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Chapter 1459 Train (Roundup)
  Nagoya Station.

When a series of incidents occurred on the "Suzuki" train, everything was calm here.

The only thing that may be different is that there are a lot of passengers waiting at Nagoya Station today.

This group of people claim to be "railroad enthusiasts" of the "Suzuki" steam train, and they gathered here today to take pictures of this steam train that only leaves once a year.

In addition, there are some passengers who don't take the bus and just wander around sporadically.

However, most of the people at the station were quiet, so even though they attracted some attention, Neon was still very tolerant of railway fans, so after understanding their purpose, no one cared about them.

While waiting quietly, Gin's cell phone text message suddenly rang.

"Brother, is there any progress on Belmod's side?" Vodka asked quickly when he heard Gin's text message ringtone.

"It's a text message from Keir, saying that the target has been successfully killed and that we should retreat." Gin said while looking at the text message.

"Brother, this is a good thing." Vodka said with a smile: "Belmode is quite capable. This saves us a lot of trouble. I don't know what the specific situation is?"

"That woman did a good job this time."

Gin looked at the content of Kiel's report in the text message and said: "Shirley's escape route is to blow up the connection between the last carriage, so that she can avoid the enemies on the train.

But Belmode seemed to have placed a bomb on it in advance, and Shirley was blown directly into the sky. "

"Hey~"

Vodka couldn't help but whistle when he heard this: "Brother, Belmod also said that you are too cruel, but I think she is about the same.

I don't believe that she just happened to plant a bomb in the last carriage. I'm afraid it was also installed in other carriages. "

"Ha, the goal has been accomplished anyway, no matter what her original plan was." Gin sneered and said, "Tell our people to prepare to retreat."

Speaking of this, Gin looked around subconsciously, only to find that at some point, the cleaning staff in the station had quietly left.

Not only that, as time passed, ordinary trains no longer entered the station, and the ticket inspectors around them also disappeared one by one.

"Not quite right."

"What's wrong, brother?"

Vodka was just about to inform someone in the handcart when he suddenly heard Gin's words, with a look of confusion on his face: "I don't feel anything is wrong?"

"It's too quiet, it seems like we are the only ones around..."

Gin looked around at the crowd, and his eyes trembled when he found that they were the only ones present: "No, I fell into a trap, so I can kill someone with a borrowed knife!"

"Big brother?"

Vodka raised his head in confusion, not knowing why Gin had such a reaction.

"We've been discovered."

Gin's face was gloomy: "I'm afraid the enemy's target was us from the beginning, and the ones on the train were probably just bait!"

"Then we need to inform you immediately."

Before Vodka finished speaking, Gin directly pressed the intercom that Vodka was about to send a message to. Vodka couldn't help but tremble with the sinister look in his eyes: "Brother."

"They can't leave."

Gin's face was gloomy but his words were cruel and ruthless: "Didn't you realize that there is no one outside except our people around you?

This means that they have arrived a long time ago and have just been evacuating staff and waiting for ordinary passengers to leave on the train.

Look at the electronic screen above your head. There are two trains that are supposed to enter, both of which are late. If you don't leave, it will be too late.

The only one who can do this in Neon is the Metropolitan Police Department.

I’m afraid that the original purpose of those guys was to report to the Metropolitan Police that a terrorist organization wanted to attack the station.

If they direct and act again and let them discover bombs, the Metropolitan Police Department will definitely send anti-terrorism troops.

That is simply not something that this group of soldiers under our hands can deal with! "

Watching Vodka put down the intercom in his hand, Gin looked around and jumped off the platform from the corner. Vodka jumped off the platform directly after Gin, and walked quickly away along the railroad tracks toward the distant suburbs.

There was no doubt that Gin regarded those gunmen as abandoned men to attract the enemy's attention, and did so without any hesitation.

In his opinion, the gunmen under his command were just unimportant miscellaneous soldiers. With a little effort, he could recruit a new batch of such "consumables".

They have already eaten the enemy's bait, and now as long as the two of them can escape smoothly, it will be considered a success.

