Death Train

"Passengers in Car Eight have also stopped breathing, and their hearts have stopped!"

Before one wave had settled, another rose. Attendants from every car rushed about in a frenzy, overwhelmed with work.

"Car Nine, two people..."

"Car Four..."

"Boss Qian in the luxury compartment..."

In just a few minutes, more than ten people on the train had stopped breathing. Without anyone noticing, the train had already entered a desolate stretch of land.

"Sudden death. The cause may be organ failure combined with acute myocardial infarction, but without professional equipment, I wouldn't dare jump to conclusions." A passenger who was a doctor by profession stood and spoke to the panicked conductor.

Seeing how utterly lost the conductor looked, he sighed inwardly. Nearly ten passengers had suddenly died during a single journey on a train under her management. If it were him, he probably would not have been able to remain calm either.

Ji Xiang heard the commotion outside from inside the compartment and could not help stepping out to investigate.

When he spotted the butterfly-like "tattoos" on the dead passengers' necks, his pupils contracted.

"No, the real cause of their deaths was not organ failure or myocardial infarction at all."

The dead bore butterfly markings. That symbol was extremely famous among Armed Envoys.

He had merely left the academy for a mission, yet he had encountered such a troublesome situation.

He turned and hurried back to the compartment. If things were truly as he suspected, he had to notify his teammates immediately.

"Ji Xiang, what happened outside?" Hearing the door open, the young man on the sofa raised his eyelids slightly and asked.

"Several people have died on the train." Ji Xiang sat on the sofa and picked up his cup.

Ke Kang raised his brows. "Did some elderly passengers die