Meanwhile, in a private car guarded by two soldiers, two more soldiers talk about this girl as she stares out the window. She's the missing girl from the news story, but how the hell the Japanese Imperial Army managed to spirit her all the way to China is beyond me.
Major: It's already past twenty-three-hundred, and it's still a long way to Fengtian.
Soldier: Major Suji, what is this about? Why this special train in the middle of the night to escort this girl to Japan? She looks pretty ordinary to me.
Major: Hell if I know. There's no telling what the big-shots in Tokyo are thinking. Hmph. Next time I see you-know-who, I'll ask her, okay?
Outside, the two guards are made short work of by a semi-transparent cloud thing. The Dapper Gentleman walks past the corpses and enters the private car.
Major: Wh-what's going on!?
He looks like he's dressed for the opera, not a night of killing. I guess you never know when that invitation from the queen might come in.
Major: Sh-shoot!
The transparent thing makes short work of the two riflemen.
So the Major pulls out his pea-shooter. I mean, the rifles didn't work, so this has to, right?
It's less than effective.
Major: Die! Die! Die!
Eventually, the gun starts to make amusing clicking noises, and all the Major can do is look on in horror as the creature comes for him.