In this way, even if both sides suffer losses, the enemy will suffer even more.

After all, they only lost a group of peripheral gunmen, so it was worth it to exchange them for a core traitor!
  Because there were no staff on the platform, and the two of them were hiding in secret, no one noticed when the two escaped and jumped off the platform.

And at this time, the sound of heavy and complex footsteps came from around the station. This was the sound of boots colliding with the ground. There were probably not many fewer people listening to the complicated footsteps.

Such movement naturally attracted the attention of surrounding members, and a commotion came from the crowd.

"Inform everyone not to shoot directly when seeing the policeman, and then follow the original retreat route!"

Hearing the movement, Gin's face turned gloomy: "Speed ​​up to our evacuation point."

"understand!"

After Vodka conveyed the order through the intercom, listening to the shouts of the police above, he couldn't help but feel lucky that his elder brother had thought carefully and planned a hidden retreat route in advance, otherwise they might really be surrounded.

Of course, it would be strange if there was no such arrangement.

After all, they were planning to blow up the entire "Suzuki" to the sky. If they had done such a crazy thing without planning a hidden retreat route in advance, Gin would have been caught long ago.

Only those who are arrogant and have no brains will survive long, and Gin has both, which is why it is troublesome.

As the two people quietly evacuated, the words of the Metropolitan Police Department personnel telling them to "surrender" came from the platform.

The commander-in-chief who led the team looked serious at the moment and did not dare to be careless at all.

When they first received the report, the police naturally thought it was a prank.

But because the location mentioned by the other party was very accurate and the incident involved was too large, they still sent personnel to investigate.

And when they inspected the bomb in Nagoya, the nature immediately became serious.

They immediately dispatched troops and began to evacuate the station staff based on the intelligence and recommendations of the mysterious informant.

Everything went smoothly during this period, but it wasn't long before a gunfight broke out on the "Suzuki" and news came that the last carriage had exploded. This immediately brought a sense of gloom and solemnity to everyone's hearts. At the same time, everyone no longer had any luck and was fully prepared for battle.

After the shouting on the platform ended, the gunmen launched a desperate counterattack. The anti-terrorist troops immediately threw a large amount of tear gas with anti-riot shields and began to pour rubber bullets into the crowd without hesitation.

There is no way, there are too many criminal organizations, and the impact of annihilating them all on the spot would be too great, so we should try our best to capture them alive.

Of course, at this current distance, the power of rubber bullets can also kill some unlucky people.

After two waves of fire coverage, the tear gas gradually dissipated. The commander looked at the scene in the station, held the loudspeaker in hand and gave the order again without any concealment:
  "Prepare to break in and replace all personnel with live ammunition!"

"Anyone who is found to be resisting inside is allowed to be shot and killed immediately!"

The murderous orders were issued, and the team members responded one after another. The deafening murderous aura frightened the few lucky people left in the station. Before they could get close, they dropped their weapons one after another, and lay on the ground with their heads in their hands, shouting. Surrender.

They were abandoned children, and all the resistance they had done before was just to escape.

But what they didn't expect was that since they were so well prepared, it would be okay for gunmen like them to bully ordinary people or the extreme.

But when it comes to elite troops trained according to anti-terrorism standards, there is absolutely no room for counterattack.

The firepower in their hands was simply not enough to break through the enemy's defense line. Coupled with their own brains and their desire to flee before fighting, their already weak sense of team battle instantly became plural.

How could a group of stragglers defeat a well-trained and orderly army?

So after being severely beaten by rubber eggs and hearing the police commander's harsh words, the gunmen completely gave up their resistance, recognized the reality and chose to surrender directly.

Not only that, there were also a few who were not injured, were clever and bold, and after being arrested, they actively cooperated and directly handed over gin and vodka in the hope of reducing their crimes.

They are Gin's subordinates, and they also know the terrible consequences of offending a guy like Gin.

But if you commit such a serious thing, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out for the rest of your life.

In this case, there is nothing to be afraid of. The clay figures are still angry. They are abandoned by the other party and are not allowed to bite back?

