Doomsday Wonderland
One Thousand Eight Hundred and Sixty-One Dark u0026 Wet
Those for guns, ammunition, barrels, hand-held personal weapons... The four or five weapon boxes that Inmaru Tsugumi opened in a hurry were all empty, with only the weapon fixing brackets, like bones without flesh and blood. Same, looking back at him naked.
There probably wasn't even a bullet in this train.
Just as the word "trap" flashed through Inmaruji's mind, he happened to hear it: from another track above his head, there was a faint, rumbling sound - another car was coming. train.
As if to confirm his suspicion, the sound of the train gradually dropped in a few seconds until it disappeared.
The train was parked quietly on the tracks above him.
"Xiaolong!"
In an instant, Inumaruji understood, and rushed back in a few steps. His footsteps made half of the carriage creak. From the crumbling carriage, he shouted loudly: "Back off, leave the rooftop!"
On the rooftop about ten meters away, the only people who were still standing were the people from Inmaruji. Some people still had cigarette butts in their mouths, and some were looking around with guns; there were five or six bodies collapsed on the ground. The motionless corpses were those of people who had been sitting and drinking with them not long ago, now covered in pools of blood by the night.
Xiaolong raised his head in response, but his eyes were fixed on the night sky above Yuan Maruji, and the cigarette butt fell from his mouth.
Before the cigarette butt fell to the ground, he rushed to the side and shouted loudly: "Water Tower! Everyone hide in the water tower -"
A burst of dense and dazzling gunfire poured down from the track above the head in an instant, shattering the shaky night; the broken bricks and stones were shot into the air by the bullets, and the dead body threw up its arms and legs, as if lying on the ground and dancing. .
The rooftop of the top floor was so brightly illuminated by bullets, as if heaven had opened a door and let out light.
Inmaruji returned to the carriage filled with empty weapon boxes, used the carriage door as a cover, and pointed his gun at the train on the track above.
The shooting distance of the Scorpion submachine gun was enough to engulf the night sky between the two tracks; the continuous bullets and fire were all directed at the people and guns sticking out of the train, causing sparks to scatter on the carriage, flickering and jumping into the air. into the night sky.
Inmaruji's vision and accuracy were excellent. In an instant, he heard screams and the sound of human bodies stumbling from the train above; the gunfire that had just poured down on the rooftop was finally interrupted.
He quickly scanned the rooftop, but didn't see any shadows that took the opportunity to escape back into the building.
Inmaruji gritted his teeth. His cover was too late, and no one was still alive; even if they were still alive, they probably wouldn't be able to stand up... And the people in the train above also knew that there were still people in this train.
The other party is an arms dealer... I wonder how many seconds are left before the explosive bomb hits the car at his feet?
The current situation is really unexpectedly bad.
He was trapped in a rickety train in the sky, on a track that could be blown off at any time. There was only a movable bridge on the way back to the ground. At the end of the movable plank bridge, he still needs to cross another twenty or thirty meters of empty rooftop before he can reach the first bunker, the rooftop water tower. On the nearly forty meters of road, he will be exposed to countless Under gunfire.
He couldn't stay any longer, but he had nowhere to go.
Inmaruji gasped, lowered his head to look at the dim night below, and smiled softly.
It was as if his entire life was metaphorized and encompassed by this night and this moment.
His back is always pressed against the wall, and there is only a cliff in front of him; in order to find a way out in nothingness, he has to jump off again - this time, literally.
In one train, a man who had been shot and fell to the ground was dragged away, leaving a trail of blood on the floor. Hand-thrown explosive bombs were passed from one hand to the other; in another train, Inmaruji took a deep breath.
He looked in the right direction and jumped into the night sky outside the orbit.
The black hair was blown away by the black wind, and the train behind him once again lit up the sky with flames.
Amidst the airflow, debris, and weightlessness, Inmaruji seemed to have been drained of body temperature and blood in an instant, turning into a blank body. That moment of blankness and clarity was extremely long. It wasn't until he grabbed the billboard protruding from the building during his rapid fall, swung it in mid-air, and finally stopped falling, that his blood, hearing and emotions returned again. into his body.
The words "Dark \u0026 Wet" on the billboard, shrouded in silver-gray light, dimly lit up at night - were the name of the club.
The people above would not immediately notice that he had jumped out of the car; the billboard was half a person long, which was enough for Inmaruji, who was built like a boy. He struggled to move closer to the building from the billboard, looked up, stretched his arms, and finally grabbed the edge of a window.
Just when he finally managed to hold on to the window edge and put half of his body up, he heard a distant voice in the air: "There's someone down there!"
Inmaruji cursed in a low voice, and quickly raised his hand to shatter the window glass with a shot; among the scattered glass shards, he hurriedly rolled into the window - just when he was about to land, there was a sound in the sky Gunfire.
A bunch of blood spots suddenly exploded in the rectangular window frame with orange and silver-gray lights floating on it.
Inmaruji endured the pain, hissing and falling into the broken glass on the ground, and the suppressed moan deepened in his throat again. He reluctantly climbed up, held on to the wall, dragged his leg that was scratched by the bullet, and walked slowly forward in this dim corridor.
