I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 354 - 352: Human Bomb

Chapter 354: Chapter 352: Human Bomb

Yin Country, Bai Feng City Subway Station.

Zhou Yun parked a black van at the street corner, with Wang Ye sitting beside him, his face indifferent.

Behind him were six organization members their age, carrying small backpacks and quietly curled up in the dark corners.

At the cramped end of the rear compartment, a bald and brawny man sat crouching, the light from his mobile phone illuminating his fierce face.

Zhou Yun looked back at the rear seats and said, "We’re here. Today’s operation will be the start of our revolution, letting Zhao Ling know this country isn’t hers."

The bald man said, "It’s only 5 o’clock now, not yet the rush hour. Wait."

Zhou Yun nodded and then turned his gaze to Wang Ye.

Half a month had passed, and Wang Ye’s complexion had improved a lot. The bandages on his body had been removed, and there were still some bruises on his face that had not yet disappeared, and crusted wounds on his body, but such injuries were no longer significant to him.

Wang Ye knew what they were going to do. The backpacks the teenagers carried were filled with bombs, and they were also strapped with some. When the rush hour came, they would flood into the subway and carry out their suicide bombings.

Bai Feng City was nothing more than a minor third-tier city with a permanent population of only one million. It was far from the political and economic center of Yin Country and was an overlooked place.

Moreover, the local government was both incompetent and immoral, with government agencies and public positions monopolized by blood relatives. The local residents were mostly engaged in temporary labor and street vending for their livelihood. Private enterprises also operated in many gray industries, providing very limited job opportunities.

Even if a sudden incident occurred here, given the local government’s efficiency and regard for their own lives, they would not react immediately.

It was precisely because of this that the organization had chosen this place to stage a terrorist attack.

"Why choose the subway as the target?" Wang Ye asked.

Zhou Yun was momentarily stunned by this sudden question. She smiled and said, "Because there are a lot of people. What else could it be?"

"The subway is full of law-abiding citizens. If it’s a revolution, it’s for them too, right?" Wang Ye said.

Zhou Yun’s eyes darted around, and she said, "There will always be sacrifices in a revolution. To do great things, we cannot be petty. We must let go of our ideological burdens to perform greater acts of goodwill."

"Why not bomb the government buildings?" Wang Ye asked again.

Zhou Yun was at a loss for words. At this moment, the impatient man in the carriage said, "Why the hell are you asking so many damn questions? You want to go? I can give you a pack."

Wang Ye was annoyed, but Zhou Yun placed her hand on his shoulder and patted it, then turned to the strong man and said, "Enough, enough! Say no more."

After pacifying Wang Ye, Zhou Yun said, "The government buildings are important structures. After we’ve overturned the rule of the Yin people, we will need to continue using them."

Wang Ye didn’t respond. He wasn’t foolish. This organization was nothing but pure terrorists. What revolution? They were just puppets supported by some powers within the country.

The corrupt elements in the government, the haughty Yin people, and these guys paid to sow division...

Wang Ye wouldn’t take sides. They all deserved to die.

"Wait another hour, and then just like going home, enter the subway. Don’t panic, get on the train slowly, two at a time. Once you’re aboard, move to the middle car then detonate. I’ve left the pull rings outside, so be careful not to snag them on your way," the strong man told the kids in the van.

"What if we get stopped by security checks?" one girl asked.

Zhou Yun chuckled, "A few years ago, people online would say that it was meaningless and very troublesome to have security checks at subway stations. Once the issue got enough attention, the government removed the checks in some cities. Bai Feng City has none now, so you can just waltz in."

"The internet has recently been buzzing about opening up the freedom to buy guns, right? I think that’s a good thing too. It would make things a lot easier for us," the burly man laughed.

"Have you seen the news? The Sethiyan Federation has already started gun bans. Who knows, maybe our side will really open up gun purchases," Zhou Yun said.

"Who knows indeed? But our netizens are numerous, make a fuss, lead public opinion, and a lot of things just happen. Wasn’t it the same with the removal of subway security checks?" the burly man retorted.

After some idle chatter, Zhou Yun opened the compartment under the driver’s seat, took out a handgun, checked the magazine, engaged the safety, and then slid it into her waistband.

Then she turned to Wang Ye and said, "Just observe today, how we operate. First, you must rid yourself of fear. You need to understand that we are doing something good, something great. We are accelerating the march of history. Yin Country is rotten to the core; reform is useless. Without the death of that lot and a civil war to cleanse the country, there’s no chance of things improving."

The burly man also grinned and said, "The problem with Yin Country is its sheer size, so much land, so many people, all under one nation. Just look at West Soil. A country there has only a few million people, at most just over ten million. Do you know the advantage of that? Competition isn’t as fierce, the government of a small country becomes more flexible, and without internal wrangling, there is no involution."

"Foreigners are right to say that Yin Country shouldn’t be so large, so united. It should be split up, divided into dozens of small countries like West Soil. Then all problems would be solved. The Sethiyan Federation would stop sanctioning you and might even start cooperating."

"So I say, no wonder others say you’re a threat every day. You’re so large, with so many people, and you’re amassing so many weapons. If not for domination, then what for? We are pushing history forward, doing good deeds."

After finishing, the burly man glanced at his phone and said, "It’s almost time. Get your emotions in check, take out the phones that were given to you and remember to start the live stream before you set them off."

The kids nodded, each pulling out various used smartphones, all equipped with the most popular domestic short video app "Shaky Music."

"Scared?" Zhou Yun asked with a smile.

The six children shook their heads. Under the bright glow of the colorful phone screens, their six smiling faces looked like the dead in Hell.

"We’re liberating this country."

"We are heroes."

"People going to school will read about us in their books!"

"Yeah! We’ll be just like that... that hero in the elementary school textbooks!" The children excitedly proclaimed.

Wang Ye felt ill at ease, six bombs merging into the crowd; the consequences were easy to imagine.

Half an hour later, as the evening rush hour officially began, the burly man slid open the van side door, and six human bombs strapped on their packs and filed out.

Through the windshield, Wang Ye watched them cross the street and head towards the subway station.

They wore simple clothing and looked like ordinary middle and high school students. The burly man closed the van door again, leaned back in the driver’s seat, and looked outside with a chuckle.

"Today we’ll be famous," the burly man laughed.

"Hmph, not enough yet. This is only the first step," Zhou Yun returned with a smile.

The human bombs had already descended the escalator, disappearing from Wang Ye’s sight. The burly man pulled out his phone ready to watch the live stream, while Zhou Yun watched the surroundings. Amidst the intense agony in his heart, Wang Ye saw the handgun tucked into Zhou Yun’s navel.

He shut his eyes, made a decision, and his left hand quickly reached out for the grip.

His thumb gently flicked, the safety was off. Then, his index finger pulled the trigger, and the handgun fired between Zhou Yun’s legs.