Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

"What would you like, sir?" the waiter in the dining car asked with a smile.

"Sweet, some sweet drinks, and biscuits, also sweet." Zhuang Xuteng opened his collar and almost collapsed on the bar of the dining car. He was breathing heavily, swallowing hard, and his fingers were trembling slightly.

"These are 7 euros in total, please pay first." The waiter was still smiling.

Zhuang Xuteng looked over with disbelief, took out a fifty euro note from his pocket and threw it in his face. Then, he quickly picked up the drink and drank it, tore open the package of biscuits and stuffed two mouthfuls into his mouth, then sprayed the biscuit crumbs and said: "Change, there is no tip in it! Damn it."

"Okay." The waiter finally stopped smiling. He slowly found 43 euros and placed them on the bar.

Zhuang Xuteng drank the sweet orange-flavored drinks and chocolate biscuits one after another. Although these were synthetic counterfeit products, the sugar in them was still sugar. As an actor who has become a monk on the way, Zhuang Xuteng recalled how diabetics would behave at this time in film and television works, while trying to imitate them. He pretended to suppress his anger and ordered some more food.

The waiter didn't smile, he just turned around and served silently. Zhuang Xuteng took the opportunity to scan the dining car with his shadow eye. The family of four and four other scattered passengers who stopped here to dine did not have implants, or only had the most rudimentary medical implants, and the shadow signal response was not strong.

Finally, he set his sights on the waiter, and the energy signal from the shadow was as strong as a searchlight. Zhuang Xuteng's mouth twitched, and he felt that he should have thought of it earlier. The only people who can stay in the dining car for a long time without arousing suspicion, except for the passengers who linger here - such as the character he is about to play - are the waiters.

Zhuang Xuteng calmed down a little and immediately returned to being a dissatisfied passenger. He muttered under his breath that the train service was not good and he would definitely complain about it. He controlled the volume so that ordinary people would not be able to hear it, but he believed that the implants in the waiter's ears would be able to capture it. At the same time, he poked his head around the small food processing station where the waiter was, as if he was worried that some "biological condiments" would be added to his food.

A curry chicken cutlet rice bowl, coffee with double sugar and double sugar. Zhuang Xuteng gave a tip this time. "For the sake of you not tampering with the food." He carried the rice to the dining table and ate slowly, looking openly at the scenery outside the window and the waiter behind the bar.

The phone in his arms vibrated, and Zhuang Xuteng saw an unknown number. Nightingale and Yanque wanted to establish a communication network for the team. In order to be more secretive, they chose to use mobile phone communication signals so that Zhuang Xuteng and Ge Gongdao in the carriage did not need to wear headphones. There is a saying that if you see someone wearing headphones for no reason, they are either a PCPD or a spy. Anyway, they are not normal people. Zhuang Xuteng snorted softly, picked up the phone, and heard the voice of Nightingale.

"The arrangements have been made and the paper contract documents will be sent to the venue in advance. Does the leader have any other instructions?"

If the decryption method communicated in advance is used, the meaning of this paragraph is: the line is safe and the number is locked. If it is difficult to speak, then use a simple message.

"Send me another copy of the outline, and I'll familiarize myself with it." Zhuang Xuteng replied: "I'll just keep an eye on it. I don't have anything else to do. It's already so late, so you should take the time to rest!"

The translation is: it is inconvenient to speak, the information is sent in text form; the suspected target has been found and is being watched; be careful and act cautiously.

Zhuang Xuteng changed the temporary number to "Little Secretary", then put his mobile phone on the table and continued to eat slowly and orderly. After a while, the phone vibrated and a briefing was sent.

Everyone is progressing smoothly and everything is implemented according to plan. The locomotive started, followed from the branch road, and was already on the same track as the treasure train. The helicopter has already set off. Although the wind and rain have affected it, Grove is very confident about landing. Nightingale and Yanqiao have already connected to the train's system through the pre-set channels and are isolating the system of the treasure house carriage.

At the other end of the carriage, Ge Gongdao had already set his sights on the main road and was gearing up to deal with the guards inside. Nightingale and Yanque connected to the surveillance of the treasure house car. There were two guards inside, sitting back to back on chairs. Each one was holding a shadow follower firearm and wearing bulletproof clothing. There is an alarm device 20 centimeters away from their hands, which can send out an emergency call signal if the train is attacked.

The next step for Nightingale and Rockbird is to block this signal.

There are two people in the treasure house car, and there is only one Brother Dao. It may take a lot of effort to solve it. It's best to go in and help him - Zhuang Xuteng thought - the prerequisite is to deal with the waiter in the dining car, if he is indeed the security guard here.

