Steel steam and flame

His fingers moved quickly on the console. Countless dials with shaking hands and small lights shining in different colors all entered the scope of Norenter's consideration. He manually started the difference engine on the retrainer completely, then called up various previously stored programs based on the current situation of the retrainer, combined them, and set the specific time for the retrainer to start.

Then, he took a photo of the main control button for opening and closing the side doors of all cargo compartments. He glanced at the mechanical watch on his wrist, considered the time needed to deal with the remaining enemies, and set the closing time of the side doors before turning from the side. He took off a blunderbuss from the half-cut corpse, took enough ammunition, and loaded the magazine.

The "chichi" sound of the air valve releasing pressure came from outside the front control room, and bursts of gray steam overflowed from the ends of pipes everywhere, floating in the air and slowly sinking toward the ground.

Norentel used a mirror to observe the side of the warehouse. The diffuse gray fog only left a faint shadow, which no longer affected his vision. At this time, the toxic substances were diluted to only a small amount due to the warehouse's own air circulation system. Norenter pulled off his mask, revealing a face that was flushed with pain. The blood vessels on his forehead were still half bulging, and sweat soaked down his chin and onto his clothes.

The other hand was holding the shield tightly, and Norunter seemed to be calmer and calmer at this time. He was the only one left, but there might be many more enemies, at least two digits. He didn't feel any panic at all, but there was some nervousness, which was a warning to the sniper.

I have encountered a similar situation before, where he was the only one left in the team. So he doesn't feel any pressure in his heart. Only by surviving can he have a future. This is a belief he has always believed and practiced to this day. He was not born to be the captain of this special team. There were many people who were stronger than him in the past. But after mission after mission, they all died, and then it was his turn to take this position for who knows how long.

He warned himself not to be anxious now, as long as he waited for all the enemies who had gotten into the cargo compartment to come out, he could fire a bullet from the magazine and kill them all in less than a few seconds. Just wait and seize the opportunity.

The side door of the cargo compartment has been fully opened at this time, and the stuffed cargo can once again see the dim light around it.

Less than a minute later, people hiding in the carriage were already coming down one after another with dazed expressions. It was very quiet inside the warehouse. The steam engines and furnaces were in the preparation stage, and the sounds they made could not be called sounds. Only when the pressure in the pipeline is released from time to time will it make a high-pitched sound.

These people were still holding guns, because the nerves in their bodies were paralyzed due to inhaling the poisonous gas. The specific condition reflected is general weakness in hands and feet. The way they jumped on the unloading platform was as if they had fallen from it, which was not what a surgeon should look like at all.

",,,,," Some people were very careful. When they saw the side door open, they did not get down rashly, but roared in the car. Norentel had never learned the language of the Far Sea Common Country, so he could only guess in his mind what they would say. He also spent most of his energy looking for the sniper. That was his main goal.

Slowly, more and more voices sounded. These people seemed to be exchanging basic information. They were also guarding the surroundings with guns. More and more people fell onto the unloading platform one by one from the cars in the first half of the train. There were less than twenty people in total, maybe more than that. But if you can’t come down now, you may never come down. The final part of the poison gas paralysis is the brain. At that time, all the systems of the body will completely stop functioning under the influence of toxic substances, thus leading those people to death.

Norentl was very patient, and those people were very careful when they got off the carriage, but when they saw the corpses left in front of them, their bodies paralyzed by the poisonous gas also affected their own vigilance. They quickly relaxed mentally and had to relax. Those loose bodies could not support their concentration for a long time.

Someone climbed onto the roof of the car, saw the scene on the other side of the queue, and began to hesitantly yell. More people climbed up and shouted around. They didn't think that except for them, everyone on both sides was dead and no one was left. But there was no response to all the calls, and it seemed like they were the only ones left in the entire warehouse.

Finally, someone realized that the retraining should be started immediately and leave Xuefeng as soon as possible. Those people slowly descended from the roof of the car to the unloading platform, and hurried to the control room where the train was re-arranged.

Norenter saw all this, the time had been ripe long ago, and he has been looking for the sniper's shadow ever since. But he never found out that the other party was obviously much more professional than him in sniping, and his patience was incomparable. He was still anxious.

He no longer waited any longer, and now leaned against the door of the control room. After taking a deep breath, he turned his body over at a small angle, exposing only the half of his head needed for aiming. The gun fired out a pile of golden bullet casings, and the bullets accurately hit the head where it was aimed in an instant.

There were less than twenty people, and all of them died before the bullets in the gun clip were completely discharged.

Norentel did not encounter any resistance. This shooting gave him the feeling of being in a shooting range and shooting fixed targets with the gun in his hand.

But there was still a lot of sweat on his forehead. The threat from the sniper has been weighing on his heart. Without personally sending a bullet into the sniper's head, his body would never be able to relax.

After closing the side door of the cargo compartment in advance, Norentel quietly hid inside the fourth tractor's front from the trail hanging outside the tractor's front. He was about to hide in the cargo compartment at the back. The enemy probably believed that he would be in the front of the car in the first four sections, because the rearrangement needed to be controlled, and now he was the only one left. But he has no idea where the enemy is, which is very dangerous. He needs to make some preparations to make this game between hunter and prey fairer.

The surrounding furnaces raised the temperature a lot, and Norenter took off his body armor at this time. That thing is completely useless against sniper rifles, and it has no effect whatsoever on you.

"There are still fifteen minutes." Norentel was still in the front of the fourth tractor. The temperature here made him feel an indescribable sense of security, although he could never figure out the reason for it. He wanted to go to the next few carriages immediately, but for some reason, he didn't want to move anymore as his steps stayed here. He thought he was tired, but later Norentl realized that this was his own intuition, and it was safer here. Even though it's a little hot here, it's almost catching up with his body temperature.

He was sitting on the ground at the front of the fourth section of the tractor. The doors on both sides were closed by him. From the outside, the specific situation inside would never be visible, and the windows were also covered in white. Squeezing into a hidden corner, Norenter put his shield on one side of his body. He leaned against the steel wall behind him, collecting any tiny sounds from outside.

"The enemy probably won't come out. They will have to wait for the retraining to start." Norenter said, "Let's see who is more patient."

He sighed, took out a completely crushed pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, and picked a cigarette inside. After hesitating for a moment, he looked around. Even if smoke rose, there was no possibility of being noticed from the outside. So he lit the cigarette and took a long puff. Smoking at this time is indeed an excellent enjoyment for him that he cannot usually experience.