Chapter 840 Reinforcement
Raymond remembers that when he was in elementary school, he always entered the classroom on time, never a minute early or a minute late, because there was often a very strange phenomenon in places like schools.
That is, if you are late too much, you will definitely be punished by the teacher. When you work hard the next day, get up out of bed at five o'clock in the morning, pack yourself up, run to school, and sit in the classroom early, you will find that you will also be lectured by the teacher.
Neither too early nor too late is a good thing. Raymond didn't understand it very well when he was a child, but when he grew up, B007 took this sentence seriously. It's really not a good thing to come too early. According to his original doubts and questions, When the teacher asked why, the teacher’s answer was just one sentence: It’s not safe to come too early, and you might bump into a ghost.
He did hit a ghost today.
In the aftermath of the explosion in the bathroom, Raymond dragged his bloody left hand and ran desperately to the ground floor of the hall. Before leaving, he took a maintenance man's jacket lying on the sink and used it with tactics. The dagger cut off the sleeve and stuck it on the upper arm at the junction of the middle 1/3. Now that resources are limited, I can only apply superficial pressure to stop the bleeding.
Then again, it was really unlucky. There was no problem at all for most of the entire delivery mission, so why did something go wrong as soon as we got to the handover stall?
Thinking of the scene in the bathroom before, Raymond was a little frightened. If he hadn't used the light in the bathroom to see the killer who attacked him on the floor holding something that looked like a firearm in his hand, he wouldn't have even thought about it. He jumped onto the water tank and pushed on the wall with his hands and feet while supporting the partition door.
Even with this excellent sense of crisis, he could not dodge the first dozen bullets. Fortunately, the special body armor issued by the equipment department was strong enough to block the warheads. It was easy to talk and talk to avoid the fiercest waves of firepower - these killer criminals. Due to the error of inertia of thinking, he did not raise the muzzle of the gun upward. Even if he raised it just a little bit, Raymond would be beaten into a sieve.
But the pain was really his grandma's pain. It was no different from the feeling of being shot. That T-shirt was indeed full of toughness and strength. There were four generations of body tissue in the material. It was really not just a lie. This thing was. What the Italian Safe Harbor received together with the documents in the Baleno paper bag was said to be equipment specially approved by the Minister of Execution. He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but now it really saved his life at a critical moment.
This time when I go back alive, I must apply to keep this T-shirt, repair it and make it into underwear for my wife. Maybe there will be some material left over to make a pair of underwear for myself!
Raymond, who always likes to distract himself from the pain with random thoughts when he is injured, is running around on the platform on the second floor of the train station like a big rat. Suddenly, he touches the ground with one hand and a sliding shovel stops him. Before he was in front of the put-in-use escalator, before he could stand still, a loud gunshot suddenly rang out from below. He quickly lay down on the ground and felt the air trajectory passing by on his scalp, and he was almost hit by a bullet in the head.
Looking down, Guigui saw four or five men wearing work clothes from various positions running up the escalator holding pistols. The murderous intent against him was almost overflowing.
"You really beat the Intelligence Department to death!" Raymond cursed secretly, how could the secret mission of the Execution Department be exposed to this extent! ? It seems that for this battle, they knew their mission handover location long in advance and prepared an ambush!
What made him even more palpitated was the time. He took the time to look at his black watch. It was now 1:24 in the afternoon, and there were still six minutes before the street. This group of people actually chose to take action before the handover ceremony began. Could it be that Did he know that the person he was handing over was an 'S'-level ruthless character that they couldn't afford to offend? So if we follow this idea further, could it be that the train he took arrived at the station ten minutes early and was also arranged? But if that was the case, why didn't they just choose to do it on the train?
Too much confusion and questions came to Raymond's mind. As expected, his intelligence work brain was spinning very fast. In just a few seconds, he could deduce countless possibilities close to the truth from the current situation. But at this time, how could he It's useless to speculate that Conan is possessed, because he has to survive to have a chance to verify his ideas.
"We blocked him on the second floor platform of area B. The things are still in his hand. Clamp him from the C and A ports above. Don't let him escape!" The man rushing behind at the end was holding a walkie-talkie. growled.
Upon seeing this, Raymond immediately took off the black watch, took one last look at the time, pressed the time adjustment button on the side for five seconds, threw it under the elevator, and then lay down on the spot holding his head.
The few men climbing up the elevator were startled by what Raymond dropped at first. They almost jumped over the guardrail and jumped out of the elevator. But after the black watch landed, they saw clearly that this thing was not a grenade at all. It was similar. He felt that he had been bluffed, cursed loudly, and then rushed up again.
