Chapter 839 People Have Three Urgent Needs

Raymond ran into the lobby of the South Railway Station carrying the Baleno paper bag.

The hall is filled with sunlight, and golden light shines in from the elliptical tortoise shell-shaped dome above the head. Each piece of tempered glass is spliced ​​so tightly that it looks like a whole. The huge space is enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people crowded together at the same time.

It is indeed a station in a big city. Regardless of whether it is practical or not, the style is just like that of his grandma. At least it is not like when I was trying to catch a train in India and almost got pushed off the platform and was crushed to death.

But a big place also has big disadvantages. For example, Raymond couldn't find a toilet in this miniature bird's nest.

As he trotted in the hall, he looked around for the bathroom. Since the South Railway Station had not yet been officially put into use, many facilities were not properly prepared, such as the bathroom signs that should have been everywhere. After getting off the platform and entering the lobby, it was easy to find him. On the way, there was no one around to ask for directions and nowhere to go.

It's still the same now when we enter the lobby. The rows of seats are empty. Only in the direction of the convenience store can we see the dozing clerk, and the workers in the lobby wearing headphones and swaying to their own beats. The cleaning girl.

Raymond carried the Baleno paper bag and locked eyes with the cleaning girl who was listening to the song and trotted over. Before he could open his mouth, he was almost hit by the mop raised as a microphone from the opposite side. He only managed to avoid the crowd of people with a big jump. Mop cotton for sewage.

"Holy shit, please pay attention, okay?" Raymond lowered his head and patted his trouser legs in shock. This was his last set of clothes that he could change into. He was reluctant to change into them now that he had finally arrived in China. If they got dirty again, he would There is no place to change.

However, the cleaning girl didn't notice Raymond. She was still enjoying herself, her black hair was swung like a propeller, and she even put on sunglasses in a very coquettish manner to imitate the singer bending down to mimic, without knowing that there was music in her earphones. What a classic hard rock.

Raymond glanced at the cleaning girl's headphones. Hey, they were from Sony. The quality of life of the Chinese people is improving day by day. Isn't this set of equipment impossible to buy? But this is not something he should worry about anymore. What he really worries about now is his crotch that is about to ejaculate.

"Good sister, ask for directions, where is the toilet!" Raymond took his hand out of his pocket and quickly reached in front of the cleaning girl, snapped his fingers, and then quickly took it back, adding a smile that he thought was handsome.

When you are away from home, even if you are working as a hard worker, you must not forget the most arrogant demeanor in the execution department. Otherwise, his execution department code name of 'B007' is fake?

"Who is your good sister? Can a man pretend to be gay these days?" Unexpectedly, the cleaning girl ignored him at all. She pushed up her sunglasses and continued to twist around with the mop, almost bumping her butt. Raymond.

"Nice butt, personality, woman, you caught my attention." That's what Raymond wanted to say, but after all, he was a man with a family, and this method of flirting with girls might have been handy five years ago. After you have a wife, no matter how you were a prodigal before, you still have to pretend to be a landlubber outside.

"Sister, I can't hold it in any longer. Where is the toilet?" Raymond asked for help honestly.

"Small, big?" The cleaning girl impatiently took off her earphones and looked at Raymond sideways through her sunglasses. She was even chewing gum in her mouth. AC/DC's "Highway to Hell" was playing in her earphones. No wonder It's so fun to twist.

"Does it matter?" Raymond felt that his hip muscles were beginning to loosen, which was not good news.

"Yes, and it's very big." The cleaning girl nodded matter-of-factly.

Ouch, I have such a bad temper.

Raymond thought to himself that everyone wears sunglasses, but your Tyrannosaurus Rex probably only costs a few hundred dollars. I press the hidden button and it can be used as a frag grenade. I can act like an agent just by wearing sunglasses! Are you 007 or am I 007? Do you have to worry about whether you go to the toilet, big or small, sir? !

"?" The cleaning girl couldn't hear the rich psychological activities under Raymond Jiang's purple face, and tilted her head to examine the foreigner, "Half a million?"

Raymond didn't understand the cleaning girl's half-million joke, so he succumbed to the increasingly strong sense of shit and answered honestly, "The big one."

"If you are older, take a long way to the bathroom on the second floor of Port B. Don't go into the restrooms in other places. You can't pull out after entering. The cubicle doors are locked and the pits are still being repaired." Seeing Raymond relent, he said , the cleaning girl curled her lips, probably meaning that I really don’t like you as a ghost, but she still raised her finger to point in the direction and continued to put on the earphones. That’s called being undistracted.

