67: There's no escape now? The terrorists are on board!

Lin Texian felt like Huang Jingyu had the strength of an ox; he was about to suffocate.

The young man shouldn't be called Huang Jingyu, he should be called Huang Big Ox!

He had been here a few times and knew a few phrases in Arabic.

But this Huang Big Ox wouldn't let him speak.

At that moment, Lin Pei remembered the dusty skill the system had given him before going abroad.

However, he wasn't sure.

How ancient was this Ancient Arabic, and could it actually be used for communication?

Zhang Ze saw his hesitant expression, and his eyes instantly lit up.

"Lin Pei, you know Arabic?"

"That's incredible, I wonder if there's anything you don't know."

"Since you know it, go talk to the driver."

Lin Pei cleared his throat.

"I learned an old version, so I might not be able to communicate."

Zhang Ze was stunned.

"Old Arabic?"

"How old?"

Lin Pei shook his head.

The key was that he didn't know how old it was either.

Zhang Ze thought for a moment.

"Then why don't you try saying something?"

"It's like how our Dragon Kingdom ancestors spoke Classical Chinese; we can probably still understand a bit of it now."

Lin Pei spoke a sentence in Ancient Arabic.

"Mr. Driver, the situation is dangerous now, would it be possible for us to reverse?"

After he finished speaking, the entire bus went silent.

This ancient language was indeed soft and soothing, feeling as if it contained a mysterious power.

Although the Dragon Kingdom people couldn't understand it, they found it very curious and were impressed despite not knowing what was said.

Lin Texian pried open Huang Jingyu's fingers to catch his breath and patted his forehead in confusion.

This sounded impressive, even if he just couldn't understand it.

It seemed the bits he knew were very unauthentic.

Looking at the locals on the bus, their eyes toward Lin Pei were holy and bright.

As if they were looking at their ancient deity.

But that didn't stop them from not understanding Lin Pei's words.

Because the driver asked a question.

"Elder, could you use common language to instruct us?"

Time was pressing.

The two Terrorists not far in front of the bus finally noticed the vehicle behind them.

The two of them walked toward them, guns in hand.

Lin Texian swiped away Huang Jingyu's hand and explained to the driver.

"Everyone means we should reverse and escape quickly..."

Before he could finish, Huang Jingyu covered his mouth again.

"Director, you're making it up quite convincingly."

"But it just doesn't sound as good as Brother Lin's; it's probably unreliable."

Lin Texian's eyes went dull.

Compared to those two outside, this guy in front of him was the real Terrorist, right?

He was more violent than a kidnapper!

The force with which he covered his mouth really gave him a life-threatening sense of suffocation.

Surprisingly, the driver understood this time.

He nodded, then shook his head again.

He said a whole bunch of 'blah blah blah'.

This time, Huang Jingyu let go of Lin Texian.

"Director, what did he say?"

Lin Texian resisted the urge to smack him.

Then he translated the driver's words.

"He said after braking just now, the bus seems to have malfunctioned and won't start..."

!!!!

Everyone's eyes widened like copper bells.

My goodness.

The probability of a bus failing to start right after braking must be tiny, yet they had encountered it.

And then, what were the odds of encountering a Terrorist at this exact moment?

Talk about bad luck!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Ah!!!"

With a few gunshots, the bus suddenly tilted.

The Terrorists had shot out the tires to prevent them from escaping.

A wave of chaos immediately broke out on the bus.

People panicked, screamed, and huddled together.

Only now did they realize.

Even if the bus hadn't malfunctioned, since they had appeared in the Terrorists' line of sight in the first place...

Given the Terrorists' alertness, they were destined to be unable to run.

As the Terrorists got closer and closer to the bus, the interior actually quieted down.

In the cramped space, the atmosphere was as frozen as death.

The sound of sobbing was constant all around.

Lin Pei sighed.

He just knew it.

Since he transmigrated, his luck had been second to none.

Every bad thing that could happen seemed to find him.

And here he was, hitting the unlucky lottery again.

Seeing Terrorists for the first time made him a bit nervous.

Lin Pei adjusted the gun he had received from the Action Director before boarding the bus.

Although this gun wasn't powerful, it was at least somewhat useful.

Wait, why had this gun become so heavy?

Looking closely.

Uh... Zhang Ze and Hai Qing were on his left and right, clutching his arms tightly.

They were trembling... "..."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A few more gunshots rang out; the bus door was riddled with holes and then kicked open.

Amidst screams, the two Terrorists boarded the bus.

Up close, their figures appeared even taller and sturdier.

They even had to bow their heads to walk on the bus.

Fresh blood was still splattered on their clothes and headscarves.

In the eyes visible on their faces, there was a spine-chilling numbness and cruelty.

The two of them scanned the crowd as soon as they came up.

Seeing that more than half the faces on the bus were Asian, they were slightly surprised.

But seeing that everyone looked like ordinary people, the two of them lowered their guard.

According to their habit, they would first pick out the women they were interested in.

Then they would deal with the others with a burst of gunfire.

One of the Terrorists had already found a local woman and yanked her up.

The woman didn't dare to resist, only covering her mouth and weeping.

A male companion next to her rushed to pull her back and was shot in the head by the Terrorist.

"Ah!!!"

A mist of blood sprayed, and screams and cries filled the cabin.

The other Terrorist had already walked toward the back of the cabin, his gaze fixed on Jiang Luxia, an actress from the Film Crew.

As the Terrorist walked toward Jiang Luxia, Lin Pei pulled the bolt back with a backhand motion, intending to aim at the Terrorist.

His hand suddenly felt heavy.

It was Hai Qing and Zhang Ze pressing his hand down.

The two of them spoke in extremely low voices, one after the other, both very anxious.

"Don't be impulsive. This gun is fine for shooting coconuts, but it most likely won't work on people."

"Yeah, don't provoke them, or they'll gun us all down in a moment."

"Don't be in a hurry, look at the situation and think of a way slowly."

Lin Pei wanted to say that as someone with the 'Terrorist' skill, no one understood the eyes of a Terrorist better than he did.

If they didn't act now, they would surely be gunned down when they least expected it.

Seeing the Terrorist already in front of Jiang Luxia, reaching out to pull her.

Bang!

Just as Lin Pei was about to raise his hand again, a gunshot rang out from the front.

From the sound, he could tell it was one of the crappy guns from their Film Crew.

It might have sounded a bit ironic to the Terrorists' ears.

The guns the Film Crew purchased were just for show.

They didn't need to be good, and the sound didn't need to be deep.

Anyway, everything would be handled in post-production and dubbing.

There's no harm without comparison.

Even the people on the bus didn't seem to react much upon hearing this sound.

Compared to the Terrorists' gunshots, this sound seemed like a toy gun.

The key was that this shot went straight into the roof of the bus, not even grazing a hair on the Terrorist.

The Terrorist looked around alertly, clearly in a stance ready to gun them all down.

He asked a question in the local language.

"Who the hell fired that shot?"

Seeing everyone's blank faces, he asked again in English.

"Who fired?"

Thanks to [linglongs cat] for the flowers.