Ordinary people, would rather spend a little more resources, than buy this kind of carriage ticket and so many radiation patients crowded together, who knows when they will also be infected with radiation sickness, although now a large number of drugs have been developed for radiation sickness, but to completely cure radiation sickness, it is still a troublesome thing that costs a lot of money and time.

However, such a carriage also has an advantage, that is, it is generally rarely inspected by the management personnel, and even if it encounters a boarding inspection, at most it will stick its head into the carriage and glance at it a few times, and then exit with a disgusted expression.

Qi Lin wanted to save Cheng Yanqiu, but he didn't want to expose his whereabouts, especially not wanting Lei Mufeng and others to know his true identity.

The train started slowly, and the whole carriage began to shake the old train, and with the addition of the old rails, there was no shock absorption at all.

Qi Lin closed his eyes slightly, it would take at least three hours for the 67406th train to arrive at Vault 367, and during this time, Qi Lin had nothing else to do except close his eyes and recuperate.

It's just that less than ten minutes after the train started, something unexpected happened in the carriage where Qi Lin was located, and a guy who seemed to be a gang member stabbed a sharp dagger into the stomach of another passenger, just because the latter accidentally stepped on the former's shoes.

The dagger was made of bone, so it was not detected by the station staff when the metal was detected.

"Damn, what's going on?! Get out of the way! Get out of the way! ”

It took more than ten minutes for the management of the train to enter the carriage with an old shotgun, and under the constant pumping of the butt, the crowd barely separated a gap large enough for him to pass.

"You filthy garbage, get out of here! Don't touch Lao Tzu! Stinks to death! Believe it or not, I'm going to leave you in the car! ”

The manager squeezed into the back half of the carriage, where the accident occurred.

I saw a ragged man lying on the ground, his skinny back bent into a shrimp shape, although his hands were tightly covering the wound on his abdomen, but the blood from the wound was still seeping out, and next to him, there was a guy with a ** upper body, with a drunken look, holding a dagger polished with animal bones in one hand, and a glass wine bottle in the other, and his bloodshot eyes stared at the people around him tightly.

No one wanted to approach them, and a rare open space appeared in the carriage centered on these two men, but it was precisely because of this that the carriage, which was originally like a sardine can, became more crowded.

"!" When the manager saw the two men, he immediately cursed, then grabbed his shotgun and pulled the bolt hard, aiming it at the wounder, who was apparently drunk.

"Lay down your arms! Drop your arms now, or I'll shoot! ”

"Which green onion are you? Father...... Lao Tzu is a member of the 'Bison Gang', the 'Bison Gang'...... You know no! Just by you...... Silly fork...... Dare to mess with Lao Tzu too? ”

The injured man said a little indistinctly, suddenly turned his head, and threw himself at the train manager, and the dagger in his hand stabbed straight into the neck of the train manager!

"Damn...... Are you—Are you looking for death!? The train manager was momentarily startled, and hurriedly took two steps back, only to find that the passage he had just squeezed in had been completely blocked, and he had no choice but to aim the muzzle of the shotgun at the drunk man who claimed to be a member of the Bison Gang, and pulled the trigger hard!

As for whether the scattered iron sand and steel balls would hurt the person behind the madman, he didn't care, if it hurt, it was the bad luck of those poor ghosts!

"Bang!!"

However, I don't know if it was the manager's bad luck, or if this worn-out shotgun had not been maintained for too long, but the moment he pulled the trigger, it suddenly exploded!

The iron sand that was supposed to be ejected from the muzzle of the gun rushed out of the exploded chamber, mixed with a large amount of fragments and still burning propellants, and directly hit the administrator in the chest and face!

"Ahhhh

The manager let out an inhuman howl, dropped the scrapped shotgun, and put his hands on his bloody face.

However, the drunk man still rushed in front of the manager, smashed the empty bottle on the top of the manager's head, and then grabbed the opponent's collar with one hand, and stabbed the opponent in the abdomen with the other hand holding the dagger.

"Death to Lao Tzu! Hahaha! Die! Die! ”

While stabbing, the drunk man was still laughing wildly, apparently completely out of his mind.

Qi Lin stood in the crowd and watched this scene coldly, in fact, he could easily stop all this, but he couldn't make a move, he still had more things on his shoulders, if he made a rash move at this time, he was likely to get involved in new trouble.

And if Qi Lin didn't make a move, this thug would injure a few more people at most, and he would be subdued by the guards who came later, and as for this train, it wouldn't stop for even a minute.

The manager was covered in blood, a large amount of blood foam was still pouring out of his mouth, his eyes were round, his abdomen was a blur of flesh and blood, and his soft and drooping arms trembled from time to time, obviously not alive.

"Who else?! Yes! Damn it! Who else!? ”

The drunk kicked the dying administrator away, held up the blood-stained dagger, and shouted loudly in the carriage.

Qi Lin suddenly felt that this guy should be more than just drunk, most likely, he was originally a madman......

The drunk didn't have to be arrogant for long, the guards on the train rushed into the carriage, compared to the management personnel, the soldier's way of dealing with it was more crisp and neat, with a gunshot, the drunkard's eyebrows instantly appeared a round gun hole, the whole person "poof", fell backwards on the floor of the carriage.

"Get out of the way, everybody! Get away from that car door! ”

The guards said with expressionless faces, and then forcefully pulled open the side doors of the carriage.

The bodies of the drunkards, the managers, and the first wounded who had not yet died, were thrown down from the high-speed train by these guards, and the creatures that lived in the tunnels could be eaten up in just ten minutes, and there would be no bones left.

With a few symbolic words of warning, the guards hurried out of the carriage, and the train never stopped. 2k reading web