Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 226 Arrival
Chen Chuan walked slowly into the carriage and said, "It seems that you are the one responsible for the layout of the car this time?"

The man ran backwards in panic. He grabbed the handle of the trunk, but he didn't know whether it was locked or he didn't use enough strength in his panic, so he tried several times but couldn't open it.

He kept banging on the door, kicking, and pulling, but there was no way to break it open. While he was still trying, a hand came over, held his head and slammed it against the car door with a bang. The man's face, including the secret patterns on it, was instantly smashed to pieces, and then he slid softly to the ground with a trail of blood.

At this time, Chen Chuan glanced at the second me. The strong signs of virtuality there had disappeared. Now that this little ghost had been caught and the node of this ritual was gone, the ghost story would naturally not be confined here.

He turned around and walked back to the original carriage, and at this moment, there were suddenly panicked screams outside, as well as the sounds of people vomiting and shouting, and the whole train seemed to shake.

He immediately knew that the passengers had already broken away from the esoteric ritual. This should be because Director Lei had already broken the outer ritual nodes.

At this moment, Lindenberg, who was still repeating his previous words, also woke up. He looked at his current situation and was a little surprised. Although he was facing the blood all over the ground, he was very calm. He looked at Chen Chuan who was wearing a mask and asked, "Sir, am I being kidnapped?"

Chen Chuan's eyes fell, "You are safe now."

"Are you from the Dashun government?"

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

He was indeed lucky, because among the three company representatives present, he was the only one who survived. However, it was not entirely due to luck. One could see that beneath the scratched skin on his forehead, dark grey bones with a metallic hue were exposed. That was an implanted hardened skull.

Lindenberg seemed to have discovered something at this time. He took two steps forward and untied a bag, revealing bundles of cylindrical objects painted red.

"Well, the 'Thunderbolt' explosives produced by Dashun are incredibly powerful. It looks like they haven't had time to install them yet."

He looked up and said, "Sir, you arrived just in time. If you were a little later, it would be useless even with this hard head." As he said this, he nodded his head jokingly.

Chen Chuanshuo said: "I didn't come here just to save you."

Lindenberg said: "So you are here to rescue the passengers? I am also a passenger, so I have to thank you."

He took off his hat, put it against his chest, and bowed slightly. "Sven Lindenberg, the business representative of Boren Company, thank you for your help."

Chen Chuan nodded to him and walked out with a knife in hand. He walked through the carriage under the frightened gazes of the passengers, came to a door, tore off the iron chain wrapped around it, and walked outside.

The sky outside was a little brighter than before, and there was no more gunfire coming from the hills on both sides. The members of the resistance organization there should have been captured by their teammates.

At this time, he looked up at the sky. The hot air balloon that was originally hanging high there was floating towards one place and it seemed that it was about to fall down. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

But that was something Chief Lei needed to deal with, and what he had to do had been done.

Lindenberg followed him out of the car, holding a suitcase in his hand, and stood a little behind. He said, "Excuse me, the smell of blood is too strong in the car."

Chen Chuan ignored him.

The passengers in the car were originally terrified and didn't dare to run around. Now they saw that no one was taking care of them and that there seemed to be nothing to worry about after getting off the car, so they all ran down from the car in a hurry, because the environment in the car was really not suitable for ordinary people to stay in.

At this time, Chen Chuan heard the sound of a car in the distance. He turned around and saw that it was an armed patrol car from the Police Bureau.

In order to avoid arousing the suspicion of the resistance organization, most of the patrol officers of the Police Bureau were arranged in the city in advance. However, when the telegram was sent, Guan Yuming immediately sent out a team that had been prepared. Naturally, those members of the resistance organization who went to stop them could not stop the large group of patrol officers.

When the patrol car arrived, the patrol officers were all surprised to see Chen Chuan, because the mask was really intimidating. A captain came up first and whispered, "Brother Chen?" He looked inside the train again and said, "Is it solved?"

Chen Chuan nodded and took out his weapon license to indicate that he had no intention of taking off the mask in order to avoid causing trouble later.

The captain felt relieved when he saw this, saluted him, and then immediately turned around to arrange for personnel and the coroner to enter the train compartment for inspection.

