If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 839

Raymond trotted into the lobby of the South Railway Station with Baleno's paper bag in hand.

The hall is full of sunlight, and the golden light shines in from the elliptical tortoise-shell-shaped dome above the head. Every piece of tempered glass is spliced ​​together to make it look like a whole. The huge space is enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people crowded together at the same time.

As expected, the station in a big city looks like his grandma no matter it is practical or not. At least it doesn’t look like when you catch a train in India, you have to be almost pushed off the platform and crushed to death.

But the big place also has big disadvantages. For example, Raymond can't find a toilet in this miniature bird's nest.

While trotting in the hall, he looked left and right to find the restroom. Since the South Railway Station had not yet been officially put into use, many facilities were not properly prepared, such as the restroom signage that should have been everywhere.After getting off the platform and entering the hall, he was easy to find, and there was no one to ask for directions on the road.

The same is true now when entering the hall, the rows of seats are empty, and only the direction of the convenience store can see the dozing clerk brother, and the foreign worker in the hall dragging his earphones and swinging to his own beat. The cleaning girl.

Raymond held the Baleno paper bag to lock on the cleaning girl who was listening to the music, and trotted over. Before he could speak, he was almost swept by the mop on the other side who raised it as a microphone. He barely avoided the crowd with a big jump Sewage mop cotton.

"Damn, can you be more careful?" Raymond lowered his head and patted his trouser legs in shock. This was his last set of clothes that could be changed and washed. Now that he finally arrived in China, he was willing to change. If it gets dirty again There is no place to change.

However, the cleaning girl didn't notice Raymond, and she was still in self-promotion, her black hair was flung like a propeller, and she even wore a pair of sunglasses to imitate the singer bending over to mic. What is classic hard rock.

Raymond glanced at the cleaning girl's earphones, hey, it's still from SONY, the quality of life of the Chinese people is improving day by day, this set of equipment can't be bought for a thousand bucks, right?But that's not his thing to worry about now, what he really worries about now is the crotch he's about to squirt.

"Good sister, ask me the way, where is the toilet!" Raymond took his hand out of his pocket and snapped his fingers in front of the cleaning girl, then quickly retracted, and showed a handsome smile.

When he is away from home, even if he is working as a drudgery, he must not forget the most coquettish demeanor of the executive department, otherwise his code name of the executive department 'B007' is fake?
"Who is your good sister, can a man pretend to be gay these days?" Unexpectedly, the cleaning girl ignored him at all, pushed her sunglasses and continued to wriggle around with the mop, and almost bumped her butt Raymond.

"Good ass, personality, woman, you have caught my attention." Raymond wanted to say this, but he is a family man, and this method of flirting with girls might have been handy five years ago. After you have a wife, no matter how old you were, you still have to pretend to be a landlubber outside.

"Sister, I can't help but ask, where is the toilet?" Raymond asked for help honestly.

"Small ones, big ones?" The cleaning girl impatiently took off her earphones and squinted at Raymond through her sunglasses, even chewing gum in her mouth. No wonder AC/DC's "Highway to Hell" was playing in the earphones Twist so joyously.

"Does it matter?" Raymond felt his hip muscles began to loosen, which was not good news.

"Yes, and it's very big." The cleaning girl nodded seriously.

Ouch, I have a bad temper.
Raymond thought that everyone wears sunglasses, but your Tyrannosaurus probably costs a few hundred dollars. I can use the hidden button as a frag grenade. Wearing sunglasses can act as an agent!You 007 or me 007, do you have to ask whether the toilet is big or small, sir? !
"?" The cleaning girl couldn't hear the rich mental activities under Raymond's purple face, and turned her head to examine the foreigner, "50?"

Raymond couldn't understand the 50 stalks of the cleaning girl, and he answered honestly, "Big one."

"The older ones should take a long way to the bathroom on the second floor of Exit B. Don't go into the bathrooms in other places. You can't open them after entering. The doors of the cubicles are locked, and the pits are still being repaired." Seeing that Raymond was resigned , The cleaning girl curled her lips, probably meaning that my sister is really not used to you bastard, but she still raised her finger in the direction, then continued to put on the earphones and twisted, that is called a single-minded person.

Raymond was relieved, and finally understood why he didn't see the bathroom door all the way here. It seems that there is a price for booking the entire train station, and he would have to find a shop selling trousers in the station later. .

