Rebel Demon King

Chapter 281 Entropy of Death Train

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The reason why we Russians have such a high mortality rate and become an endangered race on earth is because we are too tough. ——Said Boris, the flag bearer of the sunflower banner, "the garden director".

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Four thirty in the morning Moscow time.

A Gulfstream 650 private plane at Sherementyevo Airport will set sail at dawn. At this moment, the skyline is dark, and dawn seems far away. Only the faint lights of the terminal building shine into the cabin through the windows.

In the spacious cabin, eighteen dark brown leather sofas are lined up. At this moment, people wearing SS uniforms, Iron Cross medals, and flying eagle skull caps are sitting on them. If it is not for the Gulfstream G650, it is too modern. , at a glance, it makes people feel like they have returned to World War II.

No one spoke in the cabin, and the atmosphere was so quiet that it was "suffocating". The reason why the somewhat heavy word "suffocating" was used was because each of them wore a black mask like a gas mask.

There was only one exception, he was wearing a wine red suit and a clown mask.

"Number 3, how long is it until we take off?" The clown with crossed legs turned his head impatiently and asked the man wearing a gas mask, the word 3 was printed in white on the canister of the gas mask.

"Lord Sith, there is still an hour." Number 3 turned to the clown Sith and said in a low voice, the voice seeped out from the mask like the wind from the abyss.

"One hour? This sucks. It's so boring to go out with you sack-faced (German: Sackgesicht, similar to fools). I'd rather ride in a prison van than fly in this grave-like private jet." Clown Sith raised his hands and said very dissatisfied.

"Sorry, Lord Sith, to make you feel uncomfortable." Number 3 bowed his gas masked head in apology.

"Sorry for being meaningless. Why don't we play a game!" The clown Sith turned to look at No. 3 and said with great interest.

"Sorry, Master Sith, the head of state has explained that he must not bet or play games with you." No. 3 lowered his head again and said apologetically.

The clown Sith smacked his lips, made some strange noises in the quiet air, then raised his hands, made a helpless movement, and put his legs on the table in front of him, "Okay, wait until The place is calling me. I'll sleep first, maybe I will encounter something interesting in my dream!"

"Lord Sith, you haven't decided which train we should chase!" Number Three reminded.

"You decide for yourself, I don't care." The clown Sith replied quite irresponsibly, then put his hands on his chest and leaned his head on the sofa.

"The head of state has said that everything follows your orders."

Clown Sith shrugged his shoulders and said, "My order is that you make your own decisions."

"Sorry, Lord Sith, please give us an accurate order." No. 3 bowed his head again, and responded in a stubborn tone.

Clown Sith let out a strange laugh, straightened up and said, "In this case, we will make a rock-paper-scissors decision. If I win, I will chase K20. If you win, I will chase 240."

"Sorry, Master Sith, the head of state ordered not to bet with you, and to play."

"The head of state also ordered you to follow my instructions, so the decision I am making now, will you implement it or not." The clown Sith interrupted No. 3, and his tone suddenly changed from playful and relaxed at the beginning to indifferent.

"Master Sith."

"I'll give you three seconds to consider whether it's rock-paper-scissors or disobeying my order." The clown Sith quickly raised a finger to signal the start of the timer.

Number Three, wearing a gas mask, is caught in a dilemma. It is not allowed to play games with the clown, and it is not allowed to disobey the clown's orders. This is an irreconcilable contradiction.

The time was too short, he couldn't think, he could only act according to his intuition, and when the clown Sith raised two fingers, he stretched out his fist.
The clown put his arms around No. 3's shoulders, and whispered in his ear in a low, but somewhat hoarse voice, "Hey! Tell me how you broke through the mental barrier of 'violating the order of the head of state'?"

No. [-] didn't speak, and his body trembled a little, as if there was an unknowable terrifying monster behind him.

"Is it because the fear of me overcame the fear of the head of state?" The clown Sith loosened his black tie with one hand, "My father is an artist. Great work. And I inherited his behest, and I also aspire to become a great artist. He likes to carve the human body, so I want to carve the human soul”

This sudden monologue caused the entire cabin to fall into deep silence, as if entering a vacuum, and the sound could not be transmitted. Only the strange voice of the clown Sith echoed in excitement, and the tone of his words was intermittent. It was filled with a chilling harsh feeling that made people get goosebumps all over their bodies.

"We're here to add to the fun! So... you guys are too serious!"

"Why so serious?" Sith raised his hands, looking back curiously at the dozen or so people wearing gas masks sitting beside him and behind him.

So the gas masks in the cabin shook their heads and let out a fake smirk.
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When Cheng Mo hadn't been to Russia, he was skeptical about the title of "fighting nation" and thought it was a bit exaggerated. It was only when he arrived in Moscow that he realized that all this was so real, so real that it was a bit absurd.

