Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1861: Dark&Wet

One for guns, one for ammunition, one for cannon barrels, one for hand-held personal weapons... The four or five weapon boxes that Inmaru Tsugumi opened in a hurry were all empty, except for the weapon fixing brackets, which seemed to be missing. Like flesh and bones, it looked back at him as bare as a bone.

There probably wasn't even a bullet loaded in this train.

When the word "trap" flashed through Yuan Maruji's mind, he happened to hear it: from another track above his head, there was a faint, rumbling sound of driving - approaching Got another 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 track 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 still standing were those from Inmaruji. Some people still had cigarette butts in their mouths, and some were scanning the surroundings with guns; five people were slumped on the ground. The six motionless corpses were all people who had been sitting and drinking with them not long ago. They were now covered in pools of blood by the night.

As soon as Xiaolong raised his head in response, his eyes were fixed on the night sky above Yuan Maruji, and the cigarette **** fell from his mouth.

Before the cigarette **** 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; 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 jumping Started dancing.

The rooftop on the top floor was so brightly illuminated by bullets, as if heaven had opened a door and let out light.

Inmaru Tsugumi retreated into 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 range of the Scorpion submachine gun is enough to swallow up the night sky between the two tracks; the continuous bullets and fire all hit the people and guns sticking out of the train, causing sparks to fly on the train. The flicker jumped into the night sky.

Inmaruji's vision and accuracy were excellent. In an instant, he heard screams and the sound of human body stumbling from the train above; the gunfire that had just poured down on the rooftop was finally interrupted. .

He quickly scanned the rooftop, but did not 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 from an arms dealer... I don’t know how many seconds it will take before a hand-thrown explosive bomb hits the carriage 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 panted, lowered his head to look at the dim night below, and smiled softly.

It seemed that 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 a train, the 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 handed from one hand to the other; in another train In the 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 & ​​Wet" on the billboard, shrouded in silver-gray light, dimly lit up at night - are 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 sill and put half of his body up, he heard a distant voice in the air: "There is someone down there!"

Inmaruji cursed in a low voice, quickly raised his hand and shot the window glass; among the scattered glass shards, he hurriedly rolled into the window - just when he was about to land, the sky There was a flurry of gunshots.

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 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?

Inmaruji 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 may 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 in front of him and a ray of orange light under the door confirmed that he was wrong.

He had to squint to see the sign "Powdering Room" clearly. It was quiet behind the door, except for the occasional rustling of footsteps and the low hum of a woman.

Inmaruji stretched out his hand to hold the door handle, turned it gently, and the door opened.

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. She just jumped up from the chair, and before she could turn around, she was stopped by the muzzle of the gun in the mirror.

"Someone is looking for me," When Tsugumi Inmaru 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 often frequented this club, at least she didn't completely lose her bearings.

Inmaru Tsuji still didn't dare to rest assured, and aimed his 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 about 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 heard nothing."

This is the best 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 there."

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, his fingers buried 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?

Inmaruji 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 - a face with almost shockingly sharp bones, dark red lips that seemed to be dripping with blood; the light blue dark circles under the eyes became deeper and wider. Those eyes ~IndoMTL.com~ made her look almost human, with a dark beauty that was sharp and disturbing.

He vaguely remembered the name of this club, "Dark&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 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 just now, 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 rushed over her. She whispered in Yuan Maruji's ear: "Otherwise, if my subordinates saw me, how could they dare to recognize me."

Inmaruji stared at the woman in the mirror, unable to say anything or move for a moment.

"Look...the batch of goods you want to rob belongs to me."