Chapter 695 Hell on Earth! (Second Update!)

Another shout finally brought the group of people in the office back to their senses. They quickly returned to their work, picked up the phone, and called various emergency departments to request their assistance.

But when they picked up the phone, they suddenly remembered that there was no specific location of the train derailment. They all turned to look at Lennie, only to find that he was looking at a map and calculating something.

Two minutes later, he looked up: "Halle! This train passed the previous stations on time. According to the schedule, it should be in Halle now. Call them immediately!"

Halle is a small town located very close to Brussels, just south of it.

Upon hearing the address, the person nearby quickly turned around and went to contact the railway maintenance department stationed in Halle.

Less than two minutes after the call was made, the person who made the call looked up and shouted:

"In Halle, right at the railway crossing, get the emergency services moving immediately!"

After shouting, the person on the phone lowered his head again and instructed the other person to hurry to the scene and rescue as many people as possible.

Halle, a small town south of Brussels.

Young patrolman Kleiman stopped his car, hurriedly climbed onto the railway tracks, and looked up to see a white train lying crookedly beside the tracks, like a giant ancient serpent that had been killed.

Beside this ancient giant serpent, a large number of people were scattered. Some of them were still alive and struggling desperately to save themselves, but no matter how they tried, they could not move an inch.

More often, however, were people lying motionless on the ground, or more accurately, corpses.

Upon seeing this, Kleiman was completely stunned.

Halle is not far from Brussels, only a few tens of minutes' drive away. Although it is a satellite city of Brussels, the pace of life here is not fast, but rather slow.

Things happen so slowly that nothing new will happen for months, so slowly that when someone's dog has puppies, the neighbors will be all celebrating.

However, this slow pace has been disrupted today.

He picked up the walkie-talkie with trembling hands and began to call:
"This is Kleiman. Eurostar train derailment. Repeat, Eurostar train derailment, rescue needed!"

After shouting into the walkie-talkie, he took a deep breath, hung the walkie-talkie around his neck, and then stumbled towards the overturned train.

As soon as he reached the front of the car, he saw a person lying on the ground covered in blood and gore.

At this moment, this person can no longer be called a person; perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him a rag doll.

Judging from the other person's clothes, he should be a train attendant. He was probably in the front carriage when the accident happened, but when the train derailed, he was thrown out of the window and onto the tracks.

Upon seeing the other person clearly, Kleiman felt a surge of nausea in his throat, turned his head, and vomited.

While he was vomiting uncontrollably, the townspeople arrived one after another. Upon seeing this, those with stronger mental fortitude continued forward, using their limited medical knowledge to rescue the people on the train.

People with poor mental resilience, like Kleiman, squatted by the roadside and vomited profusely.

After vomiting up his breakfast and the beer from the previous night, Kleiman slowly got up and walked towards the train to join the rescue team.

"Sir, this lady is beyond saving. Please put her on a stretcher and we will take her to the hospital."

"Two people, come here! There are two children here, hurry!"

"There's a seriously wounded man here, he's still breathing. He only injured his leg. Quick, get a rope and tie his thigh up!"

"Do you have any hemostatic gauze? Infection? You can crumple up that gauze, stuff it directly into the wound, and tie it with a rope. Only the living have the right to talk about infection. What can you say about infection when you're dead?"

"hurry up!"

During the tense but orderly rescue operation, officials from the Belgian National Railway Company arrived. Upon seeing the scene, the head of the rescue team, Mick, was completely stunned.

He couldn't imagine how the news media would portray them after the rescue was completed and the photos were posted online and sent to newspapers and other media outlets.

He took a deep breath and began giving orders to the people on site.

"Let our professionals take over the rescue of these people as soon as possible, and then let the ordinary rescuers leave."

"Before they leave, check them to make sure their phones and cameras haven't taken any photos before allowing them to leave."

"If they don't agree to the inspection, then treat them as suspicious persons."

"quick!"

"Contact London and tell them to suspend the train service. Contact the trains that have already departed and ask them to stop at Lille station."

"Have them prepare the passenger list as soon as possible; we need to carefully verify the information."

"Also, contact the hospitals in Brussels and tell them to prepare rescue personnel."

“Hurry up!”

As orders were issued, rescue team professionals joined the battle, taking over the rescue missions from ordinary people.

Those in charge of maintaining order quickly entered the area and removed these ordinary people. While removing them, they checked whether these people were carrying mobile phones or cameras, and also checked whether they were taking photos.

Once all the ordinary people had been driven out, only professional rescue workers remained.

Mick had just arrived at the front of the car.

Just as he walked over, the professionals who were investigating the cause of the train derailment at the front of the train approached him with grim faces: "Mr. Mick, the cause of the train derailment has been basically determined."

"Huh?" Mick was taken aback. He looked at the people in front of him with some suspicion. A train derailment was a huge scapegoat. Not to mention these people, even the Prime Minister of Belgium couldn't bear the blame.

Therefore, the relevant investigation reports and conclusions will definitely need to be repeatedly consulted and confirmed to be without problems before they are released to the public.

They arrived at the scene just minutes ago and then said the train derailment had already been investigated and confirmed. How could that be?

Sensing his suspicion, the professional investigating the affair took out his laptop, flipped the screen over, and displayed it in front of Mick:
"Surveillance footage copied from the train."

"After careful verification, we found that our train police officers discovered several people behaving strangely in carriage 13 during their document checks."

"The train police checked their documents and found nothing wrong with them. Then they started to check their luggage. When they were about to check, the people started to resist, and the police drew their guns."