Raymond was relieved, and finally understood why he ran all the way without seeing the bathroom door. It seemed that renting out the entire train station came at a price. If he was later, he would have to look for a shop selling pants in the station. .

"Hey, wait." The cleaning girl suddenly thought and raised her hand to stop Raymond, "By the way, ghost guy, no, that dark foreign guy, where did you come from? Wearing this look, I remember us This station hasn’t been put into use yet!”

"Just a passerby who borrowed the toilet!" After Raymond knew the location of the toilet, he ran away. He didn't care about the cleaning girl's long reflex arc. He just handed over the task after taking a shit. It's better to do less than to do more. .

The cleaning girl chewed gum and watched Raymond rush to the bathroom of Port B and shrugged. She put on her headphones and started playing the next song without any care. She even picked up the mop and played it as a guitar. few times.

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Sure enough, according to the cleaning girl's instructions, Raymond plunged into the toilet that had not been renovated yet. He felt like he was back in India, full of nostalgia. Bah, he missed it so much. There was no toilet paper in the toilet. He washed his hands for at least three days after going to the toilet for the first time.

He rushed directly to the last pit, loosened his belt and tugged on his jeans, and he squatted down like a standard Asian, even more Chinese than a Chinese. This was all thanks to his wife being a 100% pure Chinese - he couldn't pull himself out while squatting on the toilet. With such purity, the possibility of things like toilets appearing in his home was eliminated, and B007 became good at squatting.

Then he had diarrhea, which made him feel so happy. Raymond thought that Li Bai, the great poet in China, might also have diarrhea suddenly. He squatted in the wild and happened to see a waterfall, so he wrote "Floating Down Three Thousand Miles". It is a quatrain like the Milky Way falling into the sky."

It is said that people’s minds are idle when they have a poop, and they like to think about things when they are idle. Raymond is no exception. Normally, he should take out his mobile phone and play with it, but unfortunately, the mobile phone he is wearing now is a special emergency model of the Executive Department. It only has the function of answering designated calls. Apart from communicating feelings with the executive director, it is just a brick. At most, it can be used to check the time and be used as a grenade to throw.

He was so damn convinced by the idiots in the equipment department. Why do they like to make everything into bombs? Glasses are bombs, mobile phones are bombs, and passports can be bombs. Every time he goes on a mission, he feels like a self-destructing infantryman. These gadgets really came in handy when traveling through Afghanistan, but when traveling through crowded places like India, he was always worried that someone would press the bomb button somewhere on his body, and the next second he would be Hu Akbar.

India, India is such a fucked up place. There are people everywhere, the temperature is life-threatening, the food is shit, and the traffic is even shit. If he hadn’t been on a tour with a beautiful blond tour guide sister, he might have been able to do it. Abandoned himself in New Delhi. Alas, he regretted it when he thought of the blonde tour guide sister. He really shouldn't have shown off in front of the tour group and drank the glass of Ganges water handed over by the tour guide sister. No matter how much her smile healed him, he couldn't cure his madness. It keeps getting rare for several days.

Ouch, ouch, here it comes again, the big one is coming.

There was a smooth sound in the toilet again. At the same time, the door of the toilet was pushed open, and the sounds of hustle and bustle came in from the outside, accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

"Work has started. This afternoon we have to redo the tiles and drainage of the toilets on the second floor of Area B. I just came down and ordered that the floor tiles have to be dug up and reburied." A captain wearing a yellow safety helmet left. Come in and clap your hands and shout.

"Don't. Re-bury it? How long will it take? It all refers to the tiles in all the bathrooms on the second floor?" The two maintenance workers who followed behind complained.

"Don't complain blindly. I'm getting angry when you say that. Can't we do it all over again? Team Shen found temporary workers from nowhere. He even forgot to lay tiles and waterproof the second floor! You want to queue up underground to catch the train? Is there a water leak? Didn't the supervising engineer come over and scold everyone? Fortunately, our own people discovered it early, otherwise everyone would have been scolded and maybe the extra engineering fees would have been deducted from our wages." The maintenance captain looked unhappy and walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the sink and washed his hands.

"Ah, damn, I have to work overtime today. I have to pick up my daughter from school in the afternoon." The maintenance worker put his pocket on the sink and put it down.

"Ask your wife to pick it up." Another maintenance worker also put down his pocket, opened the zipper and took out the impact drill.

"She still has to go to school." The first maintenance worker also opened the zipper of his pocket and rubbed it inside.

"Um, then why don't you pick up your daughter by the way?"

