Several soldiers sitting on the train huddled together, whispering among themselves.

"Why does this mission with Comrade An, which sounds like a very dangerous thing, seem easier than I imagined?"

"That's right. They started arresting people on the train and continued all the way to Shanghai. They've arrested dozens of people. Our military achievements are undeniable."

"Forget about those military achievements. The key is that most of them were foreign spies and mercenaries, which is a different story. There's still a lot to catch next. I wonder which idiots will take the bait?"

"People die for wealth, birds die for food. With such a big piece of meat like Yang Yuning hanging there, who wouldn't come for it? He's someone with huge scientific achievements, who's said to be able to change the course of human society for twenty years. Not to mention an individual, many countries have been coveting him for a long time."

"Tell me, how did Comrade An manage to rescue the person despite the heavy blockade?"

"I'm curious too."

"that is."

In another carriage, Wu Sicheng sat next to An Moxue, with the fake Yang Yuning sitting opposite them. They had completed the arrest in Shanghai and handed the man over to the National Security Bureau. They were now on the train to Yang Yuning's hometown.

Wu Sicheng asked, "Mo Xue, after this is over, will you be able to go back to school?"

An Moxue answered affirmatively, "Of course I will. The boss promised me."

"That's good. I've already completed a semester of continuing education, and there's only a little over half of the year left. I was hoping to spend more time with you! Tonight probably won't be peaceful, so why don't you get some sleep first?"

“Okay.” An Moxue said, then lay down on the bed fully clothed.

The person opposite him, who was pretending to be Yang Yuning, winked at him.

Wu Sicheng glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, opened his mouth and said with silent disdain: "Ugly freak, do your job and mind your own business."

The fake Yang Yuning also opened his mouth to silently refute: "Hey Wu, we've known each other for so many years, I never thought you were this kind of person."

"Mind your own business! I'm willing, but you're not even one yet! You're a thirty-something-year-old bachelor, I despise you!"

The two exchanged fierce glances, neither willing to back down.

With Wu Sicheng by her side, An Moxue quickly fell asleep. He gently draped a coat over her, then sat on the edge of the bed, seemingly resting with his eyes closed, but actually carefully observing every move around him.

Although the others appeared to be chatting idly in a group, they were all highly vigilant.

This carriage is a sleeper carriage, so there are fewer people. In addition, it is a train leaving Shanghai. In fact, each sleeper carriage is only about half full of passengers, so they are relatively relaxed during the day.

At night, the flight attendant carrying a large water jug ​​came by, calling out as he went: "Hot water is here, the last hot water ever. If anyone needs hot water, please let me know. It's five cents a cup."

Just as this person was about to walk past An Moxue and her group, a flight attendant called out to her from behind: "Comrade, wait a moment, I'd like a cup of hot water."