The black watch exploded, emitting a bright flash. A normal bomb explosion would definitely not have such cool special effects, but this thing is produced by the equipment department and can always perform tricks you can't think of.
Raymond, who was lying on top of the escalator, wanted to get up immediately after the explosion, but found that his legs had lost feeling and were paralyzed, which shocked him. But after a few seconds, he gradually recovered his consciousness and realized that the explosion just now spread an electrostatic field. Fortunately, he did not have a heart disease and did not need a cardiac implantable electronic machine. Otherwise, the explosion just now would have been enough. killed him.
The unlucky ones on the escalator were naturally cleared away, and the entire escalator was blown apart. The power of the explosion was stronger than imagined. There were still unlucky people twitching all over the floor in the hall, and they probably wouldn't survive for long. Raymond stood up and stamped his numb feet. He endured the numbness as if he had insufficient blood supply after sitting for a long time and rushed down the elevator.
A series of gunshots rang out in the distance. Raymond on the elevator lay on his side and hid behind the guardrail glass. A barrage swept past the regular holes left in the guardrail glass in front of him. Through the hole, he could see that two groups of people were already on the circular platforms on both sides of the second floor. They were wearing masks and overalls, and they were holding pure military automatic rifles in their hands.
"Fuck!" Raymond climbed down the elevator on his hands and knees, and the guardrail glass beside him exploded. When he climbed to the break, he jumped down and fell to the ground, grinning like a pig and arching towards the center of the hall. .That's his only way out of here.
The pursuers on the second floor were stunned when they saw Raymond rushing towards the center of the hall. They didn't expect this guy to be so stupid. The waiting hall of the South Railway Station was so wide that there was no cover, except for rows of people under the oval dome. There was no obstruction outside the seats. Raymond had to run at least 100 meters from the train station exit. Was this 100 meters used as a training target for them?
"That's stupid." The cadre-level captain who was chasing soldiers on the second floor snorted coldly. He put down the micro-charge in his hand and waved to summon a Type 97 assault rifle and placed it on the steel guardrail on the second floor. The red dot in the scope Soon he caught up with Raymond, who was running forward desperately. Just when he held his breath and was about to pull the trigger, the white light exploded.
Yanling·blazing sun.
Didn't Raymond know that the 100 meters of the waiting hall was so open that there was no cover? Of course he knew that what he wanted was this open space, and what he wanted was for everyone to focus their attention on him. Otherwise, how could he make a big move?
The blazing sun that burst out at full power dissipated nearly 7,000 lumens of light in an instant. The maximum lumens that the human eye can withstand is about 2,000 lumens. A strong flashlight of about 5,000 to 6,000 lumens can blind an unsuspecting person for half a minute. Now Raymond The released 'blazing sun' is more than three times the limit of human endurance, and can almost destroy the retina of anyone who stares at it within seconds.
But no one was really that stupid to stare intently at Raymond in the center of the light. Almost at the moment when the blazing sun erupted, everyone on the second floor platform screamed and turned their heads away. In the huge waiting hall, It was like a sun rising that was about to explode. The light filled every corner. Even if you closed your eyes, your eyes would be stung through your eyelids.
If it is just thousands of lumens of light, a flashlight can also do it. The real difficulty has always been how to last longer without getting too hot and causing the device to burn. Raymond is not a flashlight, so there is no possibility of being burned, but he Will lose strength. Although the word spirit of Blazing Sun is invincible in close combat, it consumes a lot of physical strength. Even he can only maintain Blazing Sun for half a minute. This endurance is considered to be very good among hybrids. Raymond Brand Who knows who uses the bright flashlight? At least his wife always praises him like this!
The enemies on the second floor platform can't even aim, let alone kill Raymond? Raymond can run 100 meters in less than seven seconds. The potential that hybrids can unleash in desperate situations is completely unimaginable by humans. Even in this situation, it is impossible to aim, let alone kill Raymond. ?
"Focus on shooting in the direction of the door! Don't let him escape!" However, there is always a shortage of smart people in this world. Since we can't target Raymond, we should block his only way. After someone roared from the second floor, like firecrackers at twelve o'clock on New Year's Eve, the sound of explosions instantly filled the entire South Railway Station. A barrage of barrages exploded on the ground at the exit of the train station. Countless gray dust petals splashed up like the ground when it rained.
Raymond almost rushed into the barrage-blocked area. Fortunately, he suddenly braked and rolled to the ground. He took a breath and glanced at the direction of the shooting on the second floor. Damn it. Does a villain need to have such a high IQ these days?
