The train lurched violently amidst a piercing screech of brakes, causing Leitao’s gold-rimmed glasses to slide down to the bridge of his nose. He took the opportunity to shield his face with his sleeve to block the prying eyes of others. Outside the window, along the reeds beside the rail bed, three figures were moving rapidly, pressing close to the tracks.
"After you, Mr. Sato." Asada’s muzzle pressed gently against the small of Leitao’s back. Leitao noticed that the man’s finger was curled outside the trigger guard—a "non-lethal threat" gesture, implying that the Special Higher Police still wanted him alive for interrogation.
"Everyone off the train!" A Japanese Army corporal kicked open the carriage door with his bayonet, and several burly men in suits appeared in the doorway. Just as the corporal’s muzzle turned toward Meng Xiaoyu, the window on the left shattered with a deafening blast, the tempered glass splintering into a spiderweb pattern. Three silhouettes crashed through the window, their "Hanyang Hand Cannons" spitting fire. The shortened barrels kept the muzzle flashes nearly pressed against the Japanese soldiers' helmets. The spring plates welded to the chambers emitted crisp "clack" sounds, and the three modified 7.92mm rifle rounds formed a spread at two meters, instantly knocking three Japanese soldiers back onto their seats.
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