Chapter 47, Fourth Wave of Robbers

The instant the door collapsed, He Changyi swiftly pulled out a Glover from under his pillow and fired a shot at the doorway.

A gunshot rang out, sounding like a drop of water falling into a lake amidst the extreme chaos.

The door to the next private room had been broken into. Xie Shirong's voice was sharp and shrill, like a broken gong.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me! I'm Xie Shirong, Xie Laosan! I know your boss! We're all family, all family!"

A rude, unfamiliar male voice rang out.

"Screw your family! Who do you know? Hand over the money, watch, and customs declaration!"

With a dull thud as his body was struck, Xie Shirong's scream nearly lifted the roof off the car.

"Help! Help!"

Startled awake, Director Peng sat on the ground in a panic. Dong Dezhi jumped up and tore off a strip of cloth to tie the wrench tightly to his hand.

He Changyi, gun in hand, was about to rescue someone when Xie Xun grabbed him. The light from outside the private room shone into his eyes, making them seem to glow in the darkness.

Don't go!

At this time, the robbers also broke into another private room connected to the restroom.

Xie Xun locked the bathroom door behind him, dragged the man who had fallen at the door into the room, lifted the collapsed door panel, and used the cargo bag to barely support it.

While Xie Shirong next door was still crying and shouting, "I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you, stop hitting me," Xie Xun had already completed this series of actions in a very short time.

"You killed their people, they won't let you get away with this!"

He Changyi refused to stay in the private room as he wished, and said sternly:

"Staying here is like being trapped in a jar; fighting your way out offers a chance of survival! Do you really think this broken door can stop them?!"

Dong Dezhi chimed in, "Miss He is right, we can't stay here! It's too dangerous!"

Director Peng was completely flustered, and with trembling hands, he picked up a wrench, making one worry that he might smash it into his own foot.

Xie Xun was breathing heavily, and beads of sweat kept dripping from his chin.

"No, we'll get off. We'll be safe once we're off the train."

Director Peng finally spoke, his lips trembling:

"Leave the train? How? There are bandits outside..."

Xie Xun didn't say anything, snatched the wrench from Director Peng's hand, walked to the window, and smashed a hole in the car window with a sudden burst of strength.

The sound of shattering glass suddenly rang out, attracting the attention of the robbers who were looting in the nearby private rooms.

Xie Xun acted decisively, smashing a hole and then continuing to smash the glass with a wrench until the opening was large enough for one person to pass through.

His hands were covered in blood, from wounds left by flying shards of glass.

"Jump!"

Just then, the robbers who came to check the situation after hearing the noise discovered the abruptly closed door of the private room and immediately realized something was wrong.

"Where's Erwaizi? Wasn't he just kicking the door here?"

"Where did he go? Who was with him?"

"Blood! There's blood everywhere! Oh no, Erwaizi has been murdered!"

"Kick the door open! It was these guys inside who did this, kill them all!"

Hearing the noise outside, the four people in the private room were all startled.

Director Peng's legs went weak, and he almost slipped and fell to the ground if he hadn't been holding onto the car wall with one hand.

The hand that was wrapped around the wrench felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, making his heart sink.

He Changyi stared blankly at the door, rapidly cocking his gun, his eyes burning with fury.

Just as she raised her gun to shoot through the door, Xie Xun suddenly grabbed the barrel and forcefully pressed it down.

"Let's go, let's go!"

He haphazardly wrapped the blanket from the bunk around He Changyi's body and forcibly pushed her to the window.

"Jump! You'll be safe as soon as you get off the bus!"

The people outside kept kicking the door of the private room, and the cargo bags used to block the door kept shifting. The already shattered door panel was now riddled with holes, and through the small holes punched by the gas gun, the people outside could see what was behind the door.

The robbers saw their accomplices lying on the ground, their fate unknown.

"Er crooked? Er crooked?"

"Oh no, they killed Erwaizi!"

"Open the door! I'm going to chop you all to pieces! Die!"

Just then, the handle of the small bathroom door turned a few times, and after realizing it couldn't be opened, a kicking sound came from behind the door.

"It's too late, jump now!"

Xie Xun urged anxiously, trying forcefully, even roughly, to throw He Changyi out of the car.

If it weren't for the current critical situation, he would have looked like he was committing murder—like pushing someone off a speeding train.

Director Peng urged anxiously, "Jump! Jump now!"

