Chapter 178: A Happy Accident

He Yuzhu knew it was too late to clear the enemies in the woods, so he made a prompt decision: he must rescue Mayor Tian first, then turn back to deal with Feng Qingbo.

He exited the woods silently and sprinted with all his might along the railway tracks.

The cold wind of the winter night scraped across his cheeks like a knife, and the gravel under his feet crunched loudly in the silence.

After running for one kilometer, he released the horse from his space.

The horse shook its head and only became fully alert after two minutes.

He Yuzhu nimbly vaulted onto the horse and galloped along the dirt path beside the railway.

He had to rescue Mayor Tian before the train reached that bridge!

The sound of hooves was exceptionally clear in the night.

After galloping for about twenty minutes, a dull whistle finally came from afar—the train was coming!

He Yuzhu immediately retracted the horse into his space, nimbly rolled into the drainage ditch beside the tracks, held his breath, and merged with the darkness.

A steam train roared, breaking through the night, the white steam spewing from its head forming a hazy curtain under the moonlight.

The heavy wheels ground against the rails, emitting a thunderous "clack-clack" sound that made the ground tremble slightly.

He Yuzhu stared fixedly at the speeding carriages.

When the moment arrived, he leaped up like a cheetah and grabbed the iron railing at the carriage junction with precision.

The immense inertia flung him hard against the train body; he gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his arms, kicked the carriage wall several times, and finally flipped himself onto the roof.

In an instant, the biting north wind rushed toward him, chilling him to the bone. His teeth were chattering.

He immediately flattened his body, pressing his limbs tightly against the cold, slippery roof, and relied on the system to sense the positions of the armed personnel.

In less than five minutes, he locked onto the target carriage—the private compartment at the rear of the train.

There was a small platform at the end of the carriage, where two armed guards were standing watch vigilantly.

Timing the rhythm of the roof's swaying, he leaped down and landed precisely on the platform.

Before the two guards could react, they were collected into his space by him.

He Yuzhu flashed into his space and quickly changed into a set of military uniforms he had just seized.

When he reappeared, he tested the door leading into the compartment and found it locked, so he had to raise his hand to knock.

The sound of "Dong, dong, dong!" rang out in the carriage.

An impatient voice said, "It's not time for the shift change yet, what are you knocking for!"

He Yuzhu kept his head down and swayed his body, pretending he was about to soil his pants if he wasn't let in, "Report, sir, I really can't hold it anymore, I need to relieve myself."

"Lazy donkeys take more trips to the mill!" the officer cursed irritably.

Just as he opened the door, he was met with an unfamiliar face.

His pupils shrank, and just as he was about to shout, He Yuzhu's fist struck his jaw heavily; the guy fainted, and He Yuzhu conveniently collected him into his space.

He Yuzhu quickly pushed open the inner compartment door.

The two plainclothes Bodyguards reacted extremely fast and immediately reached for their guns.

But He Yuzhu was faster; the moment they pulled out their guns, he moved his mind and collected them into his space.

The entire process was clean, neat, and silent.

He Yuzhu saw someone lying on the bed fast asleep; he lunged to the bedside and lifted the quilt, ready to act, but suddenly froze—the person on the bed, although similar in build to Mayor Tian, was not him at all!

"Old men are cunning, old horses are slippery! Old Tian actually played a 'golden cicada shedding its shell' trick!" He Yuzhu cursed inwardly, his heart instantly turning cold.

Just then, the door leading to the front of the train was suddenly opened, and five Box Cannons were aimed squarely at him.

He Yuzhu slowly raised his hands: "Don't shoot, we're all on the same side!"

The leading man asked sternly: "Who is on your side? Speak, who sent you?"

"Everyone, there's a misunderstanding; I'm here to protect Mayor Tian."

Mayor Tian walked out from the shadows and smiled bitterly: "I recognize you; you are one of Xiao Si's people. Did she send you to kill me? I really wasted my affection on her."

"Mayor Tian, you've misunderstood; someone wants to kill you. There is a bomb under the bridge ahead."

Mayor Tian was startled upon hearing this and was about to ask a question when a guard prepared to pull the trigger.

He Yuzhu had long sensed that someone was about to act.

He suddenly crouched down while throwing two Flying Knives.

With two "clang" sounds, the Flying Knives hit the wrists of the two men precisely.

"Bang, bang!" Gunshots rang out, and bullets grazed He Yuzhu's scalp.

Taking advantage of the opponent's panic, He Yuzhu pounced forward like a fierce tiger and quickly knocked out the three men.

Mayor Tian was stunned by this sudden turn of events and was about to say something when He Yuzhu delivered a hand-blade strike to his neck, knocking him out and collecting him into his space.

He Yuzhu quickly cleared the battlefield, collecting both the dead and the living into his space.

Seeing that the train was not far from the bridge and thinking that the entire train was about to be blown up and countless innocent passengers would be buried in a sea of fire, he immediately rushed out of the compartment and found the bright red emergency brake valve at the carriage junction.

"Sssss——!!!"

A sound that pierced the eardrums came from under the carriage.

He Yuzhu was flung forward by the immense inertia and slammed heavily against the carriage wall.

Under the train, all the wheels were locked simultaneously, dragging out dazzling sparks in their frantic friction against the rails, and the screeching sound of metal tore through the night sky.

Inside the carriages, countless pieces of luggage flew off the racks and slammed into people.

Some passengers were thrown from their seats, some had their bodies struck, and the more seriously injured were left bleeding from their heads.

For a time, cries, screams, and curses rang out in unison.

Just before the train came to a complete stop, He Yuzhu quickly jumped off the train.

At this moment, the train head was less than three hundred meters from the bridge, stopping precariously on the edge of death.

He Yuzhu quickly hid behind a small dirt slope and took out the Sniper Rifle from his space.

Today's target is only one—Feng Qingbo must absolutely not be allowed to return alive.

"Boom, boom, boom!!!"

The sound of the explosion in the distance arrived as expected, but because the train had already stopped, only the bridge was blown into a mangled mess and completely snapped in the middle.

The passengers who had been cursing just a moment ago were now all rejoicing at having saved their lives, looking around everywhere in search of their savior.

At this moment, ten figures darted out from the small woods and rapidly approached the train.

He Yuzhu carefully identified them and discovered that Feng Qingbo was not among them; this grandson was truly too cunning, actually failing to show his face at the critical moment.

He Yuzhu did not open fire, continuing to wait patiently for an opportunity.

The ten people headed straight for the rear of the train, and two of them ducked into a compartment to check, coming out a few minutes later, "Group Leader, there isn't a single person inside!"

"Continue forward and take a look, did they hide inside the regular compartments?" the Group Leader ordered.

"Officer, it's full of passengers inside, and they're all desperately running out in a state of shock; how are we supposed to find them?"

The Group Leader thought for a moment and said, "The intelligence must have leaked; let's retreat immediately!"

Just as they passed by He Yuzhu's side, "Da-da-da!" the sound of a Submachine Gun rang out.

Five of the ten people fell in an instant, while the other five scrambled to the ground, drew their Box Cannons, and returned fire in the direction of the shots.