"Hey wait." The cleaning girl suddenly turned her head and raised her hand to stop Raymond, "By the way, ghost, no, that dark foreign guy, where did you come from? Wearing this look, I remember us This station is not in use yet!"

"Just passers-by who borrowed the toilet!" Raymond ran away after knowing the location of the toilet, who cares about the long reflex arc of the cleaning girl, he handed in the task after taking a shit, one more thing is worse than one less thing .

The cleaning girl chewed her gum and watched Raymond rush to the bathroom at Port B, then shrugged her shoulders, put on her earphones and started playing the next song, and even picked up a mop and played the guitar on it. few times.

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Sure enough, according to the instructions of the cleaning girl, Raymond plunged into the unfinished toilet. It felt like returning to India, full of nostalgia. Bah, he misses a fart. There is no toilet paper in the toilet. When he used the toilet for the first time, he washed his hands for at least three days.

I rushed straight to the last hole, loosened the belt and pulled the jeans, and a standard Asian squatted down. I am more Chinese than Chinese, all thanks to his wife who is 100% pure Chinese—you can’t pull it out when you squat on the toilet The kind of pureness, the possibility of such things as toilets has been eliminated in his family, and B007 has practiced squatting skills well.

Then there was a sudden diarrhoea, which was a pleasure. Raymond thought that the great Chinese poet Li Bai might also have diarrhea suddenly. He squatted in the wild and just saw a waterfall, so he wrote "flying down three thousand miles" Ruler, it is suspected that the Milky Way falls nine days" This is a quatrain.

It is said that when people shit, their minds are free, and they like to think about things when they are free. Raymond is no exception. According to normal thinking, he should take out his mobile phone to play with his mobile phone, but unfortunately, the mobile phone on him now is a special emergency phone from the Executive Department. Yes, it only has the function of making and receiving designated calls. Apart from exchanging feelings with the executive minister, it is just a brick. At most, it can be used to check the time and throw it as a grenade.

It’s really fucking convincing to the group of idiots in the equipment department, why everything likes to make bombs, glasses are bombs, mobile phones are bombs, passports can be bombs, every time he goes on a mission, he feels like a self-destructing infantry, To say that these things really came in handy when traveling through Afghanistan, but when passing through a place like India, he was always worried that someone would press the bomb button somewhere on his body, and he would think of Allah in the next second. Hu Akbar is gone.

India India is such a fucking place. There are people everywhere, the temperature is too hot to kill, the food is shit, and the traffic is even more shit. If he hadn't rubbed a group with a beautiful blonde tour guide sister, he might really be. Throwing himself in New Delhi. Alas, he regrets when he thinks of the blond tour guide sister. He really shouldn’t show off in front of the tour group. He drank the glass of Ganges water handed over by the tour guide sister. No matter how cured the sister’s smile is, he can’t heal his madness. It's rare for more than a few days.

Ouch, here it comes again, the big one is coming.

There was another unobstructed sound from the toilet. At the same time, the door of the bathroom was pushed open, and the sound of hustle and bustle came in from outside, accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

"The work has started. This afternoon, we have to hurry up and redo the tiles and drainage of the toilets on the second floor of Area B. I just came down and ordered that the floor tiles have to be planed and reburied." A captain wearing a yellow hard hat left. Come in and clap your hands.

"Don't. Re-bury? How much time will it take, all the tiles in the bathrooms on the second floor?" The two maintenance workers with pockets complained.

"Don't complain, I'll get angry just talking about it, can you not do it again? Team Shen didn't know where to find a temporary worker before, and forgot to do the waterproofing of the tiles on the second floor! You want to line up underground to catch the train! Water leak? Didn’t the supervisory engineer come here and scold everyone bloody? Fortunately, our own people discovered it early, otherwise everyone would have to be scolded, and the extra construction costs might have to be deducted from our salary.” The maintenance captain walked into the bathroom with a displeased face, stood in front of the sink and washed his hands.

"Oh my god, I have to work overtime today, and I have to pick up my daughter from school in the afternoon." The maintenance worker lifted the pocket to the sink and put it down.

"Tell your wife to pick it up." Another maintenance worker also put down his pocket and opened the zipper to take out the impact drill.

"She still has to attend school." The first maintenance worker also unzipped the pocket and fumbled inside.

"Um, why don't you pick up your daughter by the way?"

"Damn it, my wife teaches at a university, and my daughter is only in kindergarten."

"How many beautiful female college students are there in your wife's university?"

