This is the last coach to go to the 17th arrondissement today.

At three o'clock in the morning, most of the seats on the bus were empty.

The few passengers, having paid the money, fell back into their chairs and fell asleep, and according to the travel schedule, they would arrive at the 17th arrondissement at eight o'clock tomorrow.

Angere Safron had to choose this time, as well as this mode of travel.

The Bureau of Anomalous Investigation has officially issued a wanted warrant, and the android guards at airports and high-speed rail platforms have recorded this information, which will immediately set off an alarm as soon as he appears at these venues.

His instincts told him that someone other than his former colleagues seemed to be chasing him, and that this person was far more dangerous than the android guards and agents of the Bureau of Anomaly Investigation.

This is an innate talent, which not only always brings him closer to the truth, but also allows him to turn evil into good fortune at critical moments.

In fact, after the construction of the transportation lines within the coalition government, the internal long-distance buses were almost eliminated by the times, and a large number of bus companies went out of business, or switched careers to other businesses before the bad days came, and there are very few long-distance buses left today, and their main customers are some poor people who can't even afford high-speed rail tickets, or, like him, have been rewarded or for some reason do not want to be exposed to public guests.

Their business also includes the nature of smuggling, and it also helps bounty convicts leave the 17th District and go to the "outside world".

The coach chosen by Angley is very concerned about the privacy of its guests, and the departure location is different each time, and after ordering tickets online, they will send the specific departure location to their customers, which in the eyes of passers-by is nothing more than an ordinary bus.

His goal is very clear.

As long as he can successfully reach the 17th arrondissement, his situation will improve.

Even the Bureau of Anomalous Investigation would not easily get involved in the business of Sector 17, and at the time of the outbreak of the Void Incident, they withdrew all agents for safety reasons and the requirements of the Council.

Whether he is temporarily living in the 17th arrondissement, or leaving the 17th arrondissement to go to the "outside world", his options will be much more flexible.

Angley chose the seat closest to the back door.

He could not fully trust this company, and the relationships behind the smuggling business in the territory of the coalition government were complicated, and what made him even more vigilant was that when he was dragging his luggage into the car, the driver looked at him more, and his eyes stayed on him for about five seconds.

After that, the driver did not communicate with him during the whole process.

After taking their seats, Anglay had been secretly watching the driver, and the group had waited for about a quarter of an hour before the departure of the car, until the last old man with a nervous cane got into the car, and then the group set out on the journey.

And after he got into the car, the driver did not make eye contact with anyone again.

In order to catch the bus, Angley had not closed his eyes for two whole days, and he carefully investigated the route of each bus, and only after making sure that it was safe did he book a ticket online anonymously.

But now it seems that the journey will not be as smooth as he imagined.

The facts also confirmed his suspicions.

As the silhouette of the city faded into darkness, an hour and a half after the journey, a violent impact woke the passengers from their sleep.

The shaking caused many people to fall from their chairs to the ground, others to knock their heads on, and before they could figure out what was going on, the tooth-aching scraping sound stopped the moving bus.

The oncoming bright light made everyone involuntarily unable to open their eyes.

"Who are you? Don't you know my boss is ......"

In the midst of the confusion, Angray heard the driver's angry rebuke.

But his voice was quickly interrupted by the sound of gunshots.

The gunfire intensified the panic in the carriage, and the screams broke the silence of the night.

But Angley heard something unusual—the sudden gunfire came from inside the car, and as the driver confronted someone outside the car, a passenger shot him from behind, and one of his prosthetic eyes faintly saw the gunman.

The gunner, who got up in the chaos, was in the front row.

If he remembered correctly, the one sitting in that position should be the last old man to get into the car.

The shot was not a warning, but a rush to kill, and after the gunfire rang out, he never heard the driver's voice again, instead the sound of the front and rear doors being opened, and the chaotic footsteps got into the car.

Based on these details, Angray quickly judged the situation.

Barricades.

It had nothing to do with the Bureau of Anomaly Investigation or the dangerous people who were chasing him, he was just very unlucky enough to meet the road rage.

This is their usual trick, let Neiying get on the car first, and launch a surprise attack from the inside in the chaos to control the situation in the carriage, there is no more standard way to rob than this.

This is the disadvantage of not being legally certified by the coalition government.

Outside of the city limits, no enforcer will go to cases outside of the jurisdiction.

He was just unlucky enough to happen to encounter a robbery that was difficult to encounter once during these dozens of trips.

The bright light went out, and when the vision of all the passengers was clear, they were greeted by the muzzles of black holes and several people covered in colorful bandanas.

"Don't make noise, whoever argues I'll kill whom!"

The road rage near the back door threatened that the back row of the bus was the hardest hit area, and it seemed that most of the passengers chose the rear seat in order to sleep more soundly and not be disturbed by the guests who were getting on the bus one after another.

"Hand over all your valuable things, or I'll kill you!" If you cooperate, we'll let you go. ”

The road rage raised his voice and shouted at the passengers in the back seat.

Falsehood.

Angel immediately judged the form.

Judging from the old man's decisive actions, this group of people obviously knew what force this bus belonged to, and since they had chosen to do it, they did not intend to let go of anyone who had seen them.

Even with their faces covered, passengers can deduce their identities based on their size and voice.

And Angley at the back door unfortunately became the first unlucky ghost, and the muzzle of the road rage's gun moved to his head, "First of all, you, hand over the valuable things...... No, you take off your hat first and let me see your face! ”

"Bluffing is a sign of unconfidence."

The robber approached, allowing Angray to observe more details, "Your hands are sweating a lot, and your gun is unsteady...... First time doing this? ”

"Shut up!"

The road rage viciously smashed the butt of his rifle into Angel's head.

This is also a common problem for newbies.

Thinking that he was in control of the situation, he voluntarily gave up the advantage distance of the gun and put himself in a disadvantageous position.

Angley snatched the gun, but instead of strafing the roadman in front of him, he immediately shouted "Get down" to the passengers in the back seat.

Dense gunfire filled the entire carriage until everything fell silent.

The strong smell of blood then permeated the carriage, and Angrey took refuge behind the sieve-beaten baffle for a while, and when he tentatively observed the situation in the carriage through the bullet holes, he found all the robbers lying in a pool of blood.

Even the old man he judged to be the behind-the-scenes commander was no exception.

One by one, he confirmed the bodies lying in pools of blood on the ground, and made sure that all the road ragers had lost their vital signs, before returning to his seat.

Not again

What a wonderful feeling!

Thanks for spending the 100 starting coins for tipping from afar!

(End of chapter)