanging out of the track, and the sound of heavy steel hitting, deforming, and scraping still pierced through the night.
As soon as Yuumaru moved, the other five people immediately followed him like a shadow.
When they melted the door and broke into the train, the people inside did not even realize why the train suddenly stopped, and did not expect that a group of strangers with heavy weapons would suddenly break in. Under the dazzling gunfire, in just a few seconds, the four or five people in the carriage became four or five corpses.
No matter how many times he saw it, he felt that the scene of human blood exploding like fireworks was too exaggerated.
Yuumaru strode over the pool of blood, and the sound of his slippery soles made him feel that his legs were already splashed with blood.
He approached the closed carriage door and stopped to listen.
Other than the driver that was controlled by Juan and his men, the first two carriages were filled with people. The people who escorted this batch of goods were naturally gathered in these two carriages. There were only four or five people in the first carriage, so the focus should be on the second carriage. But at this time, it sounded as quiet as a dead place.
Behind the door was an ambush.
Yuumaru thought for a moment, and the gun in his hand shot a brief flash of light at the carriage window, and then he kicked the broken window glass.
"I'll go out and have a look," he ordered without looking back, "Takashi, you guys guard the door."
"Got it, Yuumaru bro."
After whistling to the cover members on the rooftop in the distance, Yuumaru jumped out of the window and was once again wrapped in the night wind.
Below him was the night sky that was more than ten stories high. Most of the buildings were dark, and only the distant orange road lights and the occasional car taillights passed by. The normal world was still in a deep sleep.
His body was thin and narrow, but his limbs were agile. After grabbing the outer edge of the carriage, he quickly climbed to the top of the carriage and came to the second carriage in a few steps.
There was not even a light in this carriage, and it was submerged in a mass of darkness.
Yuumaru did not lighten his footsteps. His boots hit the roof of the carriage heavily, making a thudding sound. He leaned down to listen, but did not catch a trace of uneasiness and agitation from the inside of the second carriage.
Even if it was an ambush, at this moment when they heard movement from above, they should have changed their position and rearranged their defense. It was so quiet, as if there was no one in the second carriage. But that was impossible. For goods of such high value like tonight, the supplier had always been generous with manpower and tight security.
Now that he thought about it, it seemed that since the train came to a sudden stop, the only thing they saw were the four or five people who did not have time to react.
"What's the situation?" Juan's voice came from the earpiece. "Can we attack now?"
"Give me one more minute." Yuumaru hooked one of his feet on the handle of the opening panel at the top of the carriage. Half of his body was stretched out of the carriage. It was almost as if he was suspended in the night wind. The Scorpion submachine gun in his hand spat out bright gunfire at the window of the carriage. In the dark window, the glass and window frame shattered. What came out was only the dark and quiet wind.
Why did they not even dodge or fight back?
"The situation is not right."
Yuumaru whispered into the earpiece, "I'm afraid we have to be prepared to push the entire second carriage off the track."
"Don't joke," Juan immediately shouted. "Do you know how big of a commotion that will cause? After smashing the tracks and roads below, half of the city's police officers (not looking at brackets) and special agents will be following us to find fault with us (not looking at brackets)! You are small, go to the window and have a look! "
Yuumaru did not say anything. He thought for a moment, tied a coil of rope to the handle of the roof, grabbed it, and slowly descended from the wall of the carriage. When he passed by the window that he had smashed, he supported himself with one foot on the wall of the carriage and carefully peeped into the window.
When Yuumaru recalled that moment later, he could not remember how long he had stared into the darkness and how he had made the decision. He only remembered that he was trembling after he had awakened, as if he was living in a life and suddenly opened his eyes. Only then did he realize that it was a long dream.
With a forceful throw, the grenade flew straight into the darkness.
This was undoubtedly a very reckless move; because Yuumaru himself was still hanging on the carriage.
When the wall on the other side of the carriage was broken by the raging dragon-like flames and airwaves, and the steel fragments and dazzling flames tore the night apart, the counterattack airflow and the swaying carriage almost threw Yonamaru Si into the night sky.