His hands were gripping the window frame tightly, making it seem as if he wanted to jump down first.

Dong Dezhi pursed his lips tightly, looked at the door of the private room, then at the window, his eyes darting around nervously.

"Would it be safe if I jumped?"

In a moment of crisis, He Changyi suddenly asked a question.

Xie Xun was stunned. Just then, He Changyi suddenly broke free from his grasp, threw the blanket against the door to block the view of those outside, and then, to everyone's surprise, she opened the bathroom door.

The person outside was completely unaware and was still kicking hard when he lost his balance and fell forward.

He Changyi stood by the door, giving him no chance to react, and struck the carotid sinus hard from below. The robber fell to the ground without a sound.

The other private room had been ransacked, and only two beaten private company representatives were looking at this side in shock.

He Changyi glanced at Xie Xun and the others, said nothing, dragged the unconscious man into the bathroom, and closed the door.

Director Peng exclaimed anxiously, "Oh dear, Xiao He, what are you doing, Xiao He...?"

The noise outside grew louder, and the door to the private room had been pried open a crack, with the robbers about to burst in.

Without further hesitation, Director Peng wrapped himself in the blanket as a cushion and struggled to climb onto the table. The wind outside the window made it hard for him to open his eyes, and it was pitch black outside.

"I'll jump down first to scout ahead, you guys hurry up!"

After saying that, Director Peng frowned, closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and threw himself out of the carriage, crashing heavily to the ground.

The train sped along, and soon the spot where Director Peng jumped off was getting farther and farther away.

"Xiao Xie, you'd better hurry up and jump! It'll be too late if you wait any longer! I'm going to find Miss He!"

After struggling for a moment, Dong Dezhi still couldn't bring himself to jump out of the car, so he grabbed a wrench and chased after He Changyi.

With the train going so fast, if you jump off in the wrong way, you'll either break your neck or get run over by the wheels. In comparison, following He Changyi, who has a gun, might give you a chance to survive.

Xie Xun stood alone by the window, the wind whipping his hair and obscuring his expression.

When the robbers finally kicked open the door again and rushed into the private room, they found it empty. There was a large hole in the car window, and cold wind was blowing into the car, causing the curtains to roll out.

"Holy crap! They jumped out of the car and ran away!"

"Oh no, Erwaizi's dead!"

"Go after them! They killed our men and think they can get away? Dream on!"

"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

The robbers rushed out of the compartment and pulled the emergency brake valve at the connection between the carriages, forcing the moving train to slow down until it came to a complete stop.

They forced the train conductor to open the doors and filed off the train, searching along the railway tracks for the escaped victims.

Just then, He Changyi, carrying a gun, cautiously walked out of the next private room, followed closely by three terrified private company representatives.

At the very end of the group was Xie Xun.

He Changyi asked him, "Why didn't you jump out of the car and leave?"

Xie Xun, unusually devoid of a smile, had a dark expression and said irritably:

"If you stay in the car, how am I supposed to get out?"

He Changyi casually comforted her, "Taking the train to Moscow is always faster than walking."

Xie Xun sneered, "Going to the underworld is even faster!"

He Changyi didn't have time to argue with him. She led her men to the driver's seat and, taking advantage of the fact that the robbers had all gotten out of the car, quickly told the driver to start the car and leave.

However, the further towards the front of the car you went, the worse the scene became.

Having already been robbed twice, most passengers were truly out of money. However, the new group of robbers were not willing to give up. If they couldn't get any money, they would beat the passengers to death, refusing to believe that anyone would value money over their lives.

The car was filled with a nauseating stench of blood. Some compartments could be heard groans of pain, while others were deathly silent.

When I passed by Xie Shirong's private room, his eyes were black and blue, several of his teeth had been knocked out, he was speaking unclearly, and he was spitting out bloody foam.

"Xie Xun! You heartless bastard, why didn't you come to save me! All my money has been stolen!"

He gripped Xie Xun tightly with both hands, crying and screaming, almost throwing a tantrum on the ground.

Xie Xun suppressed his temper and comforted him:

"It's good enough that you're still alive. You can always earn more money. It's better to lose money than to lose your life!"

Xie Shirong was still unwilling to give up. Seeing that Xie Xun had no marks of being beaten, he said indignantly:

"How come you weren't beaten? It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering. You're clinging to a woman's coattails, not having to give up your money or your life, yet you're telling me to give up my money. If you're so capable, try saying that after you get robbed..."

