Chapter 1865

Guns, ammunition, cannons, and hand-held personal weapons... The fourorfive weapon boxes that yuan Maruji hurriedly opened were all empty, with only the fixed support of the weapon, looking back at him like a bone without flesh and blood.

Probably not a single bullet was loaded on this train.

When the word "trap" flashed through yuanmaruki's mind, he just heard: from the other track on his head, there was a faint, rumbling sound - another train coming.

As if to confirm his guess, the sound of the train gradually fell down in a few seconds, until it disappeared.

The train was quietly parked in the track above him.

"Xiao Long!"

In a flash, yuanmaruki understood, and rushed back with a few steps, making half of the carriage creak; From the rickety carriage, he shouted, "step back and leave the roof!"

On the rooftop of the building more than ten meters away, only yuanmaru's people were standing at this time, some people were still holding cigarette butts in their mouths, and some people were scanning around with guns; Five or six motionless bodies collapsed on the ground, all of whom were sitting drinking with them not long ago, and were now covered with blood by the night.

As soon as Xiao Long raised his head, his eyes were fixed in the night sky above yuanmarsi, and the cigarette end fell out of his mouth.

Before the cigarette butts landed, he rushed out to the side and shouted, "water tower! Hide in the water tower -"

A burst of dense and dazzling gunfire suddenly poured down from the track above the head, shattering the shaky night; The broken bricks and stones were excited by bullets and jumped into the air. The dead body threw up its arms and legs, as if lying on the ground and dancing.

The rooftop was so brightly illuminated by bullets, as if heaven had opened a door and let out light.

Yuanmaruji returned to the carriage full of empty weapon boxes, took the carriage door as a shelter, and aimed the muzzle of the gun at the train on the overhead track.

The firing distance of scorpion submachine gun is enough to swallow the night sky between the two tracks in one gulp; One after another, all the bullets hit the people and guns that poked out of the train, splashing sparks on the car, flashing and jumping into the night sky.

Yuanmaru's eyes and accuracy were excellent. In an instant, he heard the muffled cry and the sound of human body falling from the train above; The gunfire that had just poured over the rooftop was finally interrupted.

He quickly swept to the roof, but did not see any shadow of seizing the opportunity to escape back to the building.

Yuanmaruki clenched his teeth. His cover was late, and no one was still alive; I'm afraid I can't stand up even if I'm still alive... And the people in the train above know that there are still people in this train.

The other party is a man from an arms dealer... I don't know how many seconds it will be before throwing a burst bomb into the carriage under his feet?

The current situation is surprisingly bad.

He was trapped in a rickety train in the air. On a track that could be blown off at any time, there was only a movable slab bridge on his way back to the ground. At the end of the movable slab bridge, he still needs to cross the blank rooftop of another 20 or 30 meters before he can reach it