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Chapter 157: Reversal of the Express, the Silver Star on the road to destruction (8)

In the gap between the ceiling of the fourth carriage and the roof of the train.

Gin's face couldn't be any darker.

His hand was on the fluorescent stick that he had used to illuminate the room, and he had no idea what was happening outside.

Gin had already installed the bomb on the ceiling of the fourth carriage.

Just as I was about to go back, suddenly, the light that came through the gap disappeared.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Gin still covered his light source immediately.

To prevent light from seeping in through the cracks in the ceiling and causing him to be discovered.

Why did the light outside suddenly disappear? Gin didn't know, but he guessed that it was a power outage.

There should not be lights turned off in trains and corridors like the Silver Star where people watch the sunrise.

If you need to turn off the lights, you should only turn off the lights in different rooms.

There was a large-scale lights out, and if it wasn't for the Silver Star's conductor's sudden whim, the whole thing would have been caused by a power outage on the Silver Star.

Gin leans towards the latter, because if it's the former.

Even if he got off the train late, he would use his beloved Beretta gun to make a hole in the conductor's head.

No, not just making a hole, he also wanted the conductor to open up and have a good chat with him, in the physical sense.

"But my memory is not that bad... the darkness alone cannot hold me back."

The only working elder brother of the Black Organization sneered.

He moved quickly in the crack space along the route he remembered.

Its speed is only slightly slower than when there is lighting.

Then, when Gin returned to the third carriage and was about to continue to the second carriage.

The road from the third carriage to the second carriage disappeared.

"...?"

When I put a question mark, it's not that I have a problem, but that I think you have a problem.

At this moment, even Gin couldn't help but take a breath.

Where are the roads? Where are the cars? You're not going to tell me that the train is actually the Autobots from Cybertron.

While he was installing the bomb, the car in front turned into some Autobots and ran away, right?

Gin could no longer hold back the smile on his face, and his hand quietly reached into his coat.

He had already grasped the handle of the Beretta M92F pistol tightly.

My fists are hard, I'm going to go down and kill all the others right now.

Anyway, the train had already been decided to explode, so who could tell how the other passengers died?

But in the end, Gin forced himself to calm down and he loosened his grip on the Beretta pistol.

Trembling, he took out his communicator and was about to contact Kuma Sukawa in the first car to ask about the situation.

Rumble.

The train suddenly shook violently. Needless to say, it was probably an emergency stop.

Gin almost fell from the ceiling.

(The mission is important...!)

Gin's anger was about to reach its peak, he took out the communicator and started communicating with Kuma Sukawa.

Then... there was no signal and the communicator did not respond at all.

Did someone block the Silver Star's signal, or was the communicator over there destroyed?

The eyes of the Black Organization's big brother were filled with murderous intent.

The desire to kill has never been so strong.

Especially when he found that the lights outside suddenly came back on and someone called himself Habri Libnand.

Gin knew who was behind this and was about to kick the ceiling open to shoot the bastard. But after he saw through the crack in the ceiling, he saw a dozen flight attendants holding American submachine guns.

He took back the idea.

(This guy... is really rich. He actually arranged such sophisticated weapons and equipment in this country.)
(Damn it, I don’t know when the organization will approve me to use an armed helicopter.)
(Sooner or later I'm going to machine gun all these bastards into the sky!)

Gin was furious for a while, but finally decided to take a long-term view.

Anyway, when the train explodes, this bastard won't be able to escape, and revenge will be the same then.

Before that, at around 11:13, in the room of the first carriage.

Kuma Sukawa looked up with some confusion, somewhat bewildered.

The lights here suddenly went out in an instant.

He couldn't even read the fashion magazine in his hand.

(Oh my god, what happened? Did Gin detonate the bomb prematurely, causing the power supply line to fail?)

(That shouldn’t be the case. I didn’t hear any explosion. Was it just a power outage on the train?)

Without thinking too much, Kuma Sukawa's hand had already quietly put into his clothes.

He was ready to take action right here and there—until he pushed open the door and looked out into the hallway.

In the dim moonlight, a dozen flight attendants holding submachine guns turned their heads to look at him at the same time.

(…How did these guys get so many American submachine guns in Japan?)
(Is the organization too conservative? When will everyone be equipped with a submachine gun and can they carry out large-scale operations?)

Kuma Sukawa shook his head helplessly, quietly turned off his communicator, and then raised his hands.

"I surrender. Can you please stop doing anything for now?"

Crash, crash——————

With the sound of a short chain swaying, a figure stepped into the train in the moonlight.

Suddenly, Kuma Sukawa's eyes narrowed slightly.

Habri Libnand, the target of this organization.

We had intelligence that Habri Libnand would escape from prison and board the train for a "mobile trial."

That's why he and Gin boarded the Silver Star train and placed a bomb on the train.

Now that Habri Libnand had appeared, it seemed that all that remained was to leave the train.

Then just detonate the bomb and send everyone here to hell.

Haha, this is Gin's strong point, the gorgeous explosions and all.

"Prosecutor Kuma, don't worry. I won't harm any of the Silver Star's passengers. I'll just ask you to come this time."

"There is a simple purpose."

Libnand looked at Kuma Sukawa and said with great excitement.

"One year ago, the United States Attorney's Office used unreasonable evidence and unfair means to force the charge of [murder] on me!"

"I will never allow myself to die in such an unclear way, so I will conduct a [Mobile Trial] on the Silver Star train!"

"I have invited the prosecutor of the United States. In addition, I also hope that you, the prosecutor of Tokyo, can serve as a witness."

"This way, I think we can get the correct verdict in the [Mobile Trial]!"

Kuma Sukawa nodded seriously, performed a standard courtesy to Libnand, and then spoke.

"It is my honor. But please allow me to prepare for a while and then come to the trial when it begins, okay?"

"As you wish, thank you for your recognition and support, let's see you later."

Libnand also saluted and walked to the other end of the carriage, leaving four or five people here to guard and patrol.

In response, Kuma Sukawa took a step back, closed the door, and a barely perceptible smile flashed in his eyes.

It seems that you are destined to die in an unclear way, Mr. Libnand.

(End of this chapter)