Chapter 68 Train Robbery

"Brother," Vodka was still wearing the black suit, with a down coat on the outside, as the wind whistled outside. He was checking the guns he carried with him and performing routine maintenance on them. "Is that guy really on this train?" He said worriedly, "He looks so cunning, could this be a trap?"

Gin was leaning sideways, not smoking because they were in a private room. This man was tall, with deep facial features. When he leaned against the window without saying anything, he looked calm and melancholy. He glanced at his younger brother and said, "So what if it's a trap?"

"Does that mean you won't come over because of that possibility?" He sneered, "How can you survive in the dark world if you are so timid?"

Vodka immediately lowered his head and said with a simple smile: "That's what I said. I've never seen anyone who can fight like that with Big Brother before, so I'm a little worried. Of course, I'm not saying that Big Brother is incapable. Big Brother has always been very capable, and this time he will definitely..."

"Shut up!" Gin's forehead twitched. He interrupted Vodka's increasingly panicked words with a cold drink. He took a deep breath and continued, "This time it was the boss's order. Since the person who caused such a huge loss to the organization cannot be recruited into the organization, he must be eliminated. This is not only a matter of face for the organization, but also a deterrent to others. As I have said many times-"

He turned around, and his previously calm face once again showed that impatient and terrifying smile: "Anyone who offends the organization will die!"

"Dong, dong, dong." The sound of footsteps hitting the floor of the carriage. Xiaolan was holding some ironed clothes in her arms. As she walked forward, she was a little confused and thought: "Dad went to drink with his new friends, Conan said he was going to the professor, and I don't know where Sonoko went. I'm the only one left. It's so strange. I don't know what to do."

She was a little absent-minded and didn't notice that the door of the box she was passing by was about to open. By the time she noticed it, she had already subconsciously stepped back. "Oh no!" There was nothing wrong with her, but a piece of clothing in her hand fell off. It was a relatively thin underwear.

The person inside happened to look at her.

A dark figure at the end of the aisle saw this scene and hid himself backwards. He grinned and revealed a very distinctive smile.

"So that's how it is," Xiaolan said after a while, holding a cup of warm tea in her hands, "Madam, your private plane was taken away by your husband who had an emergency, and you wanted to see your daughter who lives in India, so you took this train."

The person she called Madam was the woman who had just got on the car that Conan noticed that night. She was now wearing a high-necked sweater and a string of round pearls hung around her neck. She had rosy skin and beautiful facial features. Her every move was filled with a calm elegance, and one could tell at a glance that she lived a rich life.

She looked at Xiaolan and said, "Did you get in the car with your father? It's not good to leave your daughter here alone."

"No, no, no," Xiaolan shook her hands repeatedly and said, "He just went out drinking with his friends. There are other people with me, and I can do it by myself."

The lady smiled and said, "Just call me Banks. Seeing you reminds me of my old daughter. She was also so stubborn back then, and she stubbornly believed that she could be alone. Fortunately, she ended up doing well, so we don't have to worry about her anymore."

Xiaolan smiled gently when she heard this, and she said softly: "Mrs. Banks, parents are always worried about their children, no matter if she is alone or not. I believe that she will miss you as you miss her, because she grew up in your love."

The conversation did not last long, but Mrs. Banks seemed to like Xiaolan very much. Not only did she personally send her out, she also gave her a small pearl hairpin, saying it was a small specialty she bought on the road. Xiaolan didn't want to accept it at first, but Mrs. Banks persuaded her with some clever words.

"It's not bad," Maori Kogoro stared at the hairpin for a long time, and finally said, "It doesn't look like a very valuable thing, but we'd better visit again later and give her something small in return."

"Is there something wrong with that lady?" Conan on the side said after thinking for a while.

Xiaolan looked back at him in surprise: "There's nothing wrong with the madam... Well, to be honest, her two bodyguards are a bit strange."

"What's wrong?" Conan perked up.

Xiaolan showed a reminiscing look and put her finger to her lips: "When I was talking to my wife, they kept staring at me with their hands in their pockets. I felt like they wanted to rush forward and tear my face off. Haha," she laughed at herself: "My metaphor is a bit weird."

"They never left?" Conan paused, then asked, "What else did you find there?"

"Hey, kid!" Xiaolan didn't answer, and Maori Kogoro got angry first: "Why do you keep asking my daughter? Do you want to interrogate her?"

"Dad," Xiaolan said helplessly, "Conan is probably curious. He may have discovered something. You know, he is more perceptive than ordinary children."

"Let me think about it," Xiaolan closed her eyes and thought deeply, "Madam's room is a four-person room, it's very tidy and clean, there's a folded paper standing on the table, there seems to be some words written on the paper, Madam, uh, when Madam looked over, she seemed to be looking forward to it?"

