Courtyard House: I fish in the heavens, a professional bird abuser.

The air inside the train carriage smelled slightly better than on the platform outside, but it still carried a musty smell of despair.

The dim, yellowish light from the emergency lights cast long, swaying shadows on the stained metal walls of the vehicle, like a group of lost ghosts just crawled out of their graves.

Everyone slumped in their seats or leaned against the corner.

The exhaustion from surviving a disaster was even more debilitating than the feeling of being fighting among hordes of zombies.

Only two people were still standing.

One of them was He Yuanchao. He was leaning against the door frame of the driver's cab as if nothing had happened. The black Tang sword in his hand was already sheathed, but he didn't put it away. Instead, he casually held it in his hand and tapped the outside of his thigh with the handle of the sword. The rhythmic "tap, tap, tap" sound was particularly jarring in the deathly silent carriage.

The other one is Spence.

The man, dressed in a tattered designer suit, his face streaked with black and red, looking as disheveled as a stray dog, was standing right in the center of the carriage.

He was clutching the silver metal briefcase tightly in his hand.

That box containing the world's only T-virus stock solution and green antiviral serum.

His knuckles were white from excessive force, and the veins were bulging. His posture didn't look like he was holding a box, but rather like he was clutching his own lifeline, or a ticket to heaven.

"We're safe now..."

"Finally safe..."

Kaplan, trembling in the driver's seat, started the train, muttering to himself as if he were using up all the luck in his life to pray for a safe moment.

With a slight vibration and a hissing sound, the wheels and rails at the bottom of the train emitted a dull rubbing sound, the train suddenly lurched, and began to slowly slide forward.

At the very moment the wheel started rolling.

Spence laughed.

At first, the smile was just a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. Then, an uncontrollable ecstasy, greed, and a sense of triumph over revenge burst forth like a flood, completely shattering his facade of "amnesia" and "innocence."

He stopped pretending.

Inside that enclosed carriage, at that moment when the train had already started moving and no outside interference was possible, he felt he had already won.

"Put the gun down."

Spence suddenly turned around, flung the briefcase he had been protecting in his arms behind him, and the hand that had been hidden under his armpit now held a small but deadly miniature pistol.

He had retrieved it from the body of some unfortunate security guard amidst the chaos.

The dark muzzle of the gun was not pointed at He Yuanchao, the strongest fighter, nor at Ryan, who was holding a submachine gun.

Instead, it was placed directly on the head of the person who was most easily overlooked and the least threatening.

Matt.

The environmentalist who had been trying to uncover the truth was now slumped on the ground, panting heavily.

"Don't move!"

"If anyone dares to move, I'll smash their head in!"

Spencer's voice was sharp and hoarse, slightly off-key due to extreme excitement. He had one foot on Matt's chest, and his eyes flashed with an almost manic ferocity.

This sudden turn of events left everyone stunned.

No one expected that this coward, who had almost wet his pants and was kneeling on the ground begging for help, would suddenly turn into such a vicious thug.

"Spencer! Are you insane?!"

Captain Xue De instinctively raised his rifle, but he dared not fire. The carriage was too cramped, and stray bullets could injure his own men at any moment. Moreover, Matt was still in the enemy's hands.

Ryan even yelled, "You bastard! I knew you were no good! Let him go!"

"Shut up! You bunch of idiots!"

Spence grinned maliciously; his once handsome face was now completely distorted.

"Who do you think I am?"

"I am Spence Parks! A future core member of Umbrella's leadership! What right do you soldiers, who only deserve a fixed salary and are cannon fodder, have to yell at me?"

"And you!"

His gaze turned maliciously to He Yuanchao, who had been leaning against the door watching the show.

"What kind of bullshit Level 9 Inspector? What kind of technical consultant?"

"I've been thinking about this carefully. How could those old guys at headquarters possibly send a Chinese person to this top-secret base as an inspector?"

"Are you an imposter too? Or perhaps a spy sent by one of our competitors?"

"But none of that matters anymore!"

Spence weighed the box behind him, his eyes becoming incredibly fervent.

"With this, whether it's Umbrella or the black market, I can earn more money than I could spend in several lifetimes!"

"This involves billions of dollars in business! Billions! Do you understand?!"

The atmosphere inside the carriage was frozen solid.

Alice sat on the ground, her eyes fixed on the arrogant man.

