Tokyo: Parasite

Chapter 347 117: Xavier

Fei Du felt a little regretful about taking this job.

I should have given this mission to Tunzei earlier instead of competing with him.

But since it has already started, there is no way for him to stop it. Although none of them have ever been punished by President Augustus, they do not think that the president is a person with a high tolerance for mistakes and abilities, because all those who have made serious mistakes have disappeared without a trace.

Considering the president's character of not wasting anything, those people must be silently contributing their own efforts to the president's experiment as experimental materials.

"Forget it. With my camouflage effect, I still have to worry about the Paladin. Ito has never revealed any ability in this regard. As long as they can't find me, can you, Ito Makoto, still massacre the city?"

Fei Du comforted himself with this sentence.

He also just discovered that the zombie train plan he designated just happened to offend Ito Makoto. This guy, with so many modes of transportation to choose from, chose to take the train instead, and just happened to choose the train that he planned to cause a riot.

After all, his mission is to continue to cause trouble in Rio so that the paladins of the Holy See will have no time to pay attention to the situation in Japan.

And since the people from the Holy See arrived, he had only carried out a few small-scale releases of resurrected corpses for safety reasons, which caused some riots, but were quickly eliminated by Brand or Jennifer who arrived.

He was almost exposed, so he made some preparations and launched his plan outside Rio.

As for why he chose this train, he had his reasons. It was not a random choice, but because there were things on it that interested him.

But he didn't expect that he would get off to a bad start as he happened to run into Ito who was leaving the city.

Thinking that too many lice won't itch, he didn't think of explaining anything.

It's just right, let's try out the corpse general he carefully cultivated and see if he can cause any damage to this long-famous extraordinary person.

On the train.

After the great commotion at the beginning, things have gradually quieted down. Apart from the heavy rain, only a few people are left in the carriage, talking in low voices, and occasionally secretly looking at the extraordinary person in front of them, Makoto Ito.

Now those who want to survive have basically been divided into two groups.

A group of people escaped in the heavy rain through broken windows and emergency-open car doors.

Because visibility was extremely low, they disappeared in the blink of an eye, and it was unknown whether there were any infected people among them.

If there is, it's a battle royale on a large map.

But then again, if there is no other choice, people would always rather face nature than zombies.

There are also some people who have witnessed the power of Makoto Ito and know that this is the extraordinary person who appeared at the fire scene of the Christ Statue some time ago. The official has expressed gratitude and welcome from a distance, and also conducted scientific popularization to the public.

So instinctively, they have a basic trust in Ito.

So they spontaneously gathered behind him and followed him carefully.

But there are not many such people, only a dozen or twenty.

"Sir, maybe we can go find the conductor. Nowadays, most trains have two-way traffic. In an emergency, we may be able to communicate directly with the previous station and turn back on the spot." The high school student mustered up the courage to make a suggestion to Ito, who seemed to be sitting in deep thought.

He had just burned through several carriages, but strangely, the further he went, the fewer zombies there were in the carriages, as if they were deliberately avoiding him.

"Kid, didn't you notice that the broadcast has never been on?" A middle-aged man who seemed to be unable to move shook his head. "I'm afraid the control room has been captured, otherwise there would have been a broadcast. In my opinion, since the extraordinary people are here, the resurrected corpses can't pose a threat. It's better to stay in this carriage and wait for official rescue. In this situation, we can still trust their efficiency."

"Don't run outside. The weather is probably going to keep getting worse. No one knows if you'll run into a zombie outside. Even if you don't run into a zombie, getting lost in the rain forest and getting hypothermia from being in the rain for a long time is no joke. If you're unlucky, you might step into a swamp or run into a landslide."

"Besides, if there are still those zombies on this train, wouldn't it harm the people of the entire city if it stopped at the station? Have you ever thought about this?"

The middle-aged man's words were very steady, and the people who stayed in the car nodded involuntarily, feeling more and more fortunate that they had chosen to stay here.

The high school student also woke up in shock, scratched his head, and dared not make any more suggestions.

Ito declined to comment because he didn't understand.

It was the high school student who finally understood and relayed it to Ito in halting English.

Ito didn't care about the choices of these people. He just felt that the number of zombies did not match the scene and suspected that the other party had some other plans.

But he would not leave this train, at least not until the rain stopped.