Regarding this, Zhuang Xuteng had already thought of a countermeasure. He released the invisible ghost servant and let it reach the rear of the carriage, get out from under the door crack, and knock on the iron door from the outside. Dong-dong-dong, three knocks in a row, and the nearest passenger heard it. Zhuang Xuteng moved closer to the bar at the front of the dining car, pretending not to hear anything and observing the waiter with his peripheral vision.

The man suddenly became alert and turned his ears to listen carefully to the sounds at the back of the car while looking at the passengers in the dining car. His eyes swept over Zhuang Xuteng and continued to eat while looking through the files on his phone, directly getting rid of the suspicion. The waiter didn't find any problems with the passengers and was still doubting. Zhuang Xuteng asked the resentful spirit servant to knock twice more.

This time the sound was softer, and the passengers at the rear of the carriage couldn't hear it clearly, but the attendant's enhanced hearing would never miss it. He put down what he was doing, opened the bar cover, walked out, and walked straight to the back of the car. Zhuang Xuteng looked at him with a puzzled expression, then looked back curiously. This reaction is so normal that no one would doubt it.

The waiter walked to the trunk and listened closely. The passenger next to him made a knocking gesture and explained to him the strange noise he had just heard. Zhuang Xuteng watched his performance quietly. Now he was absolutely sure that this waiter was not just a person with many implants and a large number of shadow slaves. He was one of the security guards of the treasure house carriage.

With such keen hearing, he must be killed first. The success of the operation is based on secrecy, but no matter how silent it is, the sound of a carriage rising into the sky will definitely be heard by this person.

Zhuang Xuteng picked up his cell phone, reported the news that the waiter was a guard, and asked Nightingale and Yanque to spy on him to see if he had communication equipment on him.

Five minutes passed, and ten minutes passed, but the reply from Nightingale and Rockbird did not arrive. Zhuang Xuteng was the only passenger dining in the dining car. Although the waiter couldn't find any clues from the back door, he still stared in that direction. Zhuang Xuteng carefully weighed the situation and believed that the current opportunity was the best and he could not wait any longer. After all, the trains would start docking soon.

He wiped his mouth with his napkin, took his plate to the bar, placed it on it, and asked for two more sweet fruit drinks, plus a box of chocolate candies. He explained to the flight attendant that he had low blood sugar before and was in critical condition. At that time, sugar was life-saving and it was really unkind to pay the bill first before eating.

"But you're just a part-time worker. You have to implement any regulations above. You'll be the one to bear the blame if you make any mistakes, and you'll be the one to bear the blame if you get scolded - I can understand it completely." Zhuang Xuteng sighed and said: " Okay, that’s all, here’s your tip, take it.”

Zhuang Xuteng took a tip of five euros and asked the invisible ghost servant to sneak into the kitchen. Just when the waiter was about to reach out and take the tip, the ghost servant lightly knocked on the iron cabinet of the small kitchen, "Boom".

The sound caught the waiter's attention, and he immediately turned his head and looked to the side and behind. At this moment, Zhuang Xuteng grabbed his wrist with his left hand, used the super-calculated martial arts five-dodge technique to prevent him from breaking free, and began to absorb the shadow energy.

The waiter immediately felt something was wrong. He glared at Zhuang Xuteng and activated various shadow equipment on his body. Unfortunately, due to Zhuang Xuteng's absorption interference, the start-up speed of these devices was seriously affected. Whether it was high speed or high burst, they were not as bright as usual. And Zhuang Xuteng didn't just rely on shadow energy absorption. He took off the tactical pen from his belt with his right hand, removed its disguise, then swung the armor-breaking hammer and smashed it on the head.

"Boom." The force of the armor-breaking hammer directly destroyed the armored skin and the protection of any implant protective layer, directly destroying the brain. The waiter still kept his eyes wide open, and his body fell limply to the ground.

Zhuang Xuteng rolled over the bar, then dragged the waiter's body into the small kitchen. He took out a wire rope from his pocket and strangled his neck tightly, then took out a body bag and put it in it. He rummaged quickly in the kitchen and took out the "Closed" sign and placed it on the bar outside. Zhuang Xuteng had seen this brand when he took this train before, and this detail really came in handy.

A tingling sensation surged up his arms, past his shoulders, and tried to spread toward his heart and brain. Zhuang Xuteng quickly activated the dormant martial arts to transfer these side effects to the mice. Absorbing shadow energy from a living body will cause this phenomenon. Huge resentment (side effects) will rush over, and Zhuang Xuteng must find a way to resolve it.