Xie Xun finally lost his patience.

"Enough! Shut up! If you're so stingy with your money, then go die with it!"

Xie Shirong was shocked and looked at Xie Xun in disbelief, but he really didn't dare to speak again.

Frustrated, Xie Xun shook off Xie Shirong's hand and quickly caught up with He Changyi, who was leading the way.

He Changyi's attention was focused on the still-shaken train attendant.

"They stormed into the break room, armed with gas cannons and knives..."

He Changyi pressed on urgently, "Where is the train commander?"

The train commander was injured.

A large bloodstain appeared on his abdomen, and he slid down to the side of the corridor, his face as pale as a plaster statue.

He Changyi placed a clean bowl over the wound and wrapped the bowl around his waist with a scarf to prevent his internal organs from spilling out.

The train conductor, holding He Changyi's hand, said weakly:

“You’re right… This isn’t some internal conflict among the Chinese, this is a crime… I should have known, these greedy demons will rob anyone they see…”

He Changyi sighed.

If I had been prepared for this, I wouldn't have had my stomach slashed open and almost ended up committing seppuku.

The train started moving again, speeding towards Mosk with the air of a hasty retreat.

The train conductor made an emergency contact with the station via the train's radio, informing them of the criminal activity that had occurred on board and the approximate location of the robbers when they disembarked. Local police had already been dispatched, and police and ambulances at the next station, Mosk, were waiting on the platform to collect evidence, conduct investigations, and treat the injured.

However, the matter is not over yet.

Because there was more than one group of robbers on the bus.

When the train started moving again, the chaos on board did not end with the hijackers getting off; instead, it spread from the rear of the train towards the front.

Everyone's face turned deathly pale. Xie Shirong slumped into a chair, wailing as he said:

"What kind of bad luck have I had! It must be because I wasn't sincere enough in my New Year's prayers to the deity, and now he's punishing me! I swear, if I survive this, I'll borrow money to repair the temple and sculpt a golden statue for the deity..."

Xie Xun said coldly, "What's the use of praying to gods and Buddhas now? Even if the master appears in the country, he can't save you. You might as well hope that God will save you."

Xie Shirong readily accepted good advice.

"If God saves my life, I will wear a cross every day from now on and hire an opera troupe to sing for God for a month!"

He Changyi was too lazy to remind him that God doesn't listen to opera troupes, but to choirs.

The train attendants huddled together like quails, and the conductor struggled to pull out his sidearm, enduring the pain as he painstakingly loaded the bullets one by one.

However, his sidearm had been unused for many years and had become a mere decoration. Due to lack of maintenance, the bullets were seriously jammed, and he almost accidentally discharged them and hit himself.

The commander dejectedly threw away his sidearm, made the sign of the cross on his chest in despair, and muttered to himself.

He Changyi grabbed his collar and said bluntly, "You're the train conductor, you have to step up now!"

The train conductor gave a bitter smile.

"I'm dying... I can't save anyone, including myself. You're very brave, and I hope you're lucky enough to survive."

Xie Shirong hurriedly asked, "What is this old Russian babbling about? Does he have a way to save lives?"

Of the group, besides He Changyi, Xie Xun was the best at speaking Emei, but he remained silent with a livid face.

Dong Dezhi realized what was happening, and his face turned pale. If it weren't for the cloth strips binding him, he could hardly lift the wrench.

The other two private company representatives were also utterly despondent at this point.

Even after traveling all over China for so many years, they never imagined that the Russian territory would be so treacherous; it was blatantly leaving no way out for them.

They had been beaten and nearly died before, and the thought of being beaten again and teetering on the brink of death made them want to jump out of the car.

Just when everyone was in despair, He Changyi suddenly turned around, picked up his gun, and walked towards the back of the car.

Xie Xun: "Wait, where are you going?"

He Changyi said coldly:

"Instead of staying here to die, we might as well strike first. Robbers are human too, and I don't believe they have more lives than ordinary people."

Xie Shirong was dumbfounded and stammered.

"You, you, you're a woman, how could you possibly fight those people..."

He Changyi turned around and looked at the crowd.

"How do you know you can't win before you've even started? Even if their heads are made of iron, I'm still going to pry a piece off of them!"

In the darkness of night, her eyes were like a wolf's, fierce and resolute.

Everyone was stunned and speechless.