After saying this, she was stunned herself. Conan showed a confused expression, "Looking forward to it?" This was completely inconsistent with some of his previous guesses. He tilted his head, at a loss: "She hired a bodyguard, isn't it because she is afraid that someone will target her?" Conan felt a headache when he couldn't figure it out.

The Black Organization, the strange lady, the people lurking in secret, and the weird atmosphere in the carriage, all of these are telling Conan something. But due to the lack of certain information, he was still unable to see the overall situation. After fruitless thinking, he had to hold on to his doubts and fell into sleep on the third day.

And tonight, something began to dawn on me.

The wind outside was getting louder and louder, making it impossible to sleep. At some point, the train, which was still moving, slowly slowed down until it stopped on the track and stopped moving. The train crew also received some news.

"Haven't you contacted the dispatch center yet?" The conductor was a little flustered, and he went to ask the train driver.

The driver was fiddling with some dashboards that displayed the train's data. He frowned and said, "Maybe there's something wrong with the wireless base station, but don't worry, we can contact the main station via satellite."

If it were in the past, they would probably have had no choice but to wait for rescue in endless anxiety, but now, some things don't have to be so complicated. The train conductor, who had undergone special training, also knew this and he breathed a sigh of relief.

After answering the call through the main station, the driver communicated for a while. Half a minute later, he turned around and said to the conductor with a serious face: "It's a hurricane."

"What?" The conductor's heart sank.

"The hurricane hit the town ahead, and they only had time to send us a message before they evacuated urgently."

"Didn't they predict this in advance?"

"It turned suddenly," the driver said, "We hadn't left the previous country at that time. Even if we knew later, we would probably have to wait here."

"Don't they have any rescue operations?"

"Not to mention that the disaster hasn't reached us yet, their rescue team itself is insufficient in number."

"Damn little country!" The conductor slammed his fist on the table.

In the dark night, some people who were still awake were surprised to find that their mobile phones could no longer connect to the Internet. Some people began to try to call home, but they were unable to get through.

"Hurry!" someone urged secretly, and the person behind him moved extremely quickly and opened the door of a private room effortlessly. The person on the bed was still fast asleep. The leader skillfully covered his face with a wet handkerchief, and after his men whimpered a few times and stopped moving, they began to search quickly.

Another door was opened. The person inside was still awake. When he saw someone breaking in, he was about to shout, but then he saw a submachine gun pointed directly at him. He immediately raised his hands and closed his mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

"Boss, this is a fat sheep." Someone came forward and said.

At a signal from the leader, someone went to interrogate the man about his property. The owner of the private room wanted to cry but had no tears. He had never expected that on such a high-end train, he would encounter something that he would only encounter decades ago. He began to speak in English, and someone immediately translated: "Boss, he said that no one carries money on them now, but he still has several million in the bank. Tell me your account number and he can transfer it to your card."

The boss sneered, walked up to him, and punched him in the abdomen, causing the man to vomit out his dinner. He said a few words in a cold voice. The lackey said, "Our boss said that he only wants cash and bank transfers. He is not good at that kind of thing, and he doesn't want anyone to find him. If you have any valuables, take them out quickly. This is the money to buy your life."

The tenant tremblingly took out his watch, gold chain, mobile phone and laptop computer all at once. The mobile phone was immediately smashed, and the computer was tossed around and then thrown away. These things may have a location, and no matter how valuable they are, they are not prepared to take them.

After finishing one more room, they unceremoniously hit the tenant on the back of the head with the butt of their rifle, knocking him unconscious, and then moved on to the next room.

But as soon as they went out, a patrolling flight attendant appeared in their sight. The surveillance here was broken, he noticed something was wrong, and came over to take a look. But the robbers were more decisive. They fired without hesitation, sending the conductor, who had not yet drawn his weapon, into the sky.

Then comes the next room, and the next. Some people screamed, but there was silence after that. Some people did not make a sound from beginning to end, and instead, the packages on them became bigger and bigger. Except for the first few, the rest of this group of people looked extremely rough and barbaric, like untamed wild beasts.

Until they came to a box. There was a flash of excitement in the leader's eyes. He gestured and a man came up behind him. Upon closer inspection, he found that the man was wearing a flight attendant's uniform. He inserted the key into the hole, turned it casually, and opened it. And the next moment, a black shadow rushed out from inside. The "crew member" was slammed against the wall of the car and groaned in pain.

"Damn it," the leader spoke in an unfamiliar language, which sounded like Burmese or other neighboring countries, "You didn't eat your dinner!" The one who rushed out was one of the two bodyguards, and as he rushed out, he shot at the people outside without hesitation.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out in the darkness. Countless lights were awakened.

The leader fired a volley of bullets at the bodyguards. Mrs. Banks in the house watched all this in horror. She tightly grasped the jade Buddha in front of her chest and couldn't help but pray in her heart.