The mice died one by one, and painkillers were injected into their necks to finally withstand the tide of side effects and slowly push them back. Zhuang Xuteng moved his left arm. Although his movement was not affected, it continued to be sore, as if he had just completed a hundred push-ups with one arm. Although this tactic of absorbing other people's shadow energy and paralyzing their implants is extremely valuable, it has too much stamina. If he were not pursuing a one-hit kill as reliably as possible, Zhuang Xuteng would not want to choose this tactic.

Tie your neck and wrap it in a bag so the blood won't flow everywhere. This body must be taken away, and it can be dumped in the treasure house car for a while. The key now is to ensure the success of the follow-up operations. At this time, the phone vibrated, and the message came. Nightingale said that she had already checked it out, and there was no continuous communication signal on the waiter, so it was impossible to judge whether he had the ability to communicate externally.

"I have already dealt with him." Zhuang Xuteng dialed the phone and said to Nightingale: "I want to go in and deal with the guards in the treasure house car together later. Can you coordinate to open the door at the same time?"

"No problem." Nightingale said: "We have blocked the signal in the carriage, it is under our control, and..."

The car body trembled slightly. Ordinary people will think that this is the normal bumps of the train, but those with sensitive touch will find that the direction of the shaking is front and back. This shows that the rear train has caught up and connected, and the speeding operation has officially begun.

"Now, don't wait for their footsteps to come, notify the other end." Zhuang Xuteng came to the back of the carriage with a shadow gun in his left glove and an armor-piercing hammer in his right hand. He opened the rear door of the dining car, and opposite was the riot-proof reinforced steel door of the treasure house car.

There is only a simple connection between the two carriages, that is, only the lower base is connected together, and there is no closed canvas on the sides and above the head. Zhuang Xuteng was as if he was outside the car, where the wind was howling, blowing from behind him and surrounding him. Zhuang Xuteng took a deep breath and was ready to rush in as soon as the door opened. And he suddenly found a head at his feet. It turned out to be Nightingale peeking out from under the car and looking at him.

"Do I want to pull you up?" Zhuang Xuteng gestured with his left hand. He dared not speak now, for fear that the people in the carriage also had extremely enhanced hearing.

Nightingale shook her head, opened her palms, and then folded her fingers one by one. Five seconds countdown, Zhuang Xuteng understood. He activated the neck implant and automatically injected stimulant and oxygen-increasing drugs to enhance Zhuang Xuteng's mobility in a short period of time. Then, he pushed one leg against the wall behind him, activated the pressure muscle implant of the leg, and began to accumulate strength. Although this is not an explosive leg muscle implant, since it allows people to jump high vertically, it can provide lateral propulsion.

When the hands are clenched into fists, the door opens, kicks are kicked, and people rush in. Zhuang Xuteng rushed into the treasure house carriage like an arrow from a string, while on the opposite side, Ge Gongdao also ran in. The two of them saw the two heavily armored security guards sitting in the middle of the carriage at the same time. They all raised their hands, aimed their shadow guns at the two attackers, and at the same time reached for the alarm.

Nightingale and Yanque said that they had isolated the alarm signal, but Zhuang Xuteng and Ge Gongdao still did not dare to be careless, and unanimously chose to destroy the alarm as their first target. The shadow gun, which had been charged up in advance, fired first. Two ghost energy bullets flew straight towards the alarm device, smashing it to pieces.

The security guard's shadow gun opened fire a little later. Before that, Zhuang Xuteng and Ge Gongdao had already begun to twist their bodies to dodge. They relied on super-computing martial arts to predict the aiming direction of the gun, and combined it with the maximum turning ability of the ghost energy bullets to choose the best avoidance path. The ghost energy bombs will fly out against their bodies without causing any harm.

Sure enough, both shots were avoided, and the two men quickly closed in. The two heavily armed security guards roared angrily and drew out their electrified machetes, preparing to stab him, but they underestimated their speed of response and their tacit understanding of cooperation.

Zhuang Xuteng swung his armor-breaking hammer and hit the man in front of him on the head, forcing him to dodge. It's just that he let his head avoid the path of the armor-piercing hammer. What about his companions behind him? Can that guy listen to the wind and tell the difference? At the same time, Ge Gongdao used fierce elbow strikes to suppress the opponent in front of him, causing him to dodge under the influence of conditioned reflexes. The direction of the dodge put his head in the path of the armor-piercing hammer.

"Bang!" The hammer hit hard. As for the "lucky guy" who was closer to Zhuang Xuteng, although he avoided the hammer, behind him was the iron knee of Ge Gongdao. In fact, it is difficult to compare which is more dangerous, a hammer on the head or an iron knee on the back of the head. Although the two heavily armored security guards did not die immediately due to their helmets, their heads were already buzzing and the cars were spinning in their field of vision.