In Russia, the legend about "one Russian aunt is worth five American soldiers" is true. When Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun took the subway, they saw a few young and Dangerous young people singing and dancing in the carriage, smoking and drinking. After making a fuss, an aunt with a big arm and a round waist walked over and said only one sentence: "Can you sit down properly?"

In addition, the thing about Russian Airlines is also true. It is completely different from other companies' planes that rise and land smoothly. The civil aviation piloted by Russian pilots is almost straight up and down, so that you can deeply feel the force of gravity, so the plane landed smoothly. At that time, I applauded wholeheartedly, thanking the crew for not killing me.

But these well-known things do not seem to be able to completely describe the toughness of the fighting nation, it is more like a joke, but at this moment Cheng Mo deeply understands what is called "sturdy".

Knowing that the other party has a gun in his hand, and the space is so narrow, the other party dared to open the door and force him, and he didn't retreat when a person was dead, but continued to rush in regardless. This is unbelievably insanely reckless.
Perhaps this is the Russian racial skill - Berserker.

Just after Xie Minyun shot a person with a non-standard Mozambique shooting method, the other party did not hide behind the door and shoot back as Cheng Mo thought, but continued to shoot inside with the gun, but the lights were turned off. The vision was poor, and all the bullets hit Valuev's body.

Fortunately, the terrain was really favorable for them, the door of the private room could only allow the next person to pass through, so the members of the Wild Wolf Gang outside could not swarm in, so the second person became Xie Minyun's living target again.

The two fell to the ground did not seem to have any effect on the Russians outside. The third person was still rushing in fearlessly, but the firepower was so fierce that it was frightening. A brilliant tongue of flame was lit in the car, and the sound of gunfire was so loud that it even drowned out the sound of the speeding train.

The high-pitched honking of the AK-74M cut through all the other noises of the train like a spear of sound waves.

The window glass shattered in an instant, the bullets that entered the wall caused debris to fly, the crisp sound of hitting the steel plate, and the muffled sound of the mineral water bottle when it was punctured made the No. 16 car mess up, and everyone in the room rushed He came out and asked loudly what happened.

And the Russian gangster standing at the door and pulling the trigger of the AK-74M was shot in the leg by Xie Minyun again, but this time the other party learned how to be smart, and forced himself not to kneel on the ground, grabbed the door frame and fell backwards. Shouted in Russian: "Under the bed, under the bed!"

Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun's expectation of being discovered so quickly was obviously beyond expectations. Fortunately, although the location was discovered, the action of falling backwards in the opposite direction also prevented the people behind from rushing in.

The gunshots stopped, and the air suddenly became silent. The cold wind that kept blowing into the carriage dissipated the smell of blood and the smell of gunpowder smoke from the metal bullet casings.
The gangster with a broken leg was moaning in the carriage, the outside was already a mess, the footsteps were chaotic, and countless people were gathering here, asking what happened.

The two remaining gangsters outside the carriage saw that the situation in carriage No. 16 was out of control, so they stopped rushing and stood guard at the door holding the walkie-talkie and shouted loudly: "Car No. 16, Car No. 16, We encountered a shootout while we were checking for suspicious persons, Mr Valuev’s condition is unknown, and two brothers were killed.”

Xie Minyun took the opportunity to change the magazine, and said in Chinese: "There are still 12 rounds of bullets. How is your contact with Uncle Li?"

"No problem, the other party is here, just hold on for a while." Cheng Mo, who was hiding under his bed, said calmly. There were still ten seconds before he could activate the carrier, and it took 1 minute to activate the carrier, which was 15 minute and [-] seconds.

Seeing that the opponent did not continue to shoot, nor did he continue to forcefully rush in, it seemed that he could survive this minute and 15 seconds.

Xie Minyun heard that Cheng Mo's voice was very calm, and said that the other party had come, so he was slightly relieved, but when he looked towards the door, he saw the wide-eyed Russian man lying on the ground, staring at her intently, and started He was so focused on aiming accurately that he automatically ignored the corpse. At this moment, Xie Minyun realized that he had killed two people just now. He broke out in a cold sweat, had abdominal cramps, and almost vomited.

Xie Minyun retched a few times, then coughed a few times, and said to Cheng Mo: "This is the scariest trip in my life. I thought the spy war plots in novels and movies were both exciting and romantic. I didn't expect the real experience. Only later did I realize that these are so cruel in reality.”

"I don't think it's necessary to think about this issue. If you think about it too much, you will find more indifference and ruthlessness in human nature. And for those who have committed numerous crimes, ending their lives is giving them relief."

Although Cheng Mo is close at hand, his voice seems very far away. Xie Minyun dare not turn her head to look at him. She is afraid that someone will rush in again suddenly. She is wondering why Uncle Li's people haven't come yet, and she is thinking about going home In the future, she will be more grateful for life. She is thinking that being held by him is not such a bad thing. She is still thinking about who spoke to whom first.
It's just that no matter how I think about it, I can't think of it. In short, Cheng Mo lost, he is a fat pig.

