There were guns, ammunition, cannons, portable weapons … The four or five weapons boxes that Onamaru Norimaru had hurriedly opened were all empty except for the weapon brackets. They looked back at him like bones without flesh and blood.
This train probably didn't even have a single bullet in it.
When the word "trap" flashed across Onamaru Norimaru's mind, he heard a faint rumbling sound coming from the other track above him. Another train was approaching.
As if to confirm his guess, the sound of the train gradually faded away after a few seconds, until it disappeared.
The train was quietly parked on the track above him.
"Takashi!"
In an instant, Onamaru understood. He rushed back, his footsteps causing half of the carriage to creak. From the carriage that was on the verge of collapsing, he shouted, "Retreat, leave the rooftop!"
On the rooftop about ten meters away, only Onamaru Norimaru's men were still standing. Some of them still had cigarette butts in their mouths, some were holding guns and looking around. There were five or six motionless corpses lying on the ground. They were all people who had been drinking with them not long ago. At this moment, the darkness of the night had covered the pools of blood.
As soon as Takashi raised his head, his eyes were fixed on the night sky above Onamaru Norimaru. The cigarette butt fell from his mouth.
Without waiting for the cigarette butt to fall to the ground, he rushed to the side and shouted, "Water tower! Hide in the water tower! "
A burst of concentrated and dazzling gunfire poured down from the track above, shattering the swaying night sky. Broken bricks and stones were shot into the air by the bullets, and the corpses were swinging their arms and legs as if they were dancing on the ground.
The rooftop was so bright from the gunfire that it was as if heaven had opened a door and let out light.
Onamaru Norimaru retreated into the carriage filled with empty weapons boxes. Using the carriage door as cover, he aimed his gun at the train above.
The firing range of the Scorpion submachine gun was long enough to engulf the night sky between the two tracks. The continuous barrage of bullets hit the people and the guns that came out of the train. Sparks flew everywhere on the train, and the sparks danced into the night sky.
Yuumaru Minoru's eyesight and accuracy were excellent. In an instant, he heard a muffled scream and the sound of a human body falling from the train overhead. The gunfire that had covered the rooftop was finally interrupted for a moment.
He quickly scanned the rooftop, but did not see anyone who had seized the opportunity to escape back into the building.
Yuumaru gritted his teeth. His cover was too late. No one was still alive. Even if they were still alive, they might not be able to stand up … And the people in the overhead train also knew that there were still people in this train.
The other party is from the arms dealer … I wonder how many seconds it will be before the grenade hits the carriage under my feet?
The current situation was unexpectedly terrible.
He was trapped in a shaky train in the air, on a track that could be blown apart at any time. The only way back to the ground was through a movable plank bridge. At the end of the movable plank bridge, he still needed to cross another twenty to thirty meters of the empty rooftop before he could reach the first cover, the water tower on the roof. On the nearly forty meters of road, he would be exposed to countless gunfire without any cover.
He could not continue to stay, but he had nowhere to go.
Yuumaru Norimaru gasped for breath. He looked down at the dark night below and laughed softly.
It was as if his entire life had been encapsulated by this night and this moment.
His back was always tightly 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 down again — this time, it was literally.
In a train, the man who was shot and fell to the ground was dragged away, leaving a trail of blood on the floor. The grenade was passed from one hand to the other. In another train, Yuumaru Norimaru took a deep breath.
He looked in the right direction and jumped into the night sky outside the track.
His black hair was blown away by the black wind, and the train behind him once again burst into flames.
In the airflow, the debris, and the sense of weightlessness, Yuumaru Norimaru seemed to be drained of his body temperature and blood in an instant, and became a blank shell. That moment of blankness and brightness was extremely long. It wasn't until he was falling rapidly that he grabbed the billboard that was extending from the building and swung himself in midair, finally stopping his fall. Only then did his blood, hearing, and emotions once again return to his body.
The billboard said "Dark
&
Wet ", wrapped in silver-gray light, shone in the night — that was the name of the club.
The people above would not immediately notice that he had jumped off the train. The billboard was half the length of a person, and it was enough for Yuumaru Norimaru, who was like a teenager. He struggled to move closer to the building from the billboard, looked up, stretched out his arm, and finally grabbed the windowsill.
Just as he struggled to hold the windowsill and put half of his body on it, he heard a distant voice in the air, "There's someone down there!"
Yuumaru cursed under his breath and quickly raised his gun to smash the window glass. Amidst the flying glass shards, he hurriedly rolled into the window. Just as he was about to land on the ground, a series of gunshots rang out in the sky.
In the rectangular window frame that floated with orange and silver-gray lights, a string of blood suddenly burst out.
Yuumaru Norimaru endured the pain and fell into the glass shards on the ground. The groan that he had been holding back deepened in his throat again. He struggled to get up, held the wall, and dragged his leg that had been grazed by the bullet. He slowly walked forward in the dim corridor.
Although he had finally escaped the shooting range of the air train, he had also exposed his whereabouts. It was only a matter of time before the group of people rushed into the club to search for him. He dragged his injured leg, dragging a pool of blood, how far could he go?