Although he finally escaped from the shooting range of the sky train, his whereabouts were also exposed. It was only a matter of time before the group of people rushed into the club to search for him; how far could he go with his injured leg and a pool of blood?
Inumaruji took off his shirt and tied the injured leg hard, finally stopping the bleeding temporarily. He groped forward step by step, listening to the sound of his dragging footsteps and breathing dissipating in waves in the dark air.
Judging from the blurry outline of the scene, this should be the other side of the club; the club had no customers tonight, and it might have closed after their group left. Even if there are still people, they probably won’t stay after hearing the gunshots and explosions on the rooftop...
Halfway through his thoughts, he stopped along with Inmaruji's footsteps.
A closed door ahead and a ray of orange light under the door confirmed that he had guessed wrong.
He could only see the sign "Powdering Room" clearly when he squinted. It was quiet behind the door, except for the occasional rustling of footsteps and the low hum of a woman.
Inumaruji stretched out his hand to hold the door handle, turned it slightly, 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-downcast face, her brows and eyes illuminated by the light from the mobile phone screen.
When she suddenly looked up, she seemed startled by the sudden appearance of a figure in the mirror. As soon as she jumped up from the chair, before she could turn around, she was stopped by the muzzle of the gun in the mirror.
"Someone is looking for me," When Inmaruji spoke, his voice was hoarse and low, as if he was just exhaling. "Hide me."
"I know," the female singer was still wearing the golden fringed skirt from the performance just now, and she didn't even take off her long gloves. She raised her hands in surrender and whispered, "You...come in, and I'll close the door."
Probably because gangsters frequented this club, at least she didn't completely lose her bearings.
Yuan Maruji still didn't dare to rest assured, and pointed the gun low at her, turning slightly in half a circle according to her pace. "Why are you still here?"
"I will be alone when I go back..."
In fact, Inmaruji didn't care what she said. When the female singer closed the door, Inmaruji also fell into her dressing chair. Blood and ash immediately stained the chair covered with white feathers.
"Didn't you hear the sound from the rooftop?"
"What's the sound?" She locked the door and said, "The soundproofing of this club is very good... I've been here and haven't heard anything."
This was the lucky thing about his misfortune.
"I'm afraid someone will come in and search for me soon." Inumaruji whispered, feeling tired, disappointed, and weak, all coming up in waves, like waves trying to encroach on the beach. "As long as you can help me avoid them, I promise not to hurt you."
"I understand." The female singer said, "I know what to do. There is a fire escape behind the club, which is usually used by employees. I will take you down that way."
Fortunately she has more ideas than she seems.
As long as he can control that woman, he should be safe for the time being. When Yuan Maruji thought of this, he suddenly couldn't help but bend down and lowered the muzzle of his gun.
He buried his face in one hand and buried his fingers deeply in his black hair; the smell of sweat, alcohol, and blood floated in his nose, and the woman's hurried footsteps and rustling sounds gently scratched his ears. Inmaruji raised his eyes and glanced in the mirror, but he happened to see the female singer unzipping her, and the golden fringed skirt suddenly slipped from her back - she was wearing nothing underneath.
Inmaruji immediately turned his eyes away and stared at the slightly blackened old carpet in the dressing room.
The scene just now kept beating in my mind like a pulse.
It's not because of a woman's body; it's just a woman's body. He has seen it so many times that he doesn't look like a young boy... It's because of something else, but he can't say it for a moment.
When Inmaruji frowned, trying to grasp the vague feeling, the dressing room became quiet again. Attracted by the silence, he looked up again; the female singer was facing away from him at this time, her body wrapped in a nightgown-like dress that covered the strange feeling that had just made him feel slightly strange. thing.
What is she still doing slowly?
Inumaruji turned his head and saw clearly: at this critical moment, the woman was actually removing her makeup - she was holding a small white cotton cloth in her hand, wiping off the foundation and lipstick on her face.
"Don't waste my time," he turned around and whispered, "Now..."
Halfway through his words, his voice lowered and stopped unconsciously.
The originally fair, smooth and ordinary face, like a snake shedding its skin, gradually lost its featureless appearance.
The fair complexion and light pink lipstick melted away, and the face exposed underneath was a face with almost shockingly sharp bones, and dark red lips that seemed to be dripping with blood; the light blue dark circles became deeper and deeper, enlarging those eyes. Eyes, UU reading www. uukanshu.net made her look almost non-human, with a sharp and disturbing dark beauty.
He vaguely remembered the name of the club, "Dark \u0026 Wet."
The woman's eyes met his in the mirror. She turned around and became a completely different person than she had been a few minutes ago.
She gently took two steps closer, the skin on her legs flashed and disappeared from the opening and closing of her long skirt, and the silk skirt material made a soft sound. From the deep neckline, he could see half of the tattoo.
"I can't go out like I just did, can I?" she said as if to explain, gently raising one hand. The sleeves as wide as a nightgown slid down from her wrists, and the muzzle of a gun was pressed against the back of Inmaruji's head.
The woman bent down, and a scent like blood hit her. She whispered in Yuan Maruji's ear: "Otherwise, if my subordinates saw me, how could they dare to recognize me."
Inumaruji stared at the woman in the mirror, unable to say anything or move for a moment.
"Look...the goods you want to rob belong to me."
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