Atlas of Heaven and Earth-Chapter 226: Arrival

Chen Chuan slowly walked into the carriage. He said, "So you're the one in charge of the arrangements on this train?"

The person ran backward in a panic, grabbing the handle of the rear carriage. However, whether it was locked or he couldn't muster the strength in his panic, he couldn't open it after several tries.

He kept touching the door, kicking, hitting, and pulling, but there was no way to break it open. Just as he was still trying, a hand came over, pressed his head, and slammed it against the car door with a bang. The person's face, including the secret ritual tattoo on it, was instantly smashed to pieces. Then, with a trail of blood, he softly slid to the ground.

Chen Chuan glanced at him at this moment.

He turned back to the original carriage. At this moment, terrified screams suddenly rang out outside, along with sounds of people vomiting and shouting. The entire train seemed to be shaking.

He immediately knew that the passengers had broken free from the Secret Ritual. This should be because Bureau Chief Lei had destroyed the outer ritual node.

At this moment, Lindenberg, who had been repeating the previous words, also woke up. He looked at his current situation and couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Despite facing the bloody scene on the floor, he remained calm. He looked at Chen Chuan , who was wearing a mask, and said, "Sir, am I being hijacked?"

Chen Chuan "s gaze fell on him. "You are safe now."

"Is Your Excellency from the Great Shun Government?"

Although this was a question, Lindenberg's tone was certain. He looked at the clothes Chen Chuan was wearing, nodded, reached out, found a hat on the ground, put it on, and got up, patted the dust off his body. He looked around, "It seems I'm lucky."

He was indeed lucky, because out of the three Company representatives present, only he survived. However, this was not entirely due to luck. It could be seen that beneath the scratched epidermis of his forehead, a deep gray bone close to the color of metal was exposed. It was an implanted hardened skull.

At this moment, Lindenberg seemed to have discovered something, walked two steps, opened a bag, and revealed bundles of cylindrical objects with red exteriors.

"Hmm, "Thunderbolt' explosives produced by Da Shun, incredibly powerful fellows. It seems they didn't have time to install them."

He looked up and said, "Your Excellency, you arrived just in time. If you were any later, even this hard head of mine wouldn't have been useful." As he spoke, he jokingly tapped his own head.

Chen Chuan said, "I didn't come here specifically to save you."

Lindenberg said, "Then Your Excellency came to rescue the passengers? I am also a passenger, so I must thank you."

He took off his hat, placed it on his chest, and bowed slightly. "Sven. Lindenberg , Business Representative of Bolun Company, hereby thanks you for your rescue."

Chen Chuan nodded to him, then walked out with his blade. He passed through the carriage amid the passengers' terrified gazes, came to a car door, tore off the iron chain wrapped around it, and walked outside.

The daylight outside was a little brighter than before. There were no more gunshots coming from the mountains on both sides. The Resistance Organization members there should have been taken down by his teammates.

At this moment, he looked towards the sky. The hot air balloon that was originally suspended there was drifting towards a certain place, looking like it was about to fall. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

However, that was something Bureau Chief Lei needed to deal with. What he had to do was already completed.

At this time, Lindenberg followed him out of the car, carrying a briefcase in his hand, standing not far behind, and said, "Please forgive me, the bloody smell in the car is too strong."

Chen Chuan ignored him.

The passengers inside the car were originally frightened and dared not run around. Now that they saw that no one was in charge of them and getting off the car seemed to be no problem, they hurriedly ran off the car, because the environment inside the car was really not something ordinary people could stay in.

At this moment, Chen Chuan heard the sound of cars coming from a distance. He turned around and saw that it was a row of Patrol Bureau armed patrols.

In order not to arouse the suspicion of the Resistance Organization in this operation, most Patrol Bureau police officer s were arranged in the city in advance. However, when the Telegram was sent, Guan Yumming immediately sent out a team that had been prepared. The Resistance Organization members who went to stop them naturally couldn't stop the large group of police officer s.

When the patrol car arrived, the police officer s were shocked when they saw Chen Chuan , because the mask was really intimidating. A Captain took the lead and walked up, whispering, "Little Brother Chen?" He also looked at the train, "Solved?"

Chen Chuan nodded and took out his Weapon Permit to signal. He didn't intend to take off his mask, so as to avoid a lot of trouble afterwards.

The Captain felt relieved after seeing it, saluted him, and then immediately turned around and arranged for people and coroners to enter the train carriage to check.