He Changyi didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

Xie Xun reacted the fastest and immediately gave chase.

"I'll go with you!"

After hesitating for a moment, Dong Dezhi gripped the wrench in his hand, took off after him, and said fiercely:

"Are you a man, waiting here for someone to come and rob you?!"

The other two private company representatives exchanged a glance. One picked up a wooden stick that someone had dropped on the ground, and the other took the fire tongs from the boiler room. They both chased after the attacker.

"We're not pushovers!"

Xie Shirong, who had been pulled down, looked around. On one side was the train conductor, with whom he couldn't communicate, and on the other side was the train captain, who was barely clinging to life.

He gritted his teeth and chased after him.

"Wait, I'm going too!"

The rear of the train was like a living hell, filled with the stench of blood and screams. No one could have imagined that several groups of robbers would appear on a single train, and that another robbery would occur just one night before reaching the final destination, Mosk.

The passengers' luck in escaping the robbery had been completely wiped out, and even the money hidden in their lunchboxes was found.

The robbers searched the customs declaration forms from the point of entry and demanded that passengers hand over all the money and valuables listed on the forms, or else they would be severely beaten, and even gang raped female passengers in public.

When He Changyi arrived, this was the scene she saw.

The female passenger let out a painful and shrill scream, her voice already cracking. The male passengers in the same compartment were so frightened that they trembled and dared not move.

The robbers in line were puzzled when they saw He Changyi. They didn't understand why a woman would offer herself to them. However, driven by lust, they didn't care and pounced on He Changyi.

"Bang!"

A flower of blood bloomed in the center of his forehead, and he fell backward.

Before the other robbers could react, He Changyi strode forward and fired several shots, knocking down several nearby robbers.

The robber who was on top of the female passenger realized something was wrong and tried to get up, but He Changyi's gun was already pressed against the back of his head.

The sound of a "thud" was the sound of an air strike.

Glocker's magazine could only hold six bullets, and it was now completely empty.

The robber froze for a moment, but after realizing nothing had happened, he was overjoyed and immediately tried to get up.

Just then, He Changyi quickly picked up the iron rod beside the bed, held one end in each hand, and stuck it in his throat from behind, tightening it continuously.

The robber stared wide-eyed, gurgling in his throat, and eventually lost consciousness due to lack of oxygen, slowly collapsing.

He Changyi pulled the female passenger who was trapped underneath out, wrapped her in a blanket, touched her face hard, and hugged her in his arms.

"Alright, it's over, it's all over. They're all dead."

The female passenger was a beat slow to react, and then burst into tears, her sobs hoarse and desperate.

Just then, the robbers who had heard the noise from the other carriages rushed over.

Xie Xun warned, "Someone's coming!"

He Changyi patted the female passenger's back reassuringly, tucked her under the berth, and covered her from head to toe with a blanket.

She rudely gestured for the male passengers to get out, and they, not daring to retaliate, scrambled and crawled towards the front of the bus.

He Changyi stood behind the door of the private room, with Xie Xun on the other side. When the first robber who came to check the situation pushed the door open and entered, she swung the iron bar in a wide arc and smashed it down on her temple!

The robber fell to the ground without a sound. Xie Xun then used a stun gun to deliver a final blow, ensuring the robber had no chance to get up again.

He Changyi walked out of the private room and encountered two more robbers at the connecting area between the carriages.

The other person was wielding a long-handled watermelon knife, which she barely managed to parry with an iron rod. Xie Xun's wrench was too short, and she narrowly escaped death several times.

The robbers were like mad dogs, wildly hacking and slashing with their knives. He Changyi's hand, which was gripping the iron rod, was so shaken that he almost lost his grip.

Just then, the robber suddenly let out a wail and unexpectedly released his knife. He Changyi was puzzled, but he finished him off by hitting him unconscious with an iron rod, and then helped Xie Xun deal with his opponent.

Only then did He Changyi see the train conductor standing at the back with the iron kettle.

Steam was still billowing from the scalding kettle spout, and the train conductor, nervously swallowing, said in a trembling voice:

"It seems that boiling water can also be used as a self-defense weapon..."

He Changyi affirmed in the Emei dialect:

"Yes, it's a fantastic weapon."

At this moment, Xie Shirong, Dong Dezhi, and others at the rear of the group also encountered robbers.

"Damn it, how did they suddenly appear from behind?!"

