Clang clang—
In the cold night wind, the Dongfeng train was still galloping on the railway track.
The previously frail clerk crouched on the ground, surrounded by people, unable to move under the gun.
Any movement from him would not be overlooked by the tense soldiers surrounding him.
At this moment, looking at the situation inside the dining car, Ariadne suddenly raised an eyebrow and then stood up from her chair.
Leaning close to Ronald's ear, she whispered:
"Ronald, something is wrong with the speed..."
The speed?
Was it the train's speed?
Hearing Ariadne's reminder, Ronald immediately turned and looked outside the car.
In the darkness, there was almost no nearby reference point visible, and the distant objects were now useless.
Feeling the train still moving forward under his feet, Ronald shook his head.
"Be more specific."
Ariadne explained succinctly:
"The train is slowing down."
"..."