Chen Chuan briefly explained the situation to him, and after listening, the latter immediately sent people to the mountains on both sides to check the situation. Not long after, Wei Changan, Ren Xiaotian and others also came down from the mountains on both sides and reunited with him.

They all seemed relaxed and no one was injured.

Because of the cooperation of the combat spiders on Ren Xiaotian's side, the members of the resistance organization couldn't put up any decent resistance at all and were captured by them.

Wei Changan's situation was a little more troublesome, because they had to cross a mountain road. Fortunately, there were not many people there, and they were superior in terms of personnel, guns and equipment, so it was not difficult to deal with it. Because the train could not be stuck here for a long time, it had to be moved, and the situation at the scene was very clear, so there was no need to explore the cause of death. So it took about three quarters of an hour to clean up all the body fragments, and check everyone's identity and ticket, and then the patrolmen let the passengers get back on the train.

Lindenberg then walked up to Chen Chuan, handed him a name card with both hands, and said:

"I think I have to say goodbye to you. This is my personal name card. If you want to buy implants from Boren, you can come to Central City to find me. I can help you get the best price. Boren has a very good reputation in the world market for sensory function and neural implants."

He was very smart. He never asked Chen Chuan's name from beginning to end, but just handed over a name card.

Chen Chuan did not refuse and took it. He did not need this kind of thing, but if he went to the central city, he would inevitably have to deal with these companies.

Even if he doesn't need it himself, there's no guarantee that someone he knows will need it.

Seeing the passengers tremblingly returning to the car under the patrolman's arrangement, he said to everyone: "Everyone, our commission has ended, you can go back now."

At this time, the patrolmen had already reported the situation here via the radio. After receiving it, Guan Yuming felt relieved. Although almost all the company representatives died, fortunately most of the passengers survived.

He called the bureau immediately, and when the call was connected, he reported the situation. At the end, he said, "Director, we could have rescued those people before the train was stopped."

The director's voice came: "Save them before they are? For whom? We are willing to do things, but we can't do it silently. We have to let others know that you have done things, especially for some people. We can't let them think that we do these things for granted."

"Many of those company representatives died this time."

"They are from a foreign company, not our Dashun Company. What does it have to do with us? Did I invite them? Without these people, Yangzhi will be more peaceful!"

Guan Yuming said in a deep voice: "These companies may put pressure on the Government Affairs Office afterwards. After all, this happened in our Yangzhi City."

The voice on the other end of the phone said meaningfully: "Lao Guan, I can't stay in this position for much longer. You have to know what the higher-ups are really thinking." After that, he hung up the phone with a click.

While Chen Chuan was solving the problem on the train, Director Lei had already led the Secret Cult Police Bureau to chase after the place where the hot air balloon sank.

However, that place was in the mountains, and although it looked very close, it was actually very difficult to walk to. Some steep slopes required detours, so it took nearly an hour to reach the place where the hot air balloon crashed. However, it was obvious that there was no one in the basket.

The team member took off his hat and said breathlessly: "Chief, it seems that the person has escaped."

Director Lei looked at the traces around him, thought for a moment, and said, "Not necessarily."

He turned around and said to the people below: "Send a telegram when you get back and ask the police to cooperate and check every person who gets off the car and verify everyone's identity as clearly as possible."

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

Among the crowd, a young man with long hair came down. He was carrying a drawing board on his back and walked towards the exit slowly. Compared with those passengers with messy steps, he looked very normal, so normal that he seemed a little out of place.

After getting out of the station, he stood in the square, looked at the dazzling sunlight, stretched out a hand to the right, and 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 door closed, the driver turned his head and asked, "Sir, is the exhibition going well?"

The man sighed in a slightly magnetic voice, "It's a pity, this exhibition was too hasty, there are too many flaws, it's not a successful work, I think I need to find inspiration somewhere else."

"Sir, where are we going next?"

The man smiled and said, "Let's go to the central city here. There must be more people there eager for new colors."

"Yes, sir, please sit tight."

The man smiled, put his hand on the open car window, and then waved gently to the outside, as if saying goodbye to an invisible person. Then the car slowly drove out of the station square and headed towards the National Avenue.

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(End of this chapter)