"After taking them under control, we searched their luggage and found that it was full of tightly sealed bottles and jars containing various colored liquids. The police took them to carriage number 1, found the train conductor, and asked the conductor to contact the front desk. They suspected that they were using drugs and prepared to take them back to the police station first."

"Then look here, when the police were re-examining their backpacks, they found some small electronic toys in here, played with them for a bit, and then this place exploded."

"The glass bottles shattered, and then those guys went crazy, recklessly grabbing guns from the police. During the struggle, a bullet pierced through the glass and hit the driver who was driving."

"Then the vehicle went out of control."

"And that's how it ended up looking like what we see now!"

After the professional explained the situation, Mick watched the surveillance footage. He frowned and looked at the professional with a puzzled expression:

"You mean, this was a terrorist attack?"

The expert nodded, turned the computer screen around, adjusted the footage that had just been played, and returned it to the frame before the explosion: "It can be basically determined that this was a terrorist attack!"

Upon hearing that it was a terrorist attack, Mick breathed a long sigh of relief. If it was a terrorist attack, then someone would take the blame. Even if no one claimed responsibility later, they could still shift the blame onto someone else.

They can go back to their previous lives.

Mick tapped the laptop screen with his finger and whispered, "Contact the dispatch center again and list out the times of all the calls and the times of the events on the train in chronological order. Check them and make sure we have no problems."

"If there are no problems, report this matter to your superiors and let them make a decision."

Upon receiving the new assignment, the investigator, laptop in hand, once again struggled to crawl into the front of the vehicle with the help of his teammates.

Mick took a deep breath and slowly walked to the middle of the carriage.

The front of the train in front of him was connected to carriage number 18. There weren't many people there, and there weren't many traces left on the ground.

But the further you go into the middle, the more people there are in the train, and the more tracks appear on both sides of the railway.

The human body, when faced with rampaging metal, is hardly better than a rag doll, and may even be worse.

After taking a few steps, Mick noticed a strange object in front of him, while the rescuers around him walked past it without even blinking.

Filled with curiosity, he slowly moved closer.

Upon closer inspection, I realized that the strange object had once been a person.

However, squeezed by the train and the ground, this person could no longer be called a human being.

Once he figured out what that strange thing was, Mick vomited it out with a "wah".

After vomiting, he struggled to get up and walked forward again.

But the further you go, the more similar things you'll find.

Upon seeing another strange object, he rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

As he collapsed to the ground, the rescuers nearby were trying to save a person with a broken hand. The noise of him falling to the ground alerted the rescuers.

The rescuers looked at him, then at the person next to him with a severed hand who was wailing loudly.

He decisively abandoned the man with the severed hand, turned around and ran to him, stuffed him onto a stretcher, and carried him out.

Upon seeing this, the man who had lost his hand and was receiving treatment waved his severed hand and shouted at them, "I'm the injured one!"

…………

Brussels, EU Area, Prime Minister's Office at the Belgian Federal Headquarters.

The prime minister's secretary rushed into Prime Minister Constantine Michel's office with a document in hand. "Mr. Constantine, the preliminary investigation report is out."

"The Eurostar train derailed because of a terrorist attack. Here is the preliminary investigation report and related video footage. The on-site investigators are on their way and will first send it to a professional forensic institution for confirmation before a copy is sent to us."

Constantine was on the phone at his desk when he heard this. He slammed the receiver back into the phone, hurriedly got up, and took the documents from his secretary.

In addition to the text description, the document also contains several color photos.

Constantine read the text first, and then looked at the photos.

His eyes lit up when he saw some of the color photos showing explosions.

The Eurostar, connecting England with several EU countries, is a card the EU likes to play.

Now, this card has gone astray, and a lot of people have died.

Constantine cannot bear this blame.

Now that it has been confirmed that this was a terrorist attack, we can happily pass the buck.

Next, all we need to do is find those damn terrorists, publicly reprimand them, make a statement, mobilize the army, and that will be the end of it.

perfect!

A smile returned to his face, and he looked at his secretary with a gentle expression, saying, "Follow up on this matter. Also, while you're at it, contact the finance department and tell them that we need to offer some condolences to the families of these victims and ask them to prepare some supplies and funds."

"In addition, we will hold a press conference to release the message of our condolences."

After receiving his order, the secretary carefully noted it down and turned to leave. Once the door was closed, cutting off all sight of those inside and outside, Constantine jumped up from his chair.

happy!

I'm so happy today!

He even hummed a lullaby softly.

He had barely hummed a couple of lines when the landline on the table rang. Looking at the number, he saw it was Brussels Police Chief Lavid.

After the incident, the director of Ravi became the person in charge of handling the entire incident, and was responsible for centralized coordination and scheduling.

The other person should be in the hospital now.

When they call, they'll probably have some good news to share.

But before Constantine could even speak after answering the phone, Ravid's scream came from the other end:

"Immediately order a shutdown of Brussels!"

"Why? Do you know how much money we're losing every day?" Constantine couldn't understand how such a word as "shutdown" could come out of the mouth of a police chief.

This is outrageous.

It's important to know that even during the two World Wars, the most dangerous times, Belgium did not stop operating.

They are still trying to make a living.

Now that things are better, on a very ordinary day, he actually said he wanted to shut down.

This is so interesting.

His easy response immediately drew a roar from Ravid on the other side:

"Virus! There's a virus on this derailed Eurostar train, a very serious virus. The injured were taken to the hospital, and during the rescue process, the doctors found that their vital signs were not right!"

"After repeated examinations, it was found that they were all infected with the virus."

"Not just one type, but several!"

"There's no way to save him!"

"Almost everyone who was taken to the hospital died!"

(End of this chapter)

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