"Many of us have called the police. The authorities must have received the information by now, but due to the weather, it may take several hours for them to arrive." The crowd discussed some more speculations, and the high school student told Ito immediately.

While Ito was still considering whether to continue cleaning the carriages or stay here to protect the survivors, footsteps were heard at the charred connecting carriage in front.

The feeling Ito had was completely different from the resurrected corpse he had seen before, but it also didn't look like an ordinary person because its steps were too steady.

Slowly, a different kind of creature, covered with long white hair, like a resurrected corpse of moldy tofu appeared in everyone's sight.

There is no white hair on the pale face, and the blue blood vessels are particularly obvious.

He turned to Ito and gave him a weird smile.

At the same time, the train began to move slowly in the direction it came from.

Ito didn't even say hello, but just raised his hand and a raging fire tornado bombarded him.

The air suddenly became scorching hot, and the people behind tacitly stepped back and held their breath.

However, the resurrected corpse was extremely fast. It broke out of the window a moment before the flames hit it, and the sound of footsteps could be heard on the top of the car.

Ito was also decisive. A column of fire shot up into the sky, instantly tearing a big hole in the roof of the car. Raindrops that hit it turned into white mist.

"what!"

A rapid scream came from behind. It was the resurrected corpse that broke into the car through the window at some point, grabbed a person in the blink of an eye, and threw him out of the car.

A speed-type resurrection corpse?

Ito's expression did not change. He did not care much about the lives of these people. He would protect them when it was convenient, and would just do what he wanted when it was not convenient.

"Ho ho."

The resurrected corpse did not continue to attack the crowd, but instead appeared upside down on the edge of the roof that he had just broken open, and gave Ito a provocative smile.

Then he ran in the direction of the train and disappeared in the rain and fog.

boom!
Ito ignored the other party's provocation, but blasted a passage in the car wall and turned to look at the panicked survivors.

"I don't have time to take care of you from now on. This is your last chance before the train speeds up."

After saying that, he walked towards the control room at a leisurely pace.

The survivors looked at each other and wanted to keep up, but the strangeness of the resurrected corpse and their companion who had just been thrown more than ten meters high came to their minds, and they stopped involuntarily.

"Let's jump out of the car!"

Several people who knew each other made a decision, jumped out of the car one after another, rolled a few times, and disappeared in the heavy rain.

Seeing someone taking the lead, more people jumped off the bus. Soon, only a high school student, a middle-aged man with mobility problems and a trembling college student were left.

The middle-aged man hung up the phone. He had just informed the authorities of the latest situation. "I didn't jump because my feet were inconvenient. You two guys, you have healthy hands and feet, why are you staying here?" The middle-aged man asked with a smile, squinting his eyes.

"I, I might be able to help! The next stop is Ottoni. If we can stop this train in advance, we will be heroes!" The high school student looked excited, as if he was ready to sacrifice at any time.

"I think so too." Another college student forced a smile and secretly put his weak and trembling legs in place.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "Have you ever thought that this extraordinary being can turn into a giant and destroy this train with ease? Why would he want you to be buried here with him?"

Hearing this, the college student's eyes widened, and without saying a word, he mustered up the last bit of his courage, stretched out his sore legs, and jumped towards the opening, leaving behind only a scream of pain.

"." The high school student stood there in a daze, as if thinking about the middle-aged man's words.

Rumble!
There was a loud bang, and a huge explosion seemed to have occurred in the front part of the train.

The magical thing is that this train carriage was not affected at all, but the speed that had just been increased seemed to be slowly decreasing.

That was naturally because Ito directly fused the connection of a certain carriage in front.

Without the guidance of the locomotive, the carriages behind would naturally slow down, and would probably stop soon.

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"Then didn't they jump off the bus in vain?" the high school student asked in confusion after hearing the middle-aged man's speculation.

"Hey, guess why that extraordinary person asked us to get off the train." The middle-aged man pointed to the carriage at the back, "The carriage over there hasn't been cleaned to the end yet."

As if in response to his words, the sound of faint, staggering footsteps was heard in the darkness, as if the remaining resurrected corpses were following the scent of the living.

The train almost stopped at this time.

"Let's go. If we don't leave now, it will really become lunch."

The middle-aged man picked up his backpack and climbed out of the car.

At this time, the high school students had no opinions of their own and could only obey.

After getting off the car, they were instantly soaked. The big raindrops were like beans, hitting their heads madly.