The firing lasted for half a minute. They fired in echelons in turns, locking the exit area to prevent anyone from approaching. Half a minute later, Chiri was helplessly released. A group of people on the second floor whose vision was gradually recovering took a long time to wait. Looking down at the guardrail, I saw an empty hall.
Everyone looked bad. The leader, who was also a very quick-witted man before, coldly glanced at the pools of blood left on the floor of the hall and whispered, "He is blocked in the hall. Go find him." Him. Follow the blood stains. He is seriously injured. As long as he moves quickly, he will leave blood stains. He cannot run too far!"
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There were footsteps and trivial voices in the hall, and the search had already begun. Although the waiting hall of the South Railway Station was huge, there were not many places for ordinary people. No matter where Raymond was hiding, a blanket search could be done within a few minutes. Find his traces.
In the convenience store in the right corner of the hall, Raymond was sitting behind a shelf, biting two chocolate bars in his mouth, and with a pale face, he used a temporary waterproof tape to wrap around the wound to see if he was infected. Besides, the top priority now was The bleeding had to be stopped, as his left hand had no feeling at all.
"There are still three minutes." Raymond counted the time in his mind. After throwing out the black watch, he was counting the time silently. There are still three minutes left before handing over the documents. After three minutes, if there is no accident, there will be someone at the door of the South Railway Station. An 18 or 9-year-old boy with black short hair walked in, wearing a windbreaker from the Executive Department, carrying a long Japanese sword, and his golden eyes were brighter than a fucking gaslight. Sorry, Raymond never He has seen the legendary 'S' class, and the above are all based on his own imagination. His only impression of the 'S' class is that it is "handsome and classy", which is the characteristic of the 'S' class recognized by the Night Watch Forum.
As long as he drags the 'S' class people here, the group of killers outside are just pigs on the chopping block. No matter how many dry pigs come, they can only be bled and kept for the New Year. All he had to do was drag it. Baleno's paper bag was still protected in his arms. Even if he lost his life, he couldn't throw it away! If he was really unlucky enough to die here early, he would have to leave the things requested by the execution department to ‘S’-level clues,
"Hey!" Suddenly, a woman's subtle voice sounded from the other end of the shelf in the convenience store.
Raymond drew his gun and spoke faster than the other party. As soon as the word "Hello" came out, he put down the tape that couldn't be wrapped tightly in his hand, pulled out the Beretta from his crotch and pointed it at the source of the sound.
"Don't shoot!" The woman being targeted was a woman familiar to Raymond. She wore sunglasses, black hair, and a cleaner's clothes. She was squatting by the shelf and looking at Raymond tremblingly.
"Fuck" Raymond immediately had a headache. He could bump into an unrelated person wherever he was hiding. After a while, the group of people rushed in and killed the cleaning girl as if he was with him, or captured him and used him as a hostage. what to do? .
"You're bleeding," the cleaning lady said, looking at Raymond's left hand while shrinking her head.
"I also know that I'm bleeding." Raymond looked at the messy explanation and nodded silently, "Just don't burst into tears. I'm afraid your screaming will attract people."
The footsteps outside are still far away, but the search will be here soon. There is no reason to let go of a convenience store that looks easy to hide from people and has sufficient resources.
"Do you need help? I graduated from a health school." said the cleaning girl.
"You graduated from a medical school and came to the train station to mop the floor?" Raymond was stunned for a moment.
"Do those who graduate in finance have to go to Wall Street? The competition in the industry is too serious and they can't be caught up in it." The cleaning girl whispered.
"Forget it, you hide, it's just a few circles of tape. What's that in your hand?" Raymond suddenly stretched his neck and stared at the gauze and medical tape in the cleaning girl's hand, and even some anti-hemorrhage products. Yunnan Baiyao powder! ?
"I'm sorry! Where did you find it?" Raymond was overjoyed for a moment. What is this called? Surviving a disaster is bound to bring good luck. You can find a nurse with medicine in any convenience store.
"I just saw you digging into the first aid box in the convenience store," the cleaning girl whispered, and when she saw Raymond waving, she came closer.
"Aren't you afraid that I'm a bad guy?" Raymond asked, looking at the cleaning girl who was approaching cautiously while crouching and walking like a duck.
"Bad guys shouldn't have so many guns pointed at them. And you can still shine."
"If I shine, I am not a bad person?" Raymond thought to himself, this Chinese girl has such a strange way of thinking.
"Ultraman can also shine." The cleaning girl said, "You can become light, you are definitely not a bad person." She looked at the tape on Raymond's hand again, "I have to help you tear off the tape. "
"Tear it apart, move faster, and hide after bandaging, otherwise you may be accidentally injured." Listening to the sound of searching outside, Raymond tore open a few more chocolate bars and bit them in his mouth to replenish his spiritual energy consumption. energy of.
