Su Huan was taken aback and got up to walk to the window.
The moment the steel blinds opened a crack, acid rain poured into the compartment noisily.
An electric arc flashed across his fingertips, and in that instant, he saw the situation outside clearly.
——The railway became an ocean, with murky streams carrying debris flowing beneath the gravel, the train seemingly trapped like a solitary boat in the heart of a river.
The acid rain poured down, the sound deafening.
Such torrential acid rain happened once in his past life too, but back then he was a lone wolf, finding any high-rise building to hide for a couple of days until it passed, subconsciously not taking it seriously.
But now, he was already in charge of a train with over a thousand people, and to maintain his plan, he had to manage the train properly.
Glancing at his watch, it was 03:35 AM, and the logbook on the table had yet to be closed.