Xie Shirong was so frightened that he cursed loudly. He thought he would be safe if he walked behind He Changyi.

Dong Dezhi and the two private company representatives, without saying a word, quickly rushed into the private room, infuriating Xie Shirong who burst into a tirade of curses:

"You son of a bitch, what kind of man are you pretending to be if you're afraid of dying!"

As the robbers approached, Xie Shirong was terrified and shouted repeatedly:

"I'll pay! I'll pay!"

Xie Shirong reached into his pocket, and just when the robber thought he was taking out money, he pulled out a pair of stockings, grabbed the top of the stocking, and threw it at the robber.

Caught off guard, the robber was hit in the face by coins wrapped in a stocking, causing him to bleed from both noses.

He wiped away the blood, his eyes flashing with malice, and lunged at Xie Shirong with the knife.

Xie Shirong was terrified and ran away as fast as he could, his mind filled with the thought that they would all die together. He rushed into the private room where Dong Dezhi and the others were.

Just as the robbers entered the private room, Dong Dezhi, who was hiding on the upper bunk, smashed a wrench on their heads from above!

The other two private company representatives who were lying in ambush also leaned out from the upper bunk, grabbed wrenches, and smashed them down together.

The robber, his head covered in blood, collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open, in front of Xie Shirong.

Xie Shirong had thought he was going to die, but now he felt relieved and plopped down on his bunk, his face covered in sweat.

"I can't go on, I can't walk anymore..."

Dong Dezhi and the two representatives ignored him and climbed down from the upper bunk to continue chasing He Changyi.

Xie Shirong was in the same room as the robber's corpse. After a while, he couldn't stand it anymore and, with his legs weak, he chased after him.

After thinking for a moment, he came back, pinched his nose, and took the knife from the robber's side.

"Don't go, wait, I'm here..."

Just then, He Changyi encountered the most ferocious robbers he had met on this trip.

The other person had a buzz cut, triangular eyes, a sinister expression when looking at people, a short, thick neck, and prominent facial bones.

"It's you again."

He Changyi gripped the iron bar tightly, watching the robbers warily.

Xie Xun stood protectively in front of her, his forehead covered in sweat.

The robber acted as if he hadn't seen him and went straight to He Changyi, saying:

"You ruined my plans last time, and I've been wanting to teach you a lesson. I didn't expect you to be so good at hiding, and I only just ran into you now."

He Changyi carefully examined him, but didn't remember seeing him before, until he mentioned that she had once ruined his plans, at which point she suddenly remembered.

"So it was you."

Previously, when He Changyi and the international students were traveling to Moscow, they were attacked at night and were almost robbed.

At that time, she led the international students to fight against the enemy. The robbers were forced to give up the easy prey they were after. Before leaving, the leader of the robbers glanced at He Changyi several times.

It was him.

He Changyi was wary, but a smile appeared on her face.

"The police are coming soon. If you don't run, do you want to experience the iron fist of capitalism?"

The bandit leader grinned menacingly and said:

"I'd like to taste what you're like, you little wench!"

Before he finished speaking, he grabbed the machete and lunged at He Changyi!

Xie Xun instinctively stepped forward to block, but He Changyi suddenly pushed him aside. She gripped the iron rod and slammed it down, hitting the bandit leader's wrist. With a clang, the machete fell to the ground.

However, the bandit leader, seemingly oblivious to the pain in his wrist, charged at He Changyi with the iron bar and reached out to grab her neck like a chicken.

He Changyi nimbly crouched down, bumping his head into the other person's abdomen. At the same time, he spread his five fingers like eagle claws, accurately grabbed the egg between his legs, and twisted it counterclockwise with great force, causing the egg to fly away and break.

Even the most ruthless bandit leader was in excruciating pain at this moment, instinctively bending over to cover his groin.

He Changyi pressed his advantage, delivering another knee strike that hit his opponent in the face, almost making the sound of his nasal cartilage dislocating.

She moved behind the robber leader, her right arm forming a V-shape around his throat, her left hand gripping his right knuckle, creating a naked choke position. In just a few seconds, she could knock him unconscious; if she held it for longer, it would kill him.

The robber leader struggled frantically, and He Changyi, who was behind him, was pinned between the walls and slammed against them, his lips turning white from the pain.

She gritted her teeth and refused to let go no matter what, until the robber was strangled unconscious.

Those few dozen seconds felt like an eternity.

