Chương 147: Chapter 146
'...Why do I have a feeling that Ye's cursing me?' Tang Wulin thought, confused for a moment, as he calmly walked his way heading towards the fifth car of the train, where the terrorists are and holding numerous passengers as hostages as well.
'Terrorists are taking hostages in the train I hitchhiked on... Somehow, I'm not surprised. I've been through so many bad situations for the past few years that if something doesn't happen to me, or anything around me, I'd start panicking.' Tang Wulin inwardly let out a exasperated sigh as he heard several beams sounds coming from the fifth car and shouting from the conductor and one of the terrorists.
'Although I'd like some action and pummel the faces of some bad guys, I don't want any innocent people getting involved. Especially that kind conductor big sister.'
As he came near towards the way that lead towards the fifth car, the sixth already having been evacuated, expectedly, he saw several train attendees, security personnel, and the conductor crowding around and communicating with the terrorists.
For a moment, Tang Wulin wanted to rush in immediately and help but the situation was a fragile one, solving the situation through brute force could end up in a disaster that would end in a bloodbath of over hundreds of people. If the claims of the terrorists were to be believed, of arming the entire train in explosives.
The soul train he was riding on had a total of sixteen cars. From the fifth to the fourth cars, they were already taken over by the terrorists, while the third, second and first cars are still safe because there was only a few terrorists–numbering at around seven at the least. Four were seen to be at the fifth car and the rest seems to be at the fourth car.
Also, there was another reason why the third to first cars of the soul train weren't taken over, but it remained a mystery as the attendees and security personnel that were in those cars didn't really know as well.
The situation turned even worse as, they're in a time limit of one hour to have the Federation agree to the terrorists terms before the terrorists detonated the bombs.
Their terms was simple, getting their comrades, who were arrested twenty days ago, out of jail.
Tang Wulin leaned his head to the other side after eavesdropping on them. His eyes narrowing sharply.
This was bad. Although he could quickly incapacitate the terrorists, since what he could sense with his Spirit Sea Realm spiritual power sense, which its limits reached the fifth car, that the strongest among them was a Spirit Elder and the other three weren't soul masters.
'As long we get the hostages out of the fifth car...'
Tang Wulin frowned as the situation started to rise up in tension when the conductor, Mo Lan, offered herself as a hostage in exchange for the other hostages–which the terrorists agreed.
Now, no terrorists or any criminal having hostages would ever give up their leverage against the authorities, but Mo Lan had a special identity as the daughter of an administrator of Heaven Dou City. Her worth is more than a couple hundred passengers.
'Big sister...' Tang Wulin was worried for the kind conductor's safety but then his eyes widened, a plan suddenly hatched in his mind as Mo Lan was ordering the train staff members.
'I hope this works.'
....
Mo Lan was not having a good day. Especially since her forehead is being pointed with a gun as she's being taken hostage.
'Why did I choose this job again?' This wasn't the first time she's wondered this question to herself. If you exclude the fact about her father being influential, she graduated from a top tier university in Heaven Dou City as a summa cum laude and had many friends in numerous top places in the city to help her get a high paying job.
So why in all of Douluo's gods, did she decided to become a conductor?
Mo Lan was panicking inside but outwardly, she kept her cool. "I'm here to do the exchange. Release the hostages, now."
The one pointing a gun at her sneered and said. "Alright. I gotta admit, for a mere conductor, you're one brave Miss Mo Lan. You certainly live up to your name as the daughter of an official. I'm impressed."
"Quit the bullshit and just get this over with." Mo Lan calmly said.
"Oooh~ Feisty! I like that. Alright boys, release the hostages!"
There were about two hundred passengers in the fifth and fourth carriages, with elderly, women, and children making up about a third of that number. Over half were released and began trickling into the sixth carriage.
A terrorist completely garbed in black restrained Mo Lan from behind. He held a gun to her head as he watched the procession of people leaving for the sixth carriage, not noticing the faint smile she wore. "We kept the end of our bargain, so now it's your turn. You guys have forty minutes remaining to meet our demands or this train goes kaboom."
Mo Lan glanced at the terrorist, displaying a cold and calm demeanor that no average conductor would in this type of situation, and said. "What about you guys? Blowing this whole train up would also swallow all of you in the fiery explosion as well."
The terrorist scoffed. "Oh don't worry about us saint conductor, we got a plan."
Mo Lan narrowed her eyes at him.
'For these people to be so confident, they might have a powerful backer hiding in the shadows to help them escape. Dammit. Would we really survive this...?'
Just as despair begin to fill her heart, a familiar young voice called out to her.
"Big Sis! Big Sis!" A small figure ran out, and was instantly met with three soul assault rifles pointed at his head.
"Stop right there punk!" One of the terrorists said out loud, a dangerous look on his face.
"Who is this kid?"
"I don't know, but he ain't a smart one. I've give him that."
"Wulin? W-what are you doing here?" Mo Lan's face turned pale.
Indeed, it was Tang Wulin who had just barged into the carriage. He stumbled a few steps forward, tears in his eyes and a pained look on his face. A couple more steps and he arrived in front of Mo Lan and hugged her waist. "Big Sis, don't abandon me! They told me there are bad guys here." He glared at the terrorist with childish rebellion. "Don't hurt my big sister!"
"Huh? Is this kid your brother? How come you two don't look anything alike? Don't tell me... is he a bastard child?" The terrorist near to Mo Lan threw his head back and started laughing, the other terrorists followed as well.
"Shut up! He's my cousin!" Mo Lan ferociously glared at the laughing terrorists. She sneaked a questioning glance at Tang Wulin.
"Don't abandon me, big sis!" Tang Wulin was sobbing like his parents had died or something. "I don't care what happens! Just let me stay with you!"
'This kid…' Mo Lan looked to the distant security captain. What is he playing at?
'Good.' Tang Wulin lowered his head as he followed alongside Mo Lan and be escorted towards the fourth car.
Now, he could clearly tell that there was a total of ten terrorists with his spiritual sense. Four is being left in the fifth car while four was in the fourth car, guarding a dozen hostages left, and the remaining two was hiding in the hostages.
As he came close towards the bridge that connected towards the fourth car, he suddenly smell the heavy stench of blood in the air and he bore witness–to a bloodbath. Crimson blood dyed the walls, windows, and seats while corpses lay lifelessly on the floor.
Witnessing such a scene, that could make any child nauseous and vomit, Tang Wulin could only felt pity, sadness and anger.
'Ah, again.' His eyes turned blank and lost the luster in them. 'This scene... This bloodshed... I wasn't able to stop it from happening again.' He raised his left hand, fingers curled, and tendrils of golden blue silver grass vines slowly began to appear beneath all of the terrorists.
'I shouldn't have hesitated. These people...no, animals... don't deserve any mercy. They're just like those monsters from three years ago. This world don't deserve these filth.' Tang Wulin raised his head up, his normally black pupil eyes changed into a crimson red.
"They need to be purged..." He muttered as he clenched his right hand into a fist. Three black soul rings appeared around him, making him glow with an eerie dark light, and the golden blue silver grass vines shot out and impaled every single one of the terrorists.
"What the–kyaaaa!" Mo Lan's face was quickly drained out of all colors as she witnessed something horrible.
She saw two people, the terrorists who were escorting both her and Tang Wulin to the fourth car, being skewered from their pelvis to their heads and spraying out blood like they were a fountain. The scene was even made more terrible by how Tang Wulin looked.
Right now, with the work of his disguise making him look average and retaining most of his features of similar black colored hair and eyes.
But the way he was completely covered in blood, a black glow and three black soul rings surrounding his body, and with a large golden blue spear of some kind in his hand made him looked–terrifying, to say the least.
"Big sis. Excuse me for a moment," Mo Lan flinched when she heard Tang Wulin speak, especially as he looked at her with such cold and dead eyes. It was like he was only cleaning some insect than taking several lives in an instant. "but I have to go get the controller of the bombs or they'll explode. If that won't do, then I'll try to find every bomb in this train to get rid of them."
That was the last thing he said before he disappeared in a flash, greatly shocking Mo Lan.
"...That kid, who was he?"
....
"Goddamn." Xiu Ye whistled, an impressed look on his face after he witnessed seeing Tang Wulin skewering the terrorists like they were victims of Lord Vlad. "He just left the scene like some kind of anti-hero, after impaling those guys through their ass all the way to their heads like he was the incarnation of Vlad the Impaler. I'll rate that as a 7 out of ten, he didn't make any cool one-liners."
He sadly smiled and leaned his chin on his right palm. "I can't decide whether I should he proud or saddened by the fact that Wulin is killing people without any remorse, monsters that they are or not. At this rate, he might just succumb to his beastial side and become the true Golden Dragon King...or worst...the Dragon God."
Xiu Ye tilted his head. "What do you think I should do..."
In front of him, with swords embedded into each of his thighs and further down into the top of carriage, and both of his arms completely cut off from the shoulder, and is still bleeding out, is the real leader of the terrorists and their so called backup plan when they get their people.
The man was called the Emissary of Pestilence, and right now, he was a crying mess.
"Please... I've told you everything that I know... Please...just let me go..."
"How sad to see an evil Soul Emperor begging to a Soul Ancestor for mercy." Xiu Ye stared nonchalantly as the man continued on sobbing and begging. "I even know some Soul Grandmasters who wouldn't break like you are right now, just how pathetic are you? Well what did I expect from someone who wanted to infect everyone in the train with the same virus that turns people into zombies."
"Luckily, I managed to detect it before the virus got into the people's bloodstream and destroyed it." He raised a small vial filled with dark red liquid and slowly swayed it with his hand. "All except for this one I got from you, I'm taking this for further analysis and try to find a cure. Though after analyzing it here, it's not going to be easy."
"Please...let me go... Let this pain end..." The man ignored what Xiu Ye was saying and kept on begging.
Although having both of his arms be severed from the shoulder was painful, it couldn't hold a candle as to what the swords impaling his thighs. It felt like his entire body's sensitivity rose up by a hundredfold, making even a slight breeze felt like he was being cut apart–much less the cold steel blades that was releasing small sparks of electricity.
It felt like his thighs was constantly being struck by lightning.
They were some nameless blades from a mage that had a sort of twisted taste of torture, making anyone who was stabbed by them amplify their body's sensitivity of touch and pain, and making the blades release small charge of electricity.
Xiu Ye coldly stared at him, raised his right hand, "Fine. I'll end the pain for you." and swiped his hand towards the Emissary of Pestilence–decapitating his head. Bright crimson fire then burnt the body into a crisp.
"Only so you wouldn't self-destruct to take me and the entire train out of spite."
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