"What's going on?" Juan asked in the earpiece, "What happened?"
Yuumaru did not have time to respond. He climbed back to the top of the carriage with great difficulty. As he ran to the first carriage, he shouted, "Takashi, break the door!"
"Is there —" The second half of Juan's words were drowned out by the gunfire and the sound of explosions that came from the inside of the carriage after Yuumaru jumped into the first carriage. Even though Yuumaru was fast and agile, he was still affected by the tremors and almost fell out of the carriage.
By the time he jumped back into the first carriage, the door connecting the two carriages had already been turned into twisted and blackened pieces. The second carriage could no longer be called a carriage. The grenade he had thrown had swallowed half of the carriage, and the blast had swept away the pieces. Now, only half of the carriage was left, and the smoke was still lingering in the air. The darkness of the night poured into the carriage gently.
Fortunately, Yuumaru had a good grasp of the direction, and the power of the grenade was precisely controlled, so it did not blow up the track. Even so, the faces of Takashi and the others were whiter than the moon.
The sound of heavy collisions and distant cries of alarm came from the darkness dozens of meters below.
"Don't you have any filters in your head?" When Juan rushed in with a few people, his face was almost distorted with anger. "If there's an ambush, just kill them. Now that half of the carriage is like this, I don't know if the train can drag it. What did you see? Is there anyone else in the carriage? "
"No," Yuumaru said, panting.
"Go and ask them to restore the traction system," Juan turned around and ordered. Seeing that the subordinate had left in a hurry, he looked at the carriage in front with hesitation. He seemed to be afraid that he would lose his footing and fall from the half-ruined carriage, so he stopped when he reached the broken part of the carriage. He swept the third carriage with his flashlight. The middle of the freight train seemed to have been bitten off by a ferocious beast. Standing in the first carriage, he could clearly see the third carriage.
Juan's expression finally lightened up.
"Not bad. Although it was a little noisy, we have taken down this carriage. Do you know how valuable this batch of goods is? " He patted Yuumaru on the shoulder, apparently out of joy, and said a few more words to him, "This time, the team has taken down the supplier, which is equivalent to a big plate of business … The gun supply chain of the nearby states will be in our hands! It was quite smooth, wasn't it? Usually, those people are quite arrogant, but when something really happened, they didn't even have the chance to show their faces, and they were all finished … "
Yuumaru turned around to look.
Behind the two of them, Xiao Long and a few others stayed in the first carriage, sharing a pack of cigarettes with the people Juan brought up. With a click of the lighter, a flame lit up in the darkness. The night wind was stronger and faster than before, and the smell of smoke did not even have time to disperse before it was swept away and disappeared without a trace.
The brandy was almost dry.
Yuumaru raised his left hand and carelessly rubbed his hair a few times, and his black hair fell messily again. The hair was blown by the wind and fluttered in the air, cutting off the darkness in front of him.
Juan glanced at him and frowned slightly.
When Yuumaru lowered his left hand, he also raised his right hand. His eyes did not even look at Juan, and he was still in the second carriage. The Scorpion submachine gun suddenly shot out a bullet, deeply into Juan's body. In the flickering flames, he was hit and stumbled backward. He did not even make a sound as he fell straight into the night from where he was cut off.
In the first carriage behind him, there was half a shout of anger and surprise. Then, they were drowned out by the gunfire.
Takashi and the others, with the borrowed cigarettes in their mouths, used the guns in their hands to paint the carriage with a layer of blood paint.
"Go and get rid of those people on the rooftop," Yuumaru turned around and ordered.
What good would it do him if the team took down the supplier? Since the arms supply chain would have to change hands, it would be better to change it into his hands … As for tonight's matter, there would be an answer in the future.
Yuumaru walked into the carriage that looked like it was in ruins. He walked between the twisted and broken pieces of steel, which creaked and groaned under his feet. When he opened the third compartment, he saw iron chests neatly stacked on a fixed shelf.
After using the fuse gun to cut open the opening and closing buckle of the first box, Yuumaru gently pulled it.
The weapon box was empty.
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