The cleaning girl accepted Raymond's permission and became deft with her hands. With a few brushes, she peeled off the tape that was twisted and wet with blood and lost its stickiness. The pain made Raymond grit his teeth and bite the chocolate bar.
"This wound needs stitches or it won't stop the bleeding." The cleaning lady whispered as she looked at Raymond's left arm that had lost all color.
"Can you sew?" Raymond asked.
"know a little."
"Forget it. I can't find the needle and thread here, so just apply the medicine. It can take a while." Raymond whispered, but when he turned around, he found something that the cleaning girl had escaped from behind, and then Stunned, "I Tohru, where did you get the needle and thread?"
"In the medical kit"
"If I survive this time, I will definitely treat you to dinner! On behalf of my wife, I would like to thank you for saving her husband." Raymond was really overjoyed.
The cleaning girl also started to sew up the gunshot wound on Raymond's hand. Since it was a penetrating wound, there was no need to consider whether there was a bullet inside. While she was sewing, the Beretta in Raymond's hand was quietly placed on his knee. He didn't put it down, staring intently at the cleaning girl cleaning his wounds.
"It's such a waste to be unable to find a job with such a good craftsmanship." As expected, he graduated from a medical school. Raymond was shocked when he saw that he sewed a hole front and back in less than twenty or thirty seconds.
"We often sew grapefruit in school."
"Tell me if you can't find a job in the future. If I want to escape alive, I have to send you to work in the emergency department." Raymond looked at the cleaning girl who had already started to treat the second wound and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
This girl shouldn't be a spy or anything, otherwise there would be no need to sew her wounds. In her current state, if she yells outside, he will be shot to death. What's more, he didn't notice her just now. If she wants to sneak attack He was so dead that he really went out to meet a noble person. He could catch a lone healer in the death ditch and hold his hand. His life, Raymond, shouldn't be cut off!
Suturing, applying medicine, and then bandaging, the whole process was completed in one minute. The method was so fast that Raymond almost thought he was facing an old doctor in the suture department instead of a novice who graduated from a medical school. But at this time, he was fine. Don't worry about these things anymore.
"Okay." The cleaning girl who had finished everything wiped the blood on her hands on her work clothes and whispered, "What should you do next?"
"Wait, there are still two minutes." Raymond estimated the time in his mind.
It shouldn't be a problem if he holds on for two minutes after the heavy bleeding in his arm stops. As long as the 'S' class arrives as scheduled two minutes later, his crisis will be solved.
"Why are they chasing you?" the cleaning girl asked again.
"They are bad guys and I am a good guy, so they are chasing me." Raymond didn't explain much. Hearing the footsteps outside starting to approach, he turned around and watched carefully. "You should hide quickly. Leave your phone number here when you have time. I'll I’ll find you to thank you in person later when I have time.”
"No, no, no, I have someone I like. And didn't you say you have a wife? Isn't that bad?" the cleaning girl said shyly.
"Where are you thinking? Can't people with wives invite people to dinner?" Raymond rolled his eyes. Just when he was about to say a few more words, there was a sudden noise outside. He thought he had been discovered. He was startled, but soon discovered that this was not the case. The people outside seemed to have their attention attracted by something else.
There was a sudden movement in his heart, and he quickly took a cautious look outside, and then his whole body was suddenly shaken, ".Here he comes!?"
"What's coming?" the cleaning girl asked in a low voice.
"Reinforcements brought in by monkeys!" Raymond's piercing eyes were fixed on the door of the South Railway Station. Behind the messy ground full of craters, the door with broken glass was pushed open from the outside, and a slender figure appeared. The sun was shining on the ground, and her feet were wearing a pair of white sneakers.
"I came earlier than expected, two minutes earlier. God bless you." Raymond suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and crossed himself. For the first time, he felt that being punctual was a good virtue.
The hall immediately rang with the roars and curses of the killers who were chasing him. Raymond poked his head in and continued to look, but after a few glances, he realized that something was wrong. The person who walked into the South Railway Station didn't seem to be... 'class?
Although he didn't know what the 'S' class looked like, he was certain of one thing. That was that the 'S' class was a man, not a woman, and she was so beautiful and had such long legs!
At the entrance of the waiting hall of the South Railway Station, the sun shone in from behind, illuminating the unfamiliar woman in Raymond's eyes. She was wearing a large white T-shirt and carrying a guitar case on her back. Her golden eyes scanned the figures gathered around the waiting hall. His eyes were as cold as a knife.