Starting from South America, speeding through the world

Chapter 262 One step away

A gunshot rang out, and Zhou Yi involuntarily tilted his head to the side.

It felt as if countless tiny needles were piercing deep into my eardrum.

A buzzing sound followed, like a swarm of bees hovering inside the skull, vibrating incessantly.

Fortunately, the sharp pain quickly disappeared thanks to the enhanced recovery capabilities provided by the system.

"Stay close to me," Zhou Yi said in a low voice, pulling his scarf up to cover most of his face.

Seeing this, Katelyl quickly did as instructed.

The train shook even more violently, as if it were accelerating every second, speeding forward.

Zhou Yi slightly bent his knees, gripped the gun firmly with his right hand, and tilted the muzzle downwards.

He bypassed the wreckage scattered everywhere, proceeded quietly along the passage, and always kept his distance from the sides.

Immediately afterward, amidst the deafening alarm, footsteps gradually approached.

Zhou Yi stopped quickly and listened to the rhythm.

Two people.

They came from the middle section with hurried steps, and the faint sounds of gunfire could be heard as they moved.

Zhou Yi moved half a step to the side and then gestured for Katelyl to retreat into the corner.

Then, slightly raise the muzzle of the gun.

The next second—

The door was kicked open roughly.

The moment the leader poked his head out, blood burst from his face.

The bullet pierced his right eye, causing him to fall backward and land on his companion.

"boom!"

Another sound.

The man was splashed with warm liquid and instinctively took a half step back.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

The two bodies fell to the ground, one on top of the other.

There are no further traces of enemies at the moment.

Zhou Yi quickly returned to his original position, raised his gun with his right hand, and pulled out a spare magazine with his left hand.

He pushed in the new magazine, checked the ejection port and found nothing amiss, then reminded Ketterleil to follow.

The area along the way was very open and spacious.

Many passengers were shooed to the front after the gunshots rang out.

The old-fashioned hardwood chairs were neatly arranged, and the green curtains were drawn tightly.

Suitcases were placed on the luggage rack, and several of them slipped off due to the shaking, scattering clothes all over the floor.

Zhou Yi didn't rush through. He scanned the area and, after confirming there were no ambushes, continued forward.

Until carriage number three.

The narrow space was packed with people.

There were no screams, no shouts.

People gripped by fear huddled together, back to back and shoulder to shoulder, huddled between their seats.

The air was filled with the smell of sweat and suppressed sobs.

Zhou Yi didn't say anything.

He simply released his left hand from the handguard and swung it horizontally.

The crowd immediately understood the signal.

Like a tide, people sidestepped, leaned against the wall, and stepped back to make way.

Except for Horvath.

He stood upright in front of the door, even though his knees were trembling uncontrollably.

The masked thugs in trench coats approached, step by step, without slowing down in the slightest.

Horvath swallowed subconsciously, trying to put on a straight face and make himself look less pitiful.

He had no weapons and dared not shout.

But he firmly believes that standing here represents something in itself.

The man drew closer and closer, until they were only three meters apart.

Horvath could hear his breathing becoming erratic and realized that his muscles were twitching.

So he stood up straighter, tilted his head back, and pressed his back against the door panel.

Finally, the man stopped.

Standing less than two meters away, I looked down at the badge on his collar.

Horvath held his breath, his heart pounded, and even the thought that "maybe he will respect me" briefly crossed his mind.

Perhaps he will understand.

Perhaps he will bypass it.

Perhaps he—

"boom!"

Gunfire rang out.

There are no signs.

The bullet entered through the lower jaw, pried open the upper jaw, pierced through the skull, and shattered the glass.

Countless mixtures of substances were ejected in a fan shape, forming a layer of grayish-red viscous paste that is extremely difficult to describe.

Horvath's center of gravity slumped. His expression, frozen between surprise and bewilderment, hadn't even had time to change.

Zhou Yi lifted his leg and stepped directly onto the corpse's chest, continuing forward.

Bloodstains stained the soles of the boots, leaving two long streaks.

Now, no one dared to block the way anymore.

The control room is at the very front.

The metal door is covered with welded reinforcing plates.

The bolt has been temporarily sealed.

Zhou Yi did not hesitate.

He created distance, adjusted his angle, and quickly fired two shots towards the lower edge.

That cast iron structure from the last century almost instantly disintegrated under the impact of the armor-piercing projectile.

The edge of the steel plate was also pried open at one corner.

Zhou Yi quickly stepped forward, took a small step, twisted his waist, and kicked between the door latch and the hinge.

The iron gate shook violently, and the bolt snapped.

Several shouts immediately came from inside.

"Intruder—There's an intruder—!"

Without waiting for Kate Lyell to translate, Zhou Yi slipped inside, his gun following his every move.

The train conductor, who was around fifty years old, turned around and frantically raised his pistol.

"boom!"

The body collapsed onto the gear shift valve and remained motionless.

The telegraph operator was still frantically cranking the communication handle.

Without saying a word, Zhou Yi raised his hand and fired another shot.

The bullet struck the person squarely in the neck.

The surroundings became completely quiet.

Zhou Yi pondered for a few seconds, then looked down at the control panel.

The red main brake lever was covered by a protective cover, and a peeling label was stuck to its surface.

"Push it all the way down?"

“Yes.” Upon hearing this, Katelyl nodded immediately.

Zhou Yi put down his rifle, picked up a crowbar from the ground, and applied a little force.

Next, push the brake lever all the way forward.

A long horn sounded, and the vehicle shook even more violently.

The screeching sound of wheels scraping against the tracks came from beneath my feet, like the panting of a giant beast.

“We’re almost there,” said Katelyl, pointing outside.

To the right, a country road runs through the woods, parallel to the railway tracks.

Before the train had come to a complete stop, Zhou Yi grabbed the window frame and got up.

He rolled to the ground, then lay prone, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings.

There is no threat.

Zhou Yi waved to the control room, signaling the prepared woman to jump down.

When Ketterel landed, she staggered slightly, and the wound on her thigh was torn open, causing blood to seep out instantly.

But she didn't say anything, only paused for a moment, and then quickly moved closer.

"Come with me."

Meanwhile, carriage number three was eerily quiet.

A thin boy huddled under the seat, staring intently at the corpse not far away.

His face was stained with his mother's handprint.

"It's fine."

The woman bent down and whispered soothing words, but she couldn't stop trembling.

"They're gone, it's all over. We're all okay now."

As she spoke, she tried to reach out and hug the boy, her knuckles turning white.

The child didn't reply, his eyes still fixed on the mess on the ground.

The wind blew in from outside.

A newspaper was rolled out of the window, spun a few times, and finally landed on the muddy ground.

The edges were quickly soaked with water, and the ink gradually became mottled and blurred.

ten minutes later.

A dusty military boot stepped on it.

Following closely behind were the second and the third.

Armed soldiers marched in formation along the tracks, their movements synchronized and their expressions serious.

Belt, bayonet, magazine, muzzle raised.

The crumpled newspaper trembled slightly in the wind.

In the very center was a line of blurry annotation:

"See section 93X of file number EU-000 for details."

Another boot fell, pressing the entire passage deep into the mud, leaving no trace.

(End of this chapter)