Under the influence of that nutrient, as the fragments of memory continued to reassemble, the anger caused by the betrayal burned fiercely in her chest like a raging fire.

She remembered.

I remember everything.

That fake wedding photo, that seemingly sweet home, and that greedy look on that man's face when he stole the virus from the lab that night.

"It's you..."

Alice slowly stood up, her voice as cold as ice.

"You stole the virus."

"You broke the test tube on purpose."

"You turned this place into hell."

"For money...you killed over five hundred people?"

"So what?!"

Spencer showed no shame; instead, he roared even more wildly.

"They're just ants! Tools! Their lives are worthless!"

"In this world, only money and power are eternal!"

"Alice, don't put yourself on such a noble facade! We're the same kind of people! Why do you think you were in that villa? You were there to help me! We're partners! We're husband and wife!"

"If you come here now, kill that so-called advisor, kill these useless soldiers, we can take this money and fly away! We'll be billionaires! We'll have everything!"

He Yuanchao smiled.

He simply couldn't resist.

He burst out laughing.

That laughter carried a strong sense of mockery and a pity as if looking at an idiot.

He shook his head and casually flicked away the half-eaten lollipop stick he had been holding in his hand.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Spence, oh Spence."

"I originally thought you were just a bad seed, but I didn't expect you to be a pure-blooded idiot."

"You really think you can become the conductor of this train to hell by grabbing a crappy gun and taking someone hostage?"

"besides……"

He Yuanchao slowly straightened up, and the oppressive aura he had been suppressing, as terrifying as the deep sea, began to emanate from him little by little.

"Who gave you the courage to play with a gun in front of me?"

"Fish Leong?"

He Yuanzhao took a step forward.

It's just one step.

But the psychological pressure on Spencer was even greater than the attack by the zombies earlier.

This man has an indescribable quality about him.

It's like a god standing above mountains of corpses and seas of blood, looking down on all living beings, or like a giant who can crush an ant with a flick of his finger.

Spencer's hand trembled slightly, the gun barrel pressed firmly against Matt's temple, and he roared, his voice trembling with fear:

"Don't come any closer! Back off!"

"If he takes one more step, I'll shoot him!"

"Step back! Open the car door! I want to get out! I want to take my suitcase with me!"

"get off?"

He Yuanchao's smile widened.

"We're still inside a tunnel, and outside is a railway track traveling at 100 kilometers per hour. Are you sure you want to get off now?"

"We'll see."

"That box is company property."

"As a dutiful Level 9 Inspector, how could I just stand by and watch you abscond with company secrets?"

As He Yuanchao spoke, he casually reached into his jacket pocket.

This action startled Spencer so much that he almost lost control.

"Don't move! Take your hand out!"

"Okay, okay, take it out."

He Yuanchao shrugged and pulled his hand out of his pocket.

He wasn't carrying a gun.

They didn't bring any hidden weapons.

He had only a small, button-sized black remote control between his fingers.

There is only one red button on it.

Spencer's pupils contracted sharply.

A very ominous premonition welled up in my heart.

"What...what is that?"

"This one?"

He Yuanchao fiddled with the remote control as if he were playing with Spencer's life.

"Do you really think I just tossed the box to you casually when I gave it to you at the villa upstairs?"

"As a professional consultant, I always leave a little... insurance on any item that might have value."

"For example, I had someone put a really interesting little gadget in the handle of this box."

"It was originally intended for theft prevention, but now it seems more suitable for preventing traitors like you."

Spencer's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He instinctively wanted to loosen the box.

But he dared not.

That was his only hope, his future wealth and glory.

If he lets go, he will truly have nothing left.

greedy.

In the end, reason prevailed.

"You're lying to me! You're bluffing me!"

"This box has been right under my nose the whole time! When did you tamper with it?!"

Spence roared hysterically. He didn't believe it. He couldn't believe that anyone could do something so wrong right under his nose in such a short time.

Believe it or not.

He Yuanchao's eyes turned completely cold.

That look of staring at a dead person reappeared.

Do you know what the saddest thing in the world is?

"It means the person died before they spent all their money."

"Oh, no, that's not right."

"For you, it should be..."

"I was halfway through my dream when I was struck by lightning and woken up."

He Yuanchao pressed his thumb lightly and without any hesitation onto the red button.

"drop."

A very faint electronic sound rang out.