Chen Chuan also briefly explained the situation to him. After listening, the latter immediately sent people to go up the mountains on both sides to check the situation. Not long after, Wei Chang'an and Ren Xiaotian also came down from the mountains on both sides and reunited with him again.

They seemed relatively relaxed, and no one was injured.

Because of the cooperation of Fighting Spider on Ren Xiaotian "s side, the Resistance Organization members didn't form any decent resistance at all and were taken down by them.

Wei Chang'an "s side was a little more troublesome because he needed to pass through a section of mountain road. Fortunately, there were not many people there, and personnel,firearms and equipment were all superior to the other side, so it was not difficult to solve.

Because the train could not be blocked here for a long time and had to be started, and the situation at the scene was already very clear, there was no need to investigate the cause of death. Therefore, after about three quarters of an hour, all the corpses and fragments were cleared out, and everyone's identity and ticket were checked. The police officer s then let the passengers get back on the train.

At this moment, Lindenberg walked up to Chen Chuan , presented a name card with both hands, and said:

"I think I have to part with you, Your Excellency. This is my personal name card. If Your Excellency wants to buy Beron Company's Implant, you can come to Central City to find me. I can help you get the most favorable price. Bolun Company has a very good reputation in the world market for Senses functions and neural Implants."

He was very clever and never took the initiative to ask Chen Chuan "s name from beginning to end, but just handed over this name card.

Chen Chuan did not refuse and reached out to take it. He didn't need this kind of thing, but when he went to Central City, he would inevitably deal with these Companys.

Even if he didn't need it, it was not certain that people he knew would use it.

Seeing the passengers return to the car tremblingly under the arrangement of the police officer s, he said to everyone, "Everyone, our Commission is over, now we can go back."

At this time, the police officer s had already sent the situation here back through the Radio. After receiving it, Guan Yumming was relieved. Although almost all of the Company representatives were dead, fortunately, most of the passengers survived.

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The director's voice came: "Rescue before? Show it to whom? We are willing to do things, but we can't do it silently. We also have to let others know that you are doing things, especially for some people, we can't let them think that it is a matter of course for us to do these things."

"This time, many Company representatives have died."

"Foreign Companys, not our Da Shun Companys, what does it have to do with us? Did I invite them here? Without these people, Yang Zhi is more peaceful!"

Guan Yumming said in a deep voice: "These Companys may put pressure on the Government Affairs Hall afterwards, after all, the incident happened in our Yangzhi City."

The voice on the other side of the microphone said meaningfully: "Old Guan, I won't be in this position for long. You have to be clear about what the people above really want." After saying that, he hung up the phone with a click.

At the same time that Chen Chuan solved the matter on the train, Bureau Chief Lei had already led the Secret CultPatrol Bureau to chase after the place where the hot air balloon crashed.

It was just that the place was in the mountains, looking very close, but it was actually very difficult to walk. Some steep slopes had to be detoured, so it took nearly an hour to reach the place where the hot air balloon crashed, but the obvious result was that the basket was already empty.

The team members took off their hats and said breathlessly: "Director, it seems that the person has run away."

Bureau Chief Lei looked at the traces around him. He pondered for a moment and said, "Not necessarily."

He turned around and said to the people below: "After going back, send a Telegram and let the Patrol Bureau cooperate to check everyone who gets off the car and try to verify everyone's identity."

On the other side, the restarted Changshun train finally entered Yangzhi City Station after three quarters of an hour of driving. After the train stopped, the frightened passengers ran down from the station as if they were escaping.

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In the crowd, a young man with long hair walked down. He was carrying a drawing board and walked towards the exit unhurriedly. Compared with those passengers with messy steps, he seemed very normal, so normal that he seemed a little out of place.

After leaving the station, he stood on the square, glanced at the dazzling sunlight, and stretched out a hand to the right. After a while, a high-end car stopped beside him.

He walked over, opened the car door, and sat in the back seat. When the car door was closed, the driver turned his head and asked: "Sir, was the exhibition successful this time?"

The man sighed in a slightly magnetic voice: "It's a pity, the exhibition this time was too rushed, there were too many flaws, that was not a successful work. I think I need to find another place to find inspiration."

"Sir, where are we going next?"

The man smiled, "Let's go to Central City here. There must be more people eager for new colors."

"Okay, sir, please buckle up."

The man smiled, put his hand on the open car window, and then waved it gently to the outside, as if saying goodbye to someone invisible. Then the car slowly left the station square and drove towards the National Highway.