"Holy shit, my wife teaches in college, and my daughter is in kindergarten."

"There are many beautiful female college students in your wife's university."

"Stop chatting, it's time to get to work." The maintenance captain said, reaching into one of his pockets to fish out a black, loaded submachine gun with a low sound.

Raymond, who was squatting in the last pit, probably lost interest after listening to a few words, and continued to pull his daddy. By the way, he expressed his heart for this group of unlucky workers. He knew how big the train hall was. At that time, he ran I almost didn't make it in time when I ran to the bathroom on the second floor. Who knows how many bathroom tiles on the entire second floor had to be dug out and replaced.

A deafening sound of impact drills rang out outside, along with the sound of shattering tiles. In the closed bathroom, it almost shattered people's eardrums. Raymond could only hold Baleno's bag between his knees and his body. He blocked his ears with his hands.

At this time, he saw a pair of boots covered with mud appearing under the partition of the cubicle. It was probably a maintenance worker who noticed him and stopped in front of his pit.

Raymond took the initiative and knocked on the baffle to alert that there was someone on the other side, but unfortunately his knock was drowned out by the thud of the impact drill.

"Damn, can you stop for a second?" Raymond was depressed.

As if hearing his voice, the impact drill stopped for a while, probably for cooling or something, and then he had the opportunity to shout, "It's still being pulled here, you go about your business, I'll finish the work and leave soon." "

"I've never heard of anyone here? Which unit do you belong to?" asked the maintenance captain standing outside the door.

"Passers, please use the toilet to poop. Don't worry about me. I'm so quick. Just poop and leave!" Raymond explained quickly.

"Oh, then hurry up and it stinks."

Raymond rolled his eyes and said, "Does your shit taste good?" He opened his mouth to say sorry when the hammer drill sounded again, and this time it was not only his voice that was covered, but also a series of fatal submachine gun fires.

Amidst the noise of the impact drill, the muzzle flame that rose instantly projected several figures onto the ceiling and wall of the bathroom. The yellow bullet shells ejected in a graceful arc and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. Standing at the door of the end compartment, the maintenance captain wearing overalls held the firearm in his hand expressionlessly and poured out 100 rounds of bullets from the spiral magazine in just 2.3 seconds!

The entire partition made of anti-multiple special plates was beaten into a sieve. Flying debris and dust splashed across the maintenance captain's cheek, leaving blood stains. A few ejected into the helmet and made a banging sound. After 2.3 seconds of strafing, The maintenance captain raised the muzzle of the submachine gun, and a maintenance worker holding the same gun behind him pulled the trigger and continued to pour out firepower until another hundred rounds of bullets were empty.

The maintenance team leader, who was shirtless and took off his overalls, raised his hand. The hammer drill stopped working. The whole bathroom was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. White smoke was coming out of the two slightly fired muzzles, and the floor was covered tightly. A layer of yellow bullet casings, broken flying debris and tile fragments were covered, and the residual temperature even made the temperature of the entire space rise a bit.

The submachine gun was gently placed on the ground. The maintenance team leader took out a lightweight Glock 23 from his waist and pushed open the partition door close to the sieve in a tactical posture. In fact, he could almost see through the hole. Behind him was a man in black lying flat on the ground, with no time to lift his pants.

"Dead?" Not far away, a maintenance worker holding a hammer drill took out a gun from his pocket and asked in a low voice.

"Not necessarily, maybe there is still breath." The maintenance captain gently pushed open the sieve-like partition door and said calmly while looking at the man lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

"How could it be possible that even an elephant wouldn't be able to survive being shot with two hundred bullets in this situation?" the maintenance worker said in disbelief.

"Are you questioning my judgment?" the maintenance captain asked.

"Don't dare." The maintenance worker who spoke was silent. The cadres' orders are absolute, the cadres' judgment is correct, and the cadres' power is invincible. This is the iron law of their 'hive' organization. A cadre like him is far from the truth. The little character whose position is still out of reach might have been directly eliminated just by questioning him just now.

"Only people who know hybrids know how incredible this creature is." The maintenance team leader said calmly, looking down at the man lying completely on his side in a pool of blood and curled up in front of the surging water tank.

At this moment, his eyes seemed to have turned pale gold as the gun barrel heated up after a round of firing.

The two maintenance workers swallowed when they saw the captain's discolored eyes, but there was also some fanaticism in their eyes. This is the characteristic of cadres and the goal they strive for when they join the organization. One day they will be as capable as the captain. Have this strong appearance!