He Changyi, panting heavily, got up from the ground, picked up the machete beside him, and wanted to finish off this guy.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a female passenger walking towards them with her hands behind her back, and she breathlessly reminded her:

"Don't come any closer, it's not safe here."

However, the female passenger seemed not to hear her and walked closer and closer until the fierce expression on her face could be seen.

He Changyi suddenly felt uneasy.

No, she... isn't a passenger!

Just then, the female passenger finally took out her hand from behind her back and held a machete that looked exactly like the robber's!

Without hesitation, she raised her knife and slashed at He Changyi!

Time seemed to stretch out, and everything appeared to move in slow motion.

He Changyi's eyes were fixed on the approaching blade, but the next second, they were on Xie Xun's face.

He seemed to be trying to force a smile, but there wasn't enough time for him to complete it.

And so, with an unfinished smile on his face, he collapsed in front of He Changyi.

The flow of time has returned to normal.

He Changyi grabbed his knife and blocked the second blow from the female robber.

Filled with rage, she drew her knife and sidestepped. As the opponent's knife missed, she swung it backhand, tearing open clothes and flesh. Blood flowed down the blade, leaving her hands slick with blood.

The female robber cried out in pain, clutching her injured arm, and stumbled back several steps. She glanced warily at He Changyi and shouted:

"Hurry up and come help!"

He Changyi instinctively dragged Xie Xun, who was lying on the ground, into the private room, but when the gas gun went off, she felt a sharp pain in her leg and could barely stand.

The female robber, too afraid to enter the private room, shouted:

"Come quick, kill this woman!"

He Changyi gripped the knife, and the passengers in the private room stared at her in terror, huddled together in a corner.

Leaning on the knife, she stood on one leg at the door of the private room, gritting her teeth, determined to take someone down with her even if she died!

The female robber cursed:

"What are you afraid of? One woman and you're all this scared?! Rape her, kill her, and then throw her out of the car to feed the wolves! Whoever doesn't dare to do it, I'll kill them first!"

"And leave no one alive on the bus, kill them all! I'll show them if they dare fight back!"

Suddenly, the female robber's voice changed, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

"ah--"

Dong Dezhi's voice rang out from not far away.

"Smash it! Grab a wrench and smash her to death!"

Xie Shirong complained, "You make it sound so easy, it's not that easy to smash!"

Dong Dezhi: "If you can't hit it, get out of the way. Don't waste your wrench!"

Xie Shirong jumped up and down, saying, "Who said I couldn't hit her? Didn't I hit her on the head in the beginning?!"

At the same time, a thermos shattered with a "crack," and scalding steam filled the carriage.

"I need more thermos flasks, more boiling water!"

"What He said is right, boiling water is indeed the best weapon!"

The counterattack from passengers and train staff began.

As He Changyi continued forward, some passengers silently followed behind her, carrying any weapons they could find, to finish off each of the fallen robbers, ensuring they would never have a chance to wake up again.

The train conductor found every container that could hold hot water—teapots, thermos flasks, even enamel mugs—and followed in He Changyi's direction.

They finally arrived when He Changyi was in dire straits.

Wrenches, cans, glasses... everything that could be thrown and cause harm rained down on the robbers!

The train conductor threw the thermos filled with boiling water at the robbers in the motion of throwing a shot put.

The aisle was narrow, allowing only one person to stand at a time. The people behind acted as a relay, constantly passing things to the person at the front.

Even at the junction of the carriages, people were working hard to keep the boilers burning, producing a steady stream of hot water.

The people on the bus had never worked together so unitedly.

Faced with a vast sea of ​​people, the female robber couldn't hold on any longer; even with a machete, she had to rush to the front first.

The gas gun was effective, but the resourceful people removed a door panel, wrapped it in a soaking wet blanket, and used it as a shield, making it impossible for the steel balls to penetrate.

The crowd continued to move forward, forcing the robbers to retreat.

The female robber, supporting her unconscious leader, ordered the remaining robbers to open the train doors. As the train slowed down and turned a corner, she jumped off the moving train in a disheveled state.

Xie Shirong peeked out, then turned and announced:

"The robbers escaped, we won!"

Dong Dezhi cursed:

"What a load of bull! Didn't you see there were people hiding in those two private rooms?!"

Xie Shirong shuddered: "Then what should we do?"

Dong Dezhi said irritably, "So be it!"

