chsdbacks Chapter 930 Two People Closely Connected
Chapter 930 Two People Closely Connected
"I should be the one asking this question, shouldn't I?" Baijiu gripped Vermouth's shoulders tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force, his voice tinged with lingering fear, "I can't even imagine what would have happened if I had arrived a few seconds later!"
Vermouth did not answer, but looked up at him, her icy blue eyes glistening with tears, her gaze so deep it seemed to etch his image into her heart.
She raised her hand and gently stroked his cheek, her fingertips trembling slightly.
At this moment, any words seem inadequate.
A thousand words flowed in the silent exchange of glances.
Vermouth shook her head slightly, her eyes instantly regaining their usual sharpness and calmness, and her tone became serious: "Did you see where the key fell?"
Baijiu's expression tensed instantly, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on her shoulders, his voice low and urgent: "The key... should still be in your hands, right?"
“It’s gone.” Vermouth shook her head, her brow furrowing slightly. “I handed it over just now because of the circumstances.”
“But I remember it should have fallen around here.” Her gaze quickly swept over the messy ground around her.
"Is this what you're looking for?"
A calm yet undeniably powerful voice came from behind them.
Rum had appeared unnoticed. He gracefully crouched down, and like a classical nobleman picking up a dropped handkerchief, calmly picked up the two keys from the ground.
His movements were fluid and natural, as if he had already anticipated that the key would fall into that exact spot.
"Don't move." Baijiu frantically untied the parachute lines wrapped around her with one hand, while firmly gripping Vermouth's wrist with the other, preventing her from taking any risks.
Even if it would take time, he would never allow her to take any risks.
Rum gripped the keys tightly in his hand, raised his head, and his cold gaze swept over Bai Jiu and Vermouth without a flicker of emotion. Under their watchful eyes, he nonchalantly slipped the keys into his pocket, then turned and walked without looking back towards the other end of the carriage. The entire process was so composed, as if it were a performance rehearsed countless times.
"Rum!" Baijiu finally broke free from the parachute's restraints and growled.
However, at this moment, Rum had already neatly closed the carriage door at the connection point, and his figure quickly disappeared from sight.
Baijiu took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and turned to look at Vermouth, his tone regaining the composure of a decision-maker: "Now, this train is completely out of control."
“I understand.” Vermouth nodded immediately, her eyes focused.
“I’m going after Rum,” Baijiu said decisively, his gaze fixed on her.
“Okay.” Vermouth had no objections. Throughout the mission, she never questioned any of Baijiu’s instructions and always carried them out steadfastly.
“And you…” Baijiu paused, his tone becoming more forceful and resolute, “Your mission is to find a way to stop this train! No matter the cost, even if it means risking your life, you must stop it!”
"Understood." Vermouth's eyes were incredibly firm, without the slightest hesitation.
Bai Jiu kicked aside the obstruction and rushed into the crowd of shaken passengers. He quickly weaved through them, shouting, "Make way! Make way! Did you see a man walk by?"
"He just walked past here!" His sharp gaze, like that of a hawk, swept across every frightened face, not missing a single subtle reaction, eagerly searching for any useful clues. "A man who looks to be in his fifties!"
A bartender, huddled in a corner, trembled as he pointed to a window not far away—the door leading to the next carriage.
Bai Jiu looked in the direction he pointed, his eyes suddenly sharpening.
It is the carriage door connecting to the outside.
Baijiu did not hesitate for a moment.
He suddenly pulled open the nearest carriage door, and a strong gust of air rushed in, making his clothes flutter loudly.
With a swift movement, he flipped over, gripping the cold edge of the train roof tightly with both hands. He suddenly exerted force from his core, and his entire body, as if defying gravity, gracefully flipped onto the roof of the speeding train.
At the same time, Vermouth rushed into the kitchen area of the food truck like a gust of wind.
The stainless steel countertop gleamed, with unprocessed ingredients scattered on it. A chef wearing a tall hat was turning around with a plate of exquisite dishes when she was startled by her sudden intrusion and froze on the spot.
Vermouth had no time to look at anything else; her gaze was sharp as an eagle's, rapidly scanning the entire space to determine the fastest route to the next carriage.
She deftly sidestepped the stunned chef, without even knocking over the plate in his hand, and her figure darted rapidly between rows of stoves and storage shelves, the sound of her shoes striking the ground as rapid as war drums, leaving behind a group of chefs looking at each other in bewilderment.
She didn't look back, and ran wildly forward without regard for anything else.
Above the roof of the car is another world.
The powerful airflow, like an invisible fist, kept pounding on Baijiu's body, trying to overturn him.
The shaking caused by the train speeding along the tracks is everywhere.
A hazy mist hung overhead, blurring the view. The steep, vegetated mountains on either side appeared as rapidly receding green shadows, creating a dizzying sense of oppression.
Baijiu lowered his center of gravity slightly, his feet firmly planted on the ground, his gaze piercing through the thin mist and locking onto what lay ahead.
About ten meters away, on the roof of another carriage, a figure stood quietly.
Rum.
He seemed to have become one with the speeding train and the howling wind.
He stood there, his back to the direction the liquor was heading, yet it was as if he had eyes in the back of his head, precisely sensing his arrival.
He slowly turned around. His face was somewhat blurred in the mist, but his sinister aura, as cold as a venomous snake, was clearly transmitted even from a distance.
He was indeed waiting here.
Like a spider waiting for its prey to step into its trap.
Baijiu stopped, and the two men, separated by a dangerously imposing distance, faced off briefly atop the speeding train amidst the misty Alps. The wind howled in their ears, yet it couldn't dispel the palpable killing intent between them.
A cold, triumphant smile seemed to curl at the corners of Rum's mouth.
The biting mountain wind howled in my ears, making it almost impossible to open my eyes.
The swaying caused by the train speeding along the tracks made every step on the roof feel like walking on the deck of a raging wave.
Rum looked down and glanced at his watch, as if confirming a precise time.
A few seconds later, he raised his head, his gaze fixed on the liquor like a hawk's, and began to walk forward at a leisurely pace.
His steps appeared steady, but in reality, each step precisely matched the swaying of the vehicle, demonstrating an amazing sense of balance and control.
Seeing this, Baijiu showed no sign of backing down. He took a deep breath of the cold air, which smelled of rust and fog, and strode towards Rum. The distance between them quickly closed on the speeding train.
Ten meters, five meters, three meters...
The moment the distance entered the attack range, the calm was instantly shattered!