"Well, then Mr. Ito should be fine, right?" The high school student was still very worried.

“Worried about him? You should worry about our situation. He is extraordinary.” The middle-aged man’s tone was somewhat helpless. The two of them walked into the dense forest, and the sound of the raindrops became a little smaller.

The high school student was silent.

"What are you thinking about? Don't expect to leave me behind, or I will bleed to attract those zombies." The middle-aged man said as if joking.

The high school student waved his hands and took two steps forward, trying to help, but was pushed away again, so he had to give up: "I, I'm just confused, Mr. Ito's ability should be able to protect us. I've seen his battle footage, he's very powerful."

"Why?"

"what?"

"I mean, why should they protect you? Even locals may not be able to do it, so why would a foreigner do it?"

The high school student thought for a while and said, "Didn't the news say that he saved people under the Christ Statue Church before? And they said he was a good man."

The middle-aged man suddenly stopped talking and slowed down his pace.

"What if he was the one who set the fire?" The middle-aged man's words shocked the high school student.

"Impossible, that's not right, what reason does he have to do this?" The high school student shook his head vigorously.

The middle-aged man was not in a hurry and slowly explained: "The official only revealed part of the information about Ito, and that was the relatively good part. In fact, as long as you look into his background carefully, you can find out a lot."

"He burned down Tokyo, killing thousands of ordinary people, and destroyed a nuclear power plant that was under repair, causing an unknown amount of sewage to flow into the sea (which actually didn't happen). He was once the world's number one evil supernatural being, a fake one."

"It's not surprising for a person like this to do anything. Maybe he did this just to establish a relationship with the Holy Knights who came later, or to use Rio as his base in the future and make some secret plans. If you don't believe me, just wait and see. After today, he will definitely take this opportunity to join the action against the Voodoo Cult."

"Of course, the Voodoo Cult that controlled the resurrected corpses and caused such a big mess also deserves to die. If they fight each other, it's not a big deal. What's scary is..." The middle-aged man stopped and turned around, "They are in collusion with each other."

Although high school students are a little slow, they have seen everything in this era of information explosion: "You mean, they are acting?"

"It's hard to say. By the way, is your home in Belo?" The middle-aged man shook his head and suddenly changed the subject and asked about the high school student's background.

"Yeah." The high school student was in a bad mood and answered subconsciously.

The middle-aged man sat down under a big tree and asked, "Do you feel an itch in your hind legs?"

"Itchy? No.Ah!"

It was only then that the high school student discovered that a scratch had appeared on his hind leg.

His head buzzed, as if it had crashed.

Everything in front of my eyes was blurry and my heart started beating rapidly.

"Don't worry, I've been observing you for a long time. If you were going to mutate, you would have done it long ago." The middle-aged man's steady tone made the high school student feel a lot more at ease.

"This, I, you..." He didn't know what to say, and subconsciously took two steps away to keep a distance from the middle-aged man.

"If you haven't been infected, try to see if your strength has changed? Perhaps the virus has mutated in you?" The middle-aged man showed no signs of fear and seemed like a fun person.

The high school student took two nervous steps and then ran at full speed around.

"Faster, really faster—"

Bang! He crashed into a tree and broke it. However, he just felt a slight pain in his nose.

"It seems that I am lucky enough to meet a superman who is immune to the virus. So, Mr. Superman, are you going to contribute yourself to the official experiment?" The middle-aged man said in a teasing tone.

"I..." His excitement about becoming extraordinary slowly cooled down, and he hesitated.

Although he does have a sense of justice and desires to be a hero, he is not ready to pay the price of his freedom, especially when he has no idea what the authorities will do to him.

"Joining the official is not a good idea at least for the time being. Have you ever thought about investigating the truth of all this yourself? How did voodoo come about? Does it have anything to do with Ito? Are the extraordinary people of the Holy See really for the believers? Don't you want to figure it all out yourself? Then, as a great contributor, join the official and directly control the right to speak, without being manipulated by those profiteers."

As the middle-aged man spoke, the high school student's eyes became brighter.

"I want to! I want to! Please, please teach me!"

"Haha, I'm just an old guy with difficulty walking, so, what's your name?" The middle-aged man smiled.

"Tupac da Silva Xavier."

"Okay, I'll call you Xavier." The middle-aged man nodded casually and said his name.

"Feidu, you can just call me Feidu."

Under disguise, Fei Du said so.

(End of this chapter)