Atlas of Heaven and Man

Chen Chuan slowly walked into the carriage. He said, "So, you're the one in charge of the decorations on the train this time?"

The man frantically ran backward, grabbing the handle of the rear carriage. However, whether it was originally locked or he couldn't muster the strength in his panic, he couldn't open it after several tries.

He kept touching the door, kicking, hitting, pulling, but there was no way to break it open. Just as he was still trying, a hand came over and pressed his head against the car door with a bang. The man's face, including the secret ritual patterns on it, was instantly smashed to a pulp. Then, with a trail of blood, he slid softly to the ground.

Chen Chuan then glanced at his second self. The strong signs of fading had disappeared. Having caught this little ghost, without the node of this ritual, the urban legend would naturally not be confined here.

He turned back to the original carriage. At this moment, horrified screams suddenly rang out outside, along with sounds of people vomiting and shouting. The entire train seemed to be shaking.

He immediately knew that the passengers had broken free from the secret society's ritual. This must be because Director Lei had broken the outer ritual node.

At this moment, Lindenberg, who had been repeating the previous words, also woke up. He looked at his current situation and couldn't help but be a little surprised. Despite facing the bloodiness all over the ground, he remained quite calm. He looked at Chen Chuan, who was wearing a mask, "Sir, am I being hijacked?"

Chen Chuan's gaze fell on him, "You are safe now."

"Is Your Excellency from the Da Shun government?"

Although it was a question, Lindenberg's tone was very certain. He sized up the clothes on Chen Chuan's body, nodded, reached out to feel around, found a hat on the ground, put it on, and stood up, patting the dust off his body. He looked around, "It seems I am lucky."

He was indeed lucky, because out of the three company representatives present, he was the only one who survived. However, this was not entirely due to luck. It could be seen that under the scratched forehead skin, a dark gray skeleton close to the color of metal was exposed. It was an implanted hardened skull.

Lindenberg said, "Then Your Excellency came to rescue the passengers? I am also a passenger, so I must thank you."

He took off his hat, placed it on his chest, and bowed slightly, "Sven Lindenberg, business representative of Bolen Corporation, hereby thanks you for your help."

Chen Chuan nodded to him, then walked out with his knife. He passed through the carriage amidst the passengers' horrified and fearful gazes, came to a car door, tore off the iron chain wrapped around it, and walked outside.

The light outside was a little brighter than before. There were no more gunshots coming from the mountains on both sides. The members of the resistance organization there should have been taken down by his teammates.

At this time, he looked towards the sky. The hot air balloon that was originally hanging high there was drifting towards a place, seemingly about to fall. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

However, that was something Director Lei needed to deal with. What he had to do was already completed.

Lindenberg then followed him out of the car, holding a briefcase in his hand, standing not far behind, and said, "Please forgive me, the bloody smell in the car is too strong."

Chen Chuan ignored him.

The passengers in the car were originally frightened and didn't dare to run around. Now, seeing that no one was controlling them and getting off the train seemed to be okay, they hurriedly ran off the train, because the environment in the car was really not something ordinary people could stay in.

Chen Chuan then heard the sound of cars coming from a distance and turned to look. It was a patrol car of the Armed Patrol Bureau.

In order not to arouse the suspicion of the resistance organization, most of the Patrol Bureau officers had been arranged in the city in advance. However, when the telegram was sent out, Guan Yuming immediately sent out a team of people who had been prepared long ago. The resistance organization members who went to stop them naturally couldn't stop the large group of patrol officers.

When the patrol car arrived in front of him, the patrol officers were shocked when they saw Chen Chuan, because the mask was really intimidating. A captain took the lead to walk up and said in a low voice, "Brother Chen?" He looked at the train inside again, "Solved?"

Chen Chuan nodded and took out his weapons permit to signal. He didn't intend to take off the mask, so as to avoid a lot of trouble afterwards.

The captain felt relieved after seeing it, saluted him, and then immediately turned around to arrange for manpower and coroners to enter the train carriage for inspection.

Chen Chuan also briefly explained the situation to him. After hearing this, the latter immediately sent people to the mountains on both sides to check the situation. Not long after, Wei Changan and Ren Xiaotian also came down from the mountains on both sides and reunited with him again.

They seemed to be more relaxed and no one was injured.