When he learned that the leader who planned the terrorist attack had escaped, the commander immediately adjusted his manpower to pursue him, but unfortunately he was slow at one step and step at a time.

As they searched around, Gin and Vodka had escaped into the back roads.

However, the situation of the two of them was not much better.

Although they escaped the roundup by the Metropolitan Police Department, their whereabouts were exposed and the FBI targeted them.

The speeding vehicles surrounded Gin's car from the front and rear. If he hadn't violently bumped into the car in front that was about to complete the blockade, he would have been stuck on the road just now.

"Bang bang bang!!"

Several gunshots were fired in succession, shattering the glass of Gin's car, and the broken glass splashed vodka onto his head.

But at the moment when he just fought back, he also saw clearly the enemy who attacked them.

Although they all wore hats and masks so that their faces could not be seen clearly, they could still tell that they were foreigners from the exposed skin and hair color.

"Brother, these are all foreigners!" Vodka turned around and took out his gun to fight back while shouting: "Not those strips from Neon!"

"It turns out they are waiting for us here."

Gin wiped away the blood from the scratch on his face and revealed a ferocious smile: "The only foreigners in the Neon Organization are from the FBI!!

After killing their ace, these guys finally ignored the superficial morality and started killing him without capturing him alive!
  Humph, you still cover up your face, do you think you can deceive others in this way? "

"Brother, what should we do now?"

Pressed down by a series of bullets and unable to raise his head, Vodka shot the two cars behind him one after another without looking back.

"What else can I do? Of course I will fight back!"

Gin observed the situation through the rearview mirror, driving with one hand and firing continuously with the other, "There are weapons under the rear driver's seat, go to the back with Vodka!"

"understand!"

When Vodka heard this, his honest face showed cruelty. He immediately put the co-pilot down, then moved to the rear driver's seat and took out a mini submachine gun from underneath.

“Da da da da!!!”

The ferocious firepower tilted towards the two chasing cars behind him in an instant.

Even though the two cars behind were bulletproof, the ferocious firepower still blew out the tires of one of the cars in an instant.

The car in hot pursuit rushed directly towards the woods nearby, but the other car did not retreat but moved forward and bit into it.

"boom!"

A figure appeared from the skylight without fear of the hail of bullets in front of him, and fired the vodka straight away. He felt that his hair stood up at this moment and immediately twisted his body forcefully.

The bullet tore through the flesh, and a little blood even spattered on Gin's face.

"Well"

Vodka clutched his shoulders in pain, and his back was already wet with cold sweat.

Although the crazy output just repelled one of the pursuers, it almost cost him his life.

If it wasn't for his instinct to wander around in danger that saved him, it wouldn't be the price he paid for being shot in the shoulder.

"Damn it, don't let me know who it is." Vodka didn't see clearly who it was and gasped in pain while covering his wound.

In fact, Judy fired the shot, and it was Kamel who drove the car. The threat level of the two's cooperation skyrocketed.

The two cars chased each other and turned into a hidden path before arriving on the highway. Seeing the ordinary road ahead, Gin stepped on the accelerator to the bottom to get rid of the enemy behind him.

But Kamel was not good at anything else. His driving skills were his only strength. Even under the firepower suppressed by the vodka submachine guns from both sides, he was still clinging to his back.

"It's really haunting." Gin looked at the enemy behind him who kept firing as if he wanted to blow out his tires, with a trace of anger flashing in his eyes: "Vodka, come here and drive!"

Vodka, who was covering his wound and shooting separately, turned his head and was stunned when he heard Gin's words, and then quickly jumped to the co-pilot and took over the steering wheel.

With a cold face, Gin lowered the driver's seat to the lowest position, grabbed Vodka's submachine gun and pointed it forward, moving towards the back seat.

Avoiding the bullets fired by Judy, Gin went to the other side of the car window and started pouring bullets calmly.

Compared with the violent vodka, the gin at this moment was like a precise and cold machine. Without wasting every bullet, it instantly suppressed the two people behind them and could not lift their heads.

　Happy Dragon Boat Festival to everyone~
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)