"Have you been protecting the things you transported until your death?" The maintenance captain glanced at the bathroom and couldn't find what he wanted. He saw the man curling up and seemed to be hugging something, and he realized it.

"It's my fault that you were chosen by the organization." The maintenance captain walked over, raised his gun and pointed it at the man. It wasn't that he was too cautious and he was thinking of finishing the attack, but he knew that if the man in this compartment was indeed He was a hybrid, and the subsonic bullets fired from the mini-submachine gun just now might not have completely killed the opponent. At least he noticed now that although this man was lying in a pool of blood, there was not even a single bullet hole on his exposed head. The life force of a hybrid was so strong that it was possible to save his head even if it blossomed.

Suddenly, the maintenance captain's face changed slightly as if he thought of something.

When 200 rounds of mini-submachine guns are fired in a small compartment, what is the possibility that not a single bullet hits the opponent's head? He just subconsciously fired all the bullets at that crouching position. Even if the opponent fell to the ground, he would still be plowed by the second round of bullets.

unless

The maintenance captain suddenly raised the Glock and aimed it at the man's head, but at this moment, an incredible burst of light suddenly burst out from the man. It was nearly 4,000 lumens of light, instantly turning the entire toilet stall into a Inside the blazing incandescent lamp, the two people who were staring at the man suddenly screamed.

The light came and went quickly, but it was not so easy to regain sight. The three men, including the maintenance team leader, who were suddenly hit by the sudden disaster, became temporarily blind. The dazzling light made their eyes instantly turn red with tears in pain. Under the influence of the gun, the two deputies who couldn't hold back at first began to shoot wildly into the compartment, but all the bullets they fired made a shattering sound after hitting the tiles and the ground.

The maintenance captain stabilized his mind amidst the loud gunshots in his ears. He first retreated to the corner and waited for a deep breath. His eyesight was also the first to recover. He squinted and scanned the entire bathroom, but he couldn't see the person who should have been shot to death. The corpse's shadow was gone.

Did the opponent dodge all the bullets? No, how is this possible? The blood on the ground proved that the other party must have been shot, and the injury was serious!

Wait, is the other party wearing a body armor?

That's not right. He clearly remembered that when he secretly observed Raymond before, this man was only wearing a black T-shirt!

Is it a bulletproof T-shirt?

The maintenance team leader immediately felt a little ridiculous. Such a thin fabric had no room for interlayers. How could it be bulletproof? What material is this bulletproof T-shirt made of?

".Silicon carbide porcelain plate, ceramic matrix, four generations of hair fiber composite lamination combination, still imitating Armani's summer trend, you have never seen the fucking world, you idiot!" It seems to read the maintenance captain The voice of a man out of breath sounded outside the bathroom. That person was Raymond. He was leaning against the wall outside the bathroom, gasping for air. His left arm was bleeding profusely. The T-shirt on his body was at least embedded with dozens of deformed subsonic warheads.

"You must have never seen the world. If it weren't for this mission, I wouldn't have seen it either. Ouch, it fucking hurts me." Raymond glanced down at the warhead on his T-shirt, then lifted it up to look at it again. His body was covered in bruises, and his face was full of pain. Even if a bulletproof vest hit him at this distance, it would feel the same as being shot.

But what was more serious than these injuries were the two bloody holes on his left forearm and upper arm. Even if a subsonic bullet at this distance penetrates a partition door with sufficient strength, it can penetrate his body directly. After all, he is not a hybrid that is outstanding in body.

"But there's something even worse coming soon, you haven't seen it yet, bitch! Lower your head!" Putting down his T-shirt, Raymond yelled angrily into the bathroom.

The maintenance captain's face suddenly twitched, and he lowered his head as if he suddenly noticed something. He found that a black mobile phone had been left at the feet of his two team members at some point, and a blood-red tree appeared on the screen of the mobile phone. A half-decayed tree, with a countdown below it. When his eyes fell on the screen, the countdown happened to reach 0:0:0.

He opened his mouth for a moment as if he was going to shout and chant something, but unfortunately it was too late to do anything he wanted to do.

The door of the bathroom shattered with a bang, and a large cloud of gunpowder smoke and debris rushed out. Like a mud dragon, it rushed directly through the aisle outside and shattered the glass of the guardrail on the second floor of Area B. There were a few screams and glass on the ground floor. Only a few ascend to heaven. The entire South Railway Station was awakened by the huge explosion.

"This is the first time I'm so damn grateful to those bomb maniacs in the Equipment Department!" Beside the falling smoke, Raymond, who was using the wall as a cover, covered his arms and walked away, gritting his teeth. Cough said.