Yuumaru Norimaru took off his shirt and used all his strength to bind his injured leg. Finally, the bleeding stopped temporarily. He groped his way forward step by step, listening to the sound of his own dragging footsteps and panting in the dark air.
Judging from the blurry outline of the scenery, this should be the other side of the club. There were no customers in the club tonight. After they left, the club had probably closed for business. Even if there were people, after hearing the gunshots and the explosion on the rooftop, they probably wouldn't continue to stay …
Halfway through his thoughts, his footsteps stopped at the same time as Yuumaru Norimaru.
There was a closed door in front of him, and a ray of orange light under the door confirmed that he had guessed wrong.
He squinted his eyes to see the sign of "Dressing Room" clearly. It was quiet behind the door, with only the occasional rustling of footsteps and the low humming of a woman.
Yuumaru Norimaru reached out to hold the door handle, turned it gently, 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-lowered face, and her eyebrows were illuminated by the light from the mobile phone screen.
When she suddenly looked up, she seemed to be startled by the sudden appearance of a figure in the mirror. She had just jumped up from the chair, but before she could turn around, she was stopped by the muzzle in the mirror.
"Someone is looking for me." When Yuumaru Norimaru spoke, his voice was hoarse, as if he was just exhaling. "Hide me."
"I know." The female singer was still wearing the golden fringed dress from the performance just now, and she didn't even take off her long gloves. She raised her hands as if surrendering, and whispered, "You … you come in, I'll go close the door."
Perhaps it was because the mafia often visited this club, at least she didn't completely lose her composure.
Yuumaru Norimaru still didn't dare to relax. The muzzle was aimed at her, and he gently turned half a circle as she walked. "Why are you still here?"
"I'll be alone if I go back …"
What she said, in fact, Yuumaru Norimaru didn't care. When the female singer closed the door, Yuumaru Norimaru also fell into her makeup chair, and blood and ashes immediately stained the chair covered with white feathers.
"Didn't you hear the sound on the rooftop?"
"What sound?" She locked the door and said, "This club's soundproofing is very good … I've been here the whole time, and I didn't hear anything."
This was a blessing in his misfortune.
"I'm afraid someone will come in and search me in a while." Yuumaru Norimaru whispered, feeling tired, disappointed, and weak, all of them surging up, like the waves trying to invade 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's a fire escape behind the club, which is usually used by the staff. I'll take you down from there."
Fortunately, she was a little more resourceful than she looked.
As long as he could control that woman, he should be safe for the time being. Thinking of this, Yuumaru suddenly couldn't help but bend down, the muzzle lowered.
He buried his face in his hand, and buried his fingers in his black hair. The smell of sweat, wine, and blood hung in his nostrils, and the woman's hurried footsteps and rustling footsteps tickled his ears. Yuumaru Si raised his eyes and glanced at the mirror, only to see the female singer unzip her zipper, and the golden tassel skirt suddenly slid down her back — she was not wearing anything underneath.
Yuumaru immediately turned his eyes away and stared at the slightly darkened old carpet in the dressing room.
However, the scene just now kept beating in his mind like a pulse.
It was not because of a woman's body. It was just a woman's body. He had seen it so many times that he would not behave like a young boy … It was because of something else, but he could not put his finger on it.
When Yuumaru frowned and tried to grasp that vague feeling, the dressing room became quiet again. Attracted by the silence, Lin Sanjiu looked up again. The singer had her back to him, and her body was wrapped in a nightgown. The nightgown covered the thing that had given him a strange feeling just now.
Why was she still taking her time?
Yuumaru Takeshi turned the chair around and saw clearly that at this critical moment, the woman was actually removing her makeup. She was holding a small white cotton cloth in her hand, wiping away the foundation and lipstick on her face.
'Don't waste my time, 'he whispered.' Now... '
Halfway through his sentence, he unconsciously lowered his voice and stopped speaking.
That originally fair, supple, and ordinary face was like a snake shedding its skin, gradually shedding the facade of being delicate and pretty.
Her fair skin and pale pink lipstick had completely melted away, revealing her face. Her bones were undulating sharply, and her lips were crimson red as if they were filled with blood. The dark circles under her eyes had deepened and magnified her eyes, making her look almost inhuman. There was a kind of sharp, dark beauty about her that made people feel uneasy.
He vaguely remembered the name of the club. "Darkness!"
&
Wet”。
The woman's eyes met his in the mirror. When she turned around, she had become a completely different person from a few minutes ago.
She took two steps forward, and the skin on her legs flashed through the opening and closing of her dress, and the silk material of the dress made a soft sound. From the deep collar, he saw half of a tattoo.
"I can't just walk out like that, can I?" She said as if to explain, and gently raised a hand. The wide sleeves of her nightgown slipped down from her wrist, and a muzzle was pressed against the back of Yuumaru Takeshi's head.
The woman bent down, and a fragrance like blood wafted over. She whispered in Yuumaru Takeshi's ear, "Otherwise, how would my subordinates dare to recognize me when they see me?"
Yuumaru Takeshi stared at the woman in the mirror, and for a moment, he couldn't say anything, nor could he move.
"You see... the goods you want to rob are mine."
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