He locked the private room from the outside and then left it to his own devices. As long as they didn't cause any trouble in the car, it didn't matter whether the robbers jumped out of the window or not.

The most urgent task is to save lives!

After the robbers fled, He Changyi collapsed to the ground, exhausted. His legs were wet with blood, which had soaked through his pants.

Her vision blurred, which she guessed was due to blood loss. She squeezed her eyes shut and, after a while, struggled to her knees, dragging her injured leg.

"Xie Xun, Xie Xun..."

He Changyi touched Xie Xun's pale face, feeling his shallow, almost nonexistent breathing, and called out softly.

He had a huge open wound on his back, which stretched from his right shoulder to his left waist, with the skin torn open and the blood almost drained away.

And he still had that unfinished smile on his face.

He Changyi could no longer hold on, lost consciousness, and collapsed beside him.

As dawn broke, the battered train finally arrived in Moscow.

A large number of police officers were on standby on the platform, medical staff stood beside the stretchers, and reporters waited anxiously with their cameras in hand.

At the very front of the crowd stood a blond policeman with a sullen face. Although young, his epaulets indicated that he was the highest-ranking officer present.

The train doors opened, and an iron staircase stood at the edge of the platform.

The first person to get off was a train conductor with a bruised and swollen face.

He looked around and saw the familiar scene. His eyes welled up with tears, but he forced himself to finish his work after arriving at the station.

The second person to get off the train was the unconscious train conductor, whose abdomen was wrapped in a scarf with a strange bulge.

Medical staff rushed forward and carefully transferred the person to a stretcher.

The doctor touched the scarf and found a round, hard object inside. He said in surprise:

"What's inside? Where is his wound?"

The train conductor who was carrying the man said, "That's a bowl. Our unfortunate conductor's stomach has been cut open, and his intestines are wobbling inside the bowl!"

The doctor realized what was happening and exclaimed in surprise:

"Oh, the guy who came up with this idea is a genius. He saved your commander's life! Now all we need to do is rinse the exposed intestines, stuff them back in, and sew them up in a sterile environment."

The train conductor said sternly, "It's 'she,' not 'he.'"

A bearded reporter standing nearby snapped two photos, then leaned forward and asked, "Who is she? Which hospital does she work for?"

The train conductor proudly said, "She's my friend! A hero from China!"

The bearded reporter's eyes lit up; he sensed a big story!

"Where is she? I need to interview this hero right now!"

The train conductor became dejected.

"She's injured..."

Just then, the third wounded soldier was carried off the vehicle.

He had a huge wound on his back, the edges of which were white from excessive blood loss.

The medical staff practically grabbed the person, laid them face down on the stretcher, and sprinted towards the platform at top speed.

A middle-aged Chinese man, carrying large and small bags, followed behind, panting heavily.

"Wait for me! Where are you taking my nephew?!"

One after another, the wounded were brought off the train. Eventually, there weren't enough stretchers, so the medical staff had to let the wounded who were still able to move walk out of the train station on their own and wait for the ambulances to take them to the hospital.

The ordinary passengers got off the bus next. Although they were injured to varying degrees, they seemed to suffer more from psychological trauma.

Reporters kept snapping photos and occasionally stopped several Emirati passengers to ask what had happened on the bus.

When they heard that the train had encountered four groups of robbers during its six-day, six-night journey, even the most experienced reporter was speechless with shock.

"You actually survived this hellish train! It's incredible, you must be a lucky one blessed by God!"

The passengers from Emei waved their hands.

"I'm not some lucky person blessed by God, I just met a Ms. Zhong Guo, who saved us all."

The bearded reporter became increasingly curious: who exactly was this Ms. Zhong Guo?

Suddenly, the blond policeman who had been standing like a statue beside the car moved.

Before this, he had only instructed his men to take the victims to give statements, while he kept a close eye on the passengers getting off the bus, as if he were waiting for someone, or as if he was afraid that the person would actually show up there.

Only then could he finally be certain.

"You're injured."

"Just a minor injury."

"No, this looks very serious."

"...At least I'm still alive."

The bearded reporter eavesdropped, his eyes hidden behind his camera as he discreetly observed the black-haired woman from China.

Her hair was slightly messy and casually tied behind her head. Her skin was as white as marble, or rather, deathly pale. Against the backdrop of her black hair, there was almost no trace of rosy blush.

