Eastern North America.
The station, specially built for the global luxury train tour route, was already packed with people.
Tens of thousands of people gathered here, and the situation was extremely chaotic.
In the Typhoon, the lights in the station flickered erratically.
The smells of beer, cigarettes, and even some excrement quickly fermented and spread in this newly built, modern station, making people feel nauseous.
The people who come here are a diverse group.
Some people believed the advertisement Wilford made on television.
Some people just want to take the opportunity to get on board and enjoy a free Luxury Journey.
Some people simply want to leave this cold and chaotic city by car and go to a warmer place, even if it means paying for a ticket.
People were standing or sitting, filling every space inside and outside the waiting room. The buzzing of conversation never stopped, and every now and then a few sharp voices could be heard, as if they were arguing.
A mother held her baby tightly in her arms, the two huddled together at the edge of the room, while the father opened his arms to embrace them, gently comforting them.
Several the Wandering Earth gathered together, looking at the Typhoon outside. They went berserk, talking incoherently and banging on the windows.
Seventeen-year-old Curtis stood upright, holding her suitcase in one hand, with a scarf around her neck and headphones on her ears, looking quite stylish.
"The train is here!"
I don't know who said that.
Everyone immediately pushed and shoved their way toward the platform.
There were no staff members in the station, and the scene looked terrible, completely chaotic.
Everyone was swept along by the tide, standing in knee-deep snow, huddled together on the platform amidst the swirling snowflakes.
A mournful sound rose from afar.
"Click--"
The sound of wheels echoed along the rails.
A large yellow light shone from ahead, so bright it was almost gloomy, causing everyone to instinctively squint.
The train they had been waiting for finally arrived.
At this moment, regardless of their motives, everyone shares the same goal.
"Let me get in the car!"
"Open the car door! I have money; I can buy a ticket!"
"Bang bang bang!"
Before the train even stopped, people were already running alongside it, banging on the front windows until they vibrated.
Inside were business class passengers, each dressed in luxurious attire, enjoying the comfortable life on the train.
Their lives were suddenly disrupted by the chaotic and disheveled crowd outside the window, and everyone showed signs of discomfort.
brush!
The passengers in the carriage made the same choice without prior agreement.
Everyone drew their curtains.
Out of sight, out of mind.
"Hey!"
The people running outside were still shouting.
"Open the door quickly and let us in!"
But no matter how much they shouted, there was no response from the people inside.
Then a voice came from the back of the train.
"Open the door! Open the door!"
Everyone squeezed into the last carriage again.
However, before anyone could go inside...
Gunshots rang out from inside!
The first few men, coughing up blood, collapsed backward onto the snow.
Wow!
The crowd was immediately terrified and retreated to an open area, staring in astonishment at the armed soldiers slowly emerging from the carriage.
Some people standing on the periphery sensed something was wrong and quietly left the crowd.
The armed soldiers saw it, but didn't bother to do anything, casually tossing the men who had just been shot aside so they wouldn't block the car door.
A team leader scanned the surroundings and began counting people with his fingers:
"You, you, and you..."
After counting to ten people, the team leader pointed to the car door behind him and said, "Get in."
However, some of those selected did not immediately get on the bus. Instead, they pointed to their family or friends and said, "We're together..."
The captain adjusted the position of his gun, seemingly casually pointing it at the person who had spoken, then pointed to the carriage behind him. "Go in first, the rest of you wait for the next batch."
Under the invisible pressure, the group had no choice but to obediently separate from their companions.
Father and son, husband and wife, mother and daughter, brothers...
Everyone was separated.
The captain's roll call logic was simple and straightforward.
No one is allowed to board the train together.
Braving the heavy snow, they counted over a thousand people, enough to meet their quota. The captain nodded to his men, and they all retreated back into the vehicle.
The door was about to close.
Those left behind outside were immediately unhappy.
Hey! I haven't gotten on the bus yet!
My wife is still inside!
" Bob!"
"Let me up!"
Not only those outside the car, but also those inside, panicked.
Everyone realized that they didn't know almost anyone on the bus...
"I don't want to sit anymore, let me get off."
"Don't close the door yet..."
Can I buy a train ticket for my boyfriend?
The captain and soldiers' response was simple.
People outside the car tried to prevent the doors from closing so they could get on, so they opened fire.
If anyone inside the car wants to get out, just throw them to the ground and beat them.
Regardless of gender or age.
Amidst the chaos and screams, the car doors were slammed shut.
despair!
The car's interior lights were turned on, illuminating the surroundings.
The passengers then noticed how cramped their carriage was, crammed with bunk beds into the small space, with only a narrow aisle for passage.
The only open space was the area where they were standing, which was also crammed together...
The squad leader began counting the number of soldiers.
Everyone lined up in a queue, and then stood in one row after another.
"..."
Claude walked out from the carriage further ahead. She had short blond hair, wore a coat, and had a cold expression, though she also seemed a little uneasy.
"How many?"
The soldier captain immediately went over, bowed his head, and replied, "Report, it's 1204 men."
"Too many," Claude glanced at it, then paused. "Mr. Wilford said to keep some of the healthy ones, but not too healthy."
She stared at the captain.
The captain paused for a moment, then leaned closer to her and whispered something before asking nervously, "Do you want me to do this?"
Claude nodded. "That's right."
After saying that, she turned and left, not lingering in the chaotic carriage for even a second longer.
The soldier captain then signaled to his men with his eyes to begin the operation.
Soon, under gunfire and threats, all passengers surrendered their belongings, which were then taken away by the soldiers.
The captain took one last look at the crowded carriage, stepped back a few paces, and walked behind the carriage door.
Click!
He pulled down the gate.
The next second, there was a loud thud.
An iron gate completely sealed off the last carriage, and the screams and cries could no longer be heard.
Claude returned to first class.
The situation was reported to Wilford.
Wilford was pleased. "Then let's move forward and embrace the new era!"
He turned to look at the surveillance footage, which showed people on the station platform attempting to ram the train, but the heavily fortified Snowpiercer's defenses were simply too strong for them to breach.
"Everyone outside will die, but we and the engine will live forever!"