"Stop talking, it's time to work." The maintenance captain said, reaching out to fish out a handful from one of the pockets, and took out a black loaded micro-sound submachine gun.

Raymond, who was squatting in the last pit, probably lost interest after hearing a few words, and continued to poop, expressing his distress for these unlucky workers by the way. He knew how big the train hall was. I almost didn't have time to rush up to the bathroom on the second floor. Who knows how many bathroom tiles on the second floor have to be dug again.

There was a deafening sound of pounding, chug, chug, chug, chug, and the sound of tiles shattering. In the closed bathroom, people's eardrums were almost torn apart. Raymond could only clamp Baleno's bag between his knees and his body. Cover your ears with your hands.

At this time, he saw a pair of muddy boots appearing under the compartment baffle again. It is estimated that a maintenance worker noticed his side and stopped in front of his pit.

Raymond took the initiative to reach out and knocked on the baffle to remind that there was someone inside, but unfortunately his knock was drowned out by the chug of the impact drill.

"Damn, can you stop for a second." Raymond was very depressed.

As if he heard his voice, the impact drill stopped for a while, probably because it was cooling down or something, and then he had a chance to shout, "It's still pulling here, you are busy with your work, I will finish pulling and leave immediately. "

"I haven't heard of anyone here? Which unit are you from?" asked the maintenance captain standing outside the door.

"Passers-by, borrow a toilet to poop, don't worry about me, it's fast, just pull it and leave!" Raymond quickly explained.

"Oh, then hurry up and smell bad."

Raymond rolled his eyes and said that your shit tastes good?He opened his mouth to say sorry, when the hammer drill sounded again and this time it was not only his voice, but also a series of deadly submachine gun fires.

Amidst the noise of the impact drill, the instantly rising muzzle flame projected several figures crookedly onto the ceiling and wall of the bathroom. Standing at the door of the end compartment, the maintenance captain wearing overalls held the firearm expressionlessly and poured out the 2.3 rounds of bullets in the spiral magazine in just 100 seconds!
The entire partition made of anti-better board was beaten into a sieve, flying debris and dust splashed across the maintenance captain's cheek, leaving bloodstains, and a few ejected to the helmet with a bang sound. After the 2.3-second strafing, The maintenance captain raised the muzzle of the micro-sound submachine gun, and behind him was a maintenance worker holding the same gun, pulled the trigger and continued to pour fire until another hundred rounds of bullets were emptied.

The shirtless maintenance captain took off his overalls and jacket and raised his hand. The impact drill stopped working. The whole bathroom was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. White smoke was coming from the muzzles of the two slightly charged guns, and the floor was covered tightly. There was a layer of yellow shell casings, shattered flying debris and tile fragments, and the residual heat even made the temperature of the entire space rise a bit.

The micro-sound submachine gun was gently placed on the ground. The maintenance captain took out a light Glock 23 from the back waist, and pushed open the partition door close to the sieve in a tactical posture. In fact, he could almost see it through the hole. Behind him was the man in black who lay flat on the ground with no time to lift his pants.

"Dead?" The maintenance worker holding an impact drill not far away also took out a gun from his pocket and asked in a low voice.

"Not necessarily, maybe there is still a breath." The maintenance captain gently pushed open the sieve-like partition door, looking at the man lying on the ground in a pool of blood and said lightly.

"How is it possible that even an elephant can't survive being shot by two hundred bullets in this situation?" the maintenance worker said in disbelief.

"Are you questioning my judgment?" the maintenance captain asked.

"Don't dare." The maintenance worker who spoke was silent. The order of the cadres is absolute, the judgment of the cadres is correct, and the power of the cadres is invincible. This is the iron law of their "hive" organization. The small character whose position is still out of reach may be directly cleaned out in normal times based on the question just now.

"Only those who know the mixed race know how incredible this creature is." The maintenance captain said calmly, looking down at the man lying on his side in a pool of blood and curled up in front of the rushing water tank.

At this moment, his eyes seemed to turn pale gold as the gun barrel heated up after a round of shooting.

The two maintenance workers swallowed their saliva when they saw the captain's discolored eyes, but there was also some fanaticism in their eyes. This is the characteristic of a cadre, and it is also the goal they joined the organization to fight for. One day they will be able to work like the captain. Possess the appearance of this strong man!

"Have you been protecting the delivered things until your death?" The maintenance captain glanced at the bathroom but didn't find what he wanted, and saw the man curled up as if embracing something, and realized it.