Followed by.

The silver briefcase that Spence had been clutching tightly in his hand suddenly lit up with a ring of blue electricity!

The blue light was dazzling in the dimly lit carriage, beautiful yet deadly!

"ah----!!!!"

A scream ten times more agonizing than the one from the zombie bite erupted from Spencer's throat!

That's not a normal voltage of one or two hundred volts.

That was a miniature pulse stun gun that He Yuanchao had specially prepared for this situation, capable of instantly releasing tens of thousands of volts of high-voltage current!

This technology comes from the technologically advanced era of the later stages of "Bright Sword," and is a non-lethal weapon specifically designed for interrogating and suppressing powerful enemies.

However, this so-called "non-lethal" only applies to enhanced warriors.

For an ordinary person like Spencer, whose body had been hollowed out by wine, women, money, and power, this was nothing short of torture!

The electric current felt like venomous snakes, instantly burrowing into his entire body's meridians along his palm.

The gun in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

His whole body was convulsing violently, his hair stood on end, and even the suit he was wearing was emitting black smoke. The air was instantly filled with the smell of burnt meat!

He wanted to let go.

But that's high voltage!

The muscle spasms caused by the electric current made him clench his fist even tighter, as if the box was stuck to his hand and he couldn't shake it off!

He stood there trembling wildly for a full five or six seconds, like a breakdancing puppet.

Until He Yuanchao released the button.

"thump!"

Spence foamed at the mouth, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed heavily onto the floor like a lump of mud.

My body is still twitching uncontrollably.

The suitcase then slammed into his chest, like a tombstone.

The entire room fell silent.

You can even hear their breathing.

Xue De, Ryan, and Alice all stared blankly at the scene.

One second he was an arrogant robber with a gun.

The next second it turned into a smoking "roasted meat".

This reversal happened so fast that it almost made their brains freeze.

He Yuanchao walked over slowly.

He bent down, as if disgusted by the dirt, picked up the suitcase with two fingers, and wiped non-existent dust off Spencer's clothes.

Then, he handed the box to Alice, who was still in a daze.

"Take it."

"You'd better take it carefully this time."

"If this kind of trash snatches it away again, I'll really have to question your professionalism."

Alice blankly accepted the box.

She looked at her ex-husband, who was still convulsing on the ground, and her eyes no longer held the anger they once had, but only extreme indifference and disgust.

"Is he...dead?"

Matt rubbed his aching chest as he got up, and looking at Spencer's miserable state, he felt a little nauseous.

"No."

He Yuanchao kicked Spence.

"This kind of scourge lives on for a thousand years; it's incredibly resilient."

"That little bit of current was just enough to give him a deep massage, at most it might give him a little Parkinson's for the rest of his life."

"but……"

He Yuanchao turned his head to look at the tunnel wall that was rapidly receding, listening to the howling wind outside.

"His final destination has been reached."

"This train doesn't support idlers, much less traitors."

"I'm a very democratic person."

"I'll give you a chance."

"Should we just throw him down there, or leave him here to disgust people?"

Actually, there's no need to ask that at all.

Rain was the first to step forward.

"Throw it down!"

"That bastard killed JD, killed so many people!"

"Letting him live is already letting him off easy!"

"Throw him down! Let those zombies play with him!"

Xue De didn't object, he just nodded silently. For a teammate who stabbed someone in the back, not executing him on the spot was already a lenient act.

"Alright, the will of the people cannot be defied."

He Yuanchao grabbed Spencer by the collar with one hand and dragged him to the rear door of the train like he was carrying a dead dog.

"Sizzle—"

He manually opened the rear door.

A fierce wind howled in, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

Gazing at the endless, receding darkness, He Yuanchao lowered his head and whispered in Spencer's ear, which was still ringing:

Remember this in your next life.

"There are some things you shouldn't touch."

"Some people are definitely not someone you can mess with."

"Goodbye, and don't bother seeing me out."

He let go.

Spence's body was like a bag of garbage, instantly swept out of the carriage by the gale, tumbling wildly on the hard sleepers and gravel, and disappearing into the dark depths of the tunnel in the blink of an eye.

As for whether he will fall to his death or be eaten by the monsters behind him.

That's not something He Yuanchao cares about.

He closed the door and clapped his hands.

"alright."

"The flies have been dealt with."

"Now, let's get down to business..."