The blond policeman reached out as if to touch her cheek, but in the midst of the reporter's anxious wait, he ultimately withdrew his hand.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

"But it looks like you still have work to do."

"..."

"I can go to the hospital by myself."

The blond policeman stared at the dark-haired woman for a long time, his gaze calm and restrained, like a fire burning silently in the depths of darkness.

"I'm leaving now. I wish you all the best in your work. By the way, there are probably a few robbers hiding in the car, so please be careful."

The black-haired woman, limping on one leg, turned to leave. Just then, the blonde policeman suddenly stepped forward, forcefully breaking through the barely tangible distance between them, and scooped her up in his arms.

The bearded reporter gasped and pressed the shutter again.

In the video, he looks down at the woman with a calm expression, but the veins on his arms are bulging, as if he is trying his best to suppress something.

"I send you."

The blond policeman held the woman as easily as if she were a cat. When the reporter tried to follow, he suddenly turned his head and gave her a threatening look.

Don't try anything funny, I know what you're up to.

The bearded reporter had only ever seen such a menacing look in the eyes of seasoned KGB officers, and instinctively stopped in his tracks.

At the same time, at the signal of the blond policeman, several policemen surrounded him, roughly snatched the camera from his hand, and took out the film inside.

The bearded reporter raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.

Okay, okay, he's just a struggling reporter trying to make a living; his life is more important than the news...

The bearded reporter waited impatiently on the platform, but even when the police stormed onto the train and arrested the few robbers who were putting up a fight, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm.

He retrieved his camera, loaded the spare film into it, and idly took a few pictures of the robbers, thinking that he would have to bear the loss of the film himself this time.

The robbers were somewhat flustered, but their expressions remained fierce. They were clearly seasoned criminals who refused to submit even after being captured.

Just then, the blond policeman returned.

It seems he only took the woman to the ambulance outside the station, not to the hospital five kilometers away.

The material had been gathered to a near-complete extent, and most of the fellow journalists had already left. The bearded reporter was also planning to wrap things up; he needed to return to the newspaper office to rush out a press release.

The title has already been decided: "Chinese Robbers Rob International Trains Four Times," or "International Train Security Threatened by Chinese," or "Chinese Tourists Attract Chinese Robbers, Emei Citizens Suffer Tragically"—in short, it's all the fault of the Chinese.

As the bearded reporter was about to leave, he saw the blond policeman heading straight for the robber.

Without saying a word, he grabbed the robber's shoulder with his left hand, and with his right fist, he struck the man's abdomen from below!

The robber immediately bent over in pain, crouching on the ground in convulsions, like a shrimp thrown into a red-hot iron pot.

The bearded reporter hissed in empathy, not finding it surprising at all; the police in Emei were always like that.

But then, the blond policeman delivered a heavy punch to each of the robbers.

It wasn't until he saw the robbers lying on the ground, spitting blood, that the bearded reporter realized something was wrong.

Would a regular police officer beat a prisoner until they bleed internally when the prisoner offers no resistance or attempt to escape?

But the blond policeman's vigilante justice was not over yet.

After all the robbers had been beaten, he returned to the first robber and kicked him hard in the stomach with his hard leather boot!

Even a bearded reporter who doesn't understand medicine knows that the abdomen is one of the most vulnerable parts of a person's body. Hitting this area can easily cause internal organ rupture, and in severe cases, it can even lead to death.

The once-fierce robber screamed in agony, a sound so horrific it sent chills down one's spine.

The blond policeman remained expressionless, as if the object beneath his feet was not a person, but some inanimate object.

The subordinates around him were extremely quiet; some even forcibly bent the robber into a position suitable for taking a beating when he tried to dodge.

The bearded reporter was terrified and accidentally made a sound, attracting the attention of the blond policeman.

His blue eyes were like inorganic glass, indifferent to joy or anger, extremely cold.

The bearded reporter retreated repeatedly, a fawning smile on his face.

"Officer, I didn't see anything. I'm sorry, I'll leave now..."

But it was too late.

Two policemen grabbed the bearded reporter from either side and dragged him away amidst his pleas for mercy.

The blond policeman only stopped moving when the robber on the ground was completely silent, like a warm sandbag.

“I don’t want prisoners to die before their sentencing by sending them to the hospital.”

He took off his gloves, wiped the stains off his boots, and casually tossed them onto the robber.

"Also, find out who their accomplices are, all of them."

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Author's Note: Here comes a super long chapter, please enjoy!