"If you want to blame, blame you for being spotted by the organization." The maintenance captain walked over, raised his gun and pointed at the man. It wasn't that he was too cautious and wanted to make up the knife, but he knew that if the man in this cubicle was indeed It's a mixed race, the subsonic bullet of the submachine gun just now may not have completely killed the opponent.At least he noticed now that although the man was lying in a pool of blood, there wasn't a single bullet hole in his exposed head, and things like mixed races were so strong in vitality that they could be rescued even if their heads blossomed.

Suddenly, the maintenance captain seemed to think of something, and his face changed slightly.

200 rounds of submachine guns are fired in a narrow compartment, and what is the probability that none of the bullets hit the opponent's head?Just now, he subconsciously shot all the bullets at that squatting position, even if the opponent fell to the ground, he would be plowed by the second round of bullets.

unless
The maintenance captain suddenly raised the Glock and pointed it at the man's head, but at this moment, an unbelievably strong light burst out from the man's body. It was nearly 4000 lumens of light, instantly turning the entire toilet cubicle into a Inside the burning incandescent lamp, the two people who were staring intently at the man let out screams in an instant.

The light came and went quickly, but it was not so easy to recover the sight. The three men, including the maintenance captain, were blind for the time being. The dazzling light made their eyes turn red and weep in pain. Under the action of the gun, the two assistants, who were unable to calm down first, began to shoot crazily into the compartment, but all the bullets fired were returned with the sound of breaking after hitting the tiles and the ground.

The maintenance captain stabilized his mind amidst the loud gunshots in his ears. He first retreated to the corner of the wall and waited for a deep breath. His eyesight was also the first to recover. He squinted his eyes and scanned the entire bathroom, but he couldn't see the person who should have been shot and died. Corpses' shadows gone.

The opponent dodged all the bullets?No, how is this possible?The blood on the ground proved that the other party must have been shot, and the injury was serious!

Wait, is the other party wearing body armor?
Not right. He clearly remembered that when he secretly observed Raymond, the man was only wearing a black T-shirt!

Is it a bulletproof T-shirt?
The maintenance captain felt a little ridiculous for a moment. Such a thin fabric has no space for interlayers. How could it play the role of bulletproof?What material is this bulletproof T-shirt made of?
".Silicon carbide porcelain plate, ceramic matrix, four generations of hair fiber composite laminated combination, or the imitation Armani summer fashion style, you have never seen the world, you damn beetle!" It seemed to be read by the maintenance captain. The voice of a man who was out of breath sounded outside the bathroom.That person was Raymond. He leaned against the wall outside the bathroom and gasped for breath. His left arm was bleeding profusely. At least dozens of deformed subsonic warheads were embedded in his T-shirt.

"It's right that I haven't seen the world. If it wasn't for this mission, I wouldn't have seen it either. Ouch, it hurts me so much." Raymond looked down at the bullet on the T-shirt, and then lifted it up to look at it again. The body surface is full of bruises inside, and the face is full of pain. Even if there is a body armor at this distance, the feeling is no different from being shot.

But more serious than these injuries were the two blood holes on his left forearm and upper arm.Even if a subsonic bullet at this distance penetrates a partition door with sufficient strength, it can directly penetrate his body. After all, he is not a hybrid with an outstanding body.

"But there will be something more dick you haven't seen before! Goofy dog! Lower your head!" Putting down his T-shirt, Raymond shouted angrily while flushing the bathroom.

The maintenance captain's face twitched suddenly, and he lowered his head as if realizing something, and found that a black mobile phone had been left under the feet of his two team members at some point, and a blood-red tree appeared on the screen of the mobile phone. The half-decayed tree, below is a countdown, and the countdown happened to run to 0:0:0 when his eyes fell on the screen.

He opened his mouth in an instant as if he wanted to shout and chant something, but it was a pity that he was one step too late for what he wanted to do.

The door of the bathroom shattered and burst out a large amount of gunpowder smoke and fragments of dust. Like a mud dragon, it rushed directly through the aisle outside and shattered the glass of the guardrail on the second floor of Area B. On the ground floor, there were a few screams and glass Few ascended to heaven.The entire South Railway Station was awakened by this huge explosion.

"It's really the first time I'm so damn grateful to the group of bomb lunatics in the equipment department!" Beside the falling smoke of the mud dragon, Raymond covered his arms and walked into the distance while gritting his teeth. said coughing.

(End of this chapter)