Because Ren Xiaotian had the cooperation of the combat spiders, the resistance organization members didn't form any decent resistance at all and were taken down by them.

Wei Changan's side was a little more troublesome, because they needed to pass through a section of mountain road. Fortunately, there were not many people there, and in addition, the personnel, firearms, and equipment were all superior to the other side, so there was no difficulty in solving it.

Because the train could not be blocked here for a long time and had to be started, and the situation at the scene was already very clear, there was no need to explore the cause of death. Therefore, it took about three quarters of an hour to clean up all the corpses and fragments, and then check the identity and tickets of each person before the patrol officers let the passengers get back on the train.

Lindenberg then walked up to Chen Chuan, presented a name card with both hands, and said:

"I think I will be separated from Your Excellency. This is my personal name card. If Your Excellency wants to buy Bolen Corporation's implants, you can come to the Central City to find me. I can help Your Excellency get the most favorable price. Bolen Corporation has a very good reputation in the world market in terms of sensory function and nerve implants."

He was very smart and never took the initiative to ask Chen Chuan's name from beginning to end, but just handed over such a name card.

Chen Chuan did not refuse and reached out to take it. He didn't need this kind of thing, but going to the Central City, it was inevitable to deal with these companies.

Even if he didn't need it himself, he couldn't guarantee that the people he knew would need it.

Seeing the passengers returning to the car tremblingly under the arrangement of the patrol officers, he said to everyone, "Everyone, our mission is over, we can go back now."

At this time, the patrol officers had already transmitted the situation here back through the radio. After Guan Yuming received it, he felt relieved. Although almost all of the company representatives were dead, fortunately most of the passengers survived.

He called the bureau as soon as possible, and after connecting, he reported the situation again. At the end, he said, "Director, we could have saved those people before the train was intercepted."

The director's voice came, "Save them before? Show it to whom? We are willing to do things, but we can't do it silently. We also need to let others know that you are doing things, especially for some people, we can't let them think that we are doing these things for granted."

"This time, many company representatives have died."

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"They are foreign companies, not our Da Shun companies, what does it have to do with us? Did I invite them here? Without these people, Yangzhi is more peaceful!"

Guan Yuming said in a deep voice, "These companies may put pressure on the Political Affairs Office afterwards, after all, the incident happened in our Yangzhi City."

The voice on the other side of the microphone said meaningfully, "Lao Guan, I won't be in this position for long, you need to be clear about what the superiors really think." After saying that, he hung up the phone with a click.

At the same time that Chen Chuan solved the matter on the train, Director Lei had already led the secret society patrol officers to chase after the place where the hot air balloon crashed.

It was just that the place was in the mountains. It looked very close, but it was actually very difficult to walk. Some steep slopes had to be detoured, so it took nearly an hour to reach the place where the hot air balloon crashed. It was just a very obvious result. There was no one in the basket.

The team members took off their hats and said breathlessly, "Director, it seems that the person has run away."

Director Lei looked at the surrounding traces. He pondered for a moment and said, "Not necessarily."

He turned around and said to the people below, "After returning, send a telegram and let the patrol bureau cooperate to check everyone who came down from the car and try to verify the identity of each person."

On the other side, the restarted Changshun train finally entered Yangzhi City Station after three quarters of an hour. After the train stopped steadily, the frightened passengers ran down from the train station as if they were escaping.

Among the crowd, a young man with long hair walked down. He was carrying a drawing board and walked towards the exit unhurriedly. Compared with the passengers with messy steps, he seemed very normal, so normal that he seemed a little out of place.

After leaving the station, he stood in the square, looked at the somewhat dazzling sunlight, and stretched out a hand to the right. After a while, a high-end car stopped beside him.

He walked over, opened the car door, and sat in the back seat. After the car door closed, the driver turned his head and asked, "Sir, was the art exhibition this time successful?"

The man sighed in a slightly magnetic voice, "It's a pity, this art exhibition was too rushed, there were too many flaws, it was not a successful work. I think I need to find inspiration in another place."

"Sir, where are we going next?"

The man smiled, "Let's go to the Central City here, there must be more people craving new colors."

"Okay, sir, please sit tight."

The man smiled, put his hand on the open car window, and then waved it gently outside, as if saying goodbye to someone invisible. Then the car slowly left the station square and drove towards the national highway.

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