Xie Minyun was thinking wildly. She knew that she shouldn't be thinking wildly at such a moment, but all kinds of thoughts were running around in her mind, and she couldn't stop, but none of this would hinder her from shooting accurately when someone appeared at the door.Xie Minyun is aware of this point, she is quite talented in shooting, she can hit 559 rings on moving targets, you must know that the Olympic champion is only about 590 rings.

Xie Minyun held the small Taurus, stared at the door intently, and said softly: "Cheng Mo. I'm going back. I'll treat you to milk tea."

It's a pity that Cheng Mo couldn't hear what Xie Minyun said at this time, he had already activated the carrier.

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The helical colored DNA chain is spinning in the toilet in the No. 17 car, which is closest to the NO.16 car, and the silent consciousness has left the body. For the first time, he felt that the 1 minute of activation was too long. He could see Everything around the carrier, the faucet was dripping water, the train was galloping fast in a coniferous forest, and the carrier on the top of the carriage ran towards the No. 16 compartment like lightning.

Obviously the shootout just now attracted everyone's attention, Cheng Mo had a headache, the gangsters were okay, but those chosen ones were not so easy to deal with, the only thing he could rely on was that he couldn't be seen on the map.

At this moment, Cheng Mo can't control so much anymore. He has to rescue Xie Minyun and his own body first. As for Li Jiting's unreliable master, Cheng Mo has no time to think about what he is doing. , what happened was very strange.

When the map spread out in front of Cheng Mo's eyes, it meant that the carrier could move. Cheng Mo took out a black mask from his trouser pocket, put the pullover hat on his head, and quickly pushed He walked out of the bathroom, he had to rush there immediately to protect his body.

The good news is that there was no gunfire, which means that he and Xie Minyun are still safe.

The carriage was shaking, and there were many people standing in the corridor, discussing one after another, and some timid ones were standing in the door, while a lot of people were crowded at the junction of No.16 and No.17 carriages, and they were passing through the iron gate The upper window looks at the NO.16 compartment.

Cheng Mo who came out of the bathroom did not attract anyone's attention. He entered the connection in three steps and two steps. Cheng Mo stood behind a group of onlookers and said in English in a low voice: "Excuse me, let me go."

Several people in the group looked back at Cheng Mo, and one of the foreigners said kindly: "There are terrorists over there, there is a gun battle, don't go there."

"You have been deceived. Those wearing camouflage uniforms are not policemen or soldiers. They are terrorists." Cheng Mo said.

"Freeze said!"

"how do you know?"

"how is this possible?"

A group of melon-eating crowd immediately started chattering loudly, showing no intention of moving away. Cheng Mo had already seen through the glass window that the other party's reinforcements were rushing over from other carriages, presumably all the gangsters were heading this way. And there are more red dots on the map, most of them are hidden in the room, and there is one in the room of the Northeast Kuaishou brother next to Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo forcefully stretched out his hand to push aside the crowd crowded at the junction, and opened the door, "You will find out later." After finishing talking, Cheng Mo entered the No.16 car, and he heard several people running quickly from the No.15 car The gangsters in camouflage uniforms and the bald head with inverted triangle eyes running at the front asked loudly: "What's going on?"

Standing on both sides of the door of the private room, a gangster with a gun replied: "The vice principal received a report that there was a suspicious person in the No. 16 compartment, so he came to check and was shot dead inside."

This gangster was suddenly one of the older, short-haired boys with a hoarse voice that Cheng Mo met at the junction of the carriages that night.

The bald head with inverted triangle eyes frowned, and asked as he walked in, "Who is there?"

"Looks like two Chinese kids." The short-haired man guarding the door replied with some embarrassment, and then he argued: "But they must have been trained, and their marksmanship is very accurate."

The bald head with inverted triangle eyes sneered, and raised the pistol, "It's okay, go back to your room quickly, if you accidentally get hit by a stray bullet, you can only consider yourself unlucky!"

The people behind the bald head also raised their guns to drive away the people standing in the car to watch the excitement. Most of these people are Russians who are not afraid of death. Some unrelated civilians from other countries have long hid in the No. 15 car.

The bald head with inverted triangle eyes walked to the door of private room 41-42, and shouted loudly in Russian: "People inside, I will give you ten seconds to come out, I guarantee your safety"

The short-haired man standing at the door with a gun immediately said, "How can that be done? They killed our principal!"

The bald head with inverted triangle eyes glanced at him and said: "We have to catch people. Do you understand or not? Do you want me to ask your leader Pamoshev to call you now?"

The short-haired man could only keep silent.

So the inverted triangle eye opened its mouth and shouted inside: "Your resistance is meaningless, come out now, I swear in the name of God, I will absolutely guarantee your safety." Seeing that there was still no response from inside, he turned his head and asked aside The same bald-headed subordinate asked, "Is it because they don't understand Russian? Who of you can speak English? Ask in English!"

At this time, Xie Minyun's slightly nervous voice sounded inside, "You call the police, you call the police and we'll go out."

(End of this chapter)