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Chapter 131, Section 28: The Bomb Bus

Chapter 131, Section 28: The Bomb Bus

Naldo is an ordinary office worker in Gotham City. After get off work today, he declined his colleagues' invitation to have a drink and headed to the platform with his briefcase.

Because of the slippery roads due to the heavy snow, I almost slipped and fell when I stepped onto the bus stop.

He cursed the awful weather in Gotham, brushed the snow off his head as the bus pulled into the station, and rubbed his numb legs.

He skillfully took out some coins and put them in the fare box, then tore off a ticket, folded it carefully, and stuffed it into his inner pocket.

You must keep your train ticket safe. If you can't produce it when the police check your ticket when you get off the train, you'll have to choose between community service and a hefty fine.

For some reason, the driver, who usually stares intently at the fare box, didn't even turn his head today, as if his mind had been manipulated and he was staring straight ahead.

If you look closely, his shirt collar is soaked with sweat. The car has heating, but this reaction is still a bit much.

His gaze was drawn to the strange driver, and he forgot to turn his head as he walked forward, accidentally bumping into someone.

"Sorry, I didn't see you—"

Before he could even see the other person's face clearly, Naldo started apologizing.

Gotham has no shortage of tough guys; if the apology had been delayed, anything terrible could have happened.

The other party's silence made Naldo's heart sink.

His temples were wet, as if he had rubbed something off the other person. He reached out and touched them; they were slippery and had a pungent, bloody smell.

Turning his head, he saw the woman's body, which had been drained of blood.

Its head was tilted, the backpack strap was pulled off, and it was threaded through its neck and secured to the handrail on the top of the bus.

The fatal wound was a cut to the carotid artery; blood congealed on the floor, the roof of the carriage, and the side of the terrified passenger's face.

Naldo's nose, which had been frozen stiff by the cold wind, gradually regained sensation, and the smell of blood filled his nostrils.

What's going on here?!

Extreme fear made him forget to scream, and just then a hand pushed aside the female corpse and grabbed his hair.

"The last player is here, let's go!"

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The vehicle gradually accelerated, and the instrument panel needle traced an arc before finally swaying left and right at the 60 mph mark.

Naldo was thrown to the ground, and when he got up, the first thing he saw was a madman covered in bombs and dressed as a clown.

Calling him a madman wouldn't be an exaggeration; his eyes were unfocused, saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he occasionally let out a dry laugh.

Beside him, two strangely dressed men stood guard with guns.

The Clown Gang, which had been lying low for a long time, has reappeared. Under the leadership of their leader, this "rabble" supported by strong beliefs has shown extraordinary cohesion.

Of course, there is also destructive power.

"Newcomer, I'll make an exception and explain the rules again for you."

The clown gang member standing at the front stretched out his toe and rubbed it against Naldo's face.

"The game will start at 7 p.m. sharp. You can try to escape from this vehicle. Of course, not everyone will survive. Once there are fewer than 25 people in the seats, the bomb will detonate immediately."

Naldo then discovered that each seat was connected to a red thread, which, like blood vessels, lurked and flowed through the floor of the carriage, eventually converging on the bomb on the madman's body.

"The car windows are all closed, how am I supposed to escape—"

The man looked around and found that the window hammer by the window had disappeared.

"Bare hands! Of course, tools can also be used. Finally, a friendly reminder: don't try to attack the driver to make him open the door. Once the car's speed drops below 50 mph, the bomb will explode."

"Lastly, the game will last for 12 hours, so think carefully about how to survive within that limited time!!"

"The game is about to begin! If you don't want to end up like this woman, go and sit down properly!"

The Joker gang members swung their gun butts and smashed the man's body, showing everyone that this was the consequence of disobeying.

Naldo wandered aimlessly toward the back of the bus, where her seatmate was a beautiful, dark-haired girl with a grey coat over her sexy legs outlined in black leather pants.

Her legs were full and long, and the narrow space between the seats couldn't accommodate them, so the girl could only turn to the side and cross her legs.

She's totally a man's type. If it were any other day, he would shamelessly go up to her and flirt with her, even if he got a hard slap in the face, it would be a great honor.

But he has no such intention now.

"Damn it, I should have worked a little longer."

"It's all that damned Karin's fault for pressuring me to come home. Does taking care of the kids really have to be my responsibility?"

"If only I hadn't cut in line and let that old lady get on the bus first!"

Sitting in his seat, Naldo kept muttering to himself.

The humming, barely audible, finally pushed Selena to her breaking point. She secretly raised her hand and chopped the man on the back of the head, pausing the malfunctioning radio.

And so the world became peaceful.

Selena was also filled with regret.

It wasn't because riding a motorcycle was inconvenient in the snow that she chose to take the bus, but rather because she regretted not slapping Qin Wei a few times more hard six months ago. This man left silently, and then reappeared six months later. Instead of apologizing and explaining why, his first act was to shamelessly invite her to a dinner party.

What does he take me for? Who does he think he is!

Selena cursed Qin Wei and boarded the bus to their appointment.

No, no! Good girl, that's not what you should be thinking about right now.

Selena rubbed her temples, temporarily clearing her mind of distractions and focusing her attention on the bus robbery.

With 8 minutes left before the game starts, you can imagine the chaos that will ensue once the time is up. Nobody wants to be one of the remaining 25 unlucky ones, so they'll all be rushing to get out of their seats and try to break the window.

But doing so would result in detonating a bomb, and before that, someone had to step forward and take charge of all the passengers on the train.

But before the game even started, the Joker Gang didn't allow anyone to speak. Just like the woman sitting next to her, who was trying to calm everyone down, she was dragged to the aisle and had her neck slit as soon as she opened her mouth.

But the criminals didn't seem to stop them from using their phones; in other words, they weren't afraid of the GCPD at all, which gave the girl the opportunity to send messages to the outside world.

Reluctantly, she sent Qin Wei her current location and vehicle license plate number.

The game was set to last 12 hours, but Selena believed that if no one could lead these blind sheep, the vehicles would explode the very next second the game started.

Clearly, the game's designers wanted to see humanity trapped in a vortex of selfishness and the will to survive, leading to self-destruction.

Whoever he is, he is a vulgar and wicked guy.

The game is about to begin.

Selena stared intently at the time on her phone.

5 seconds.

4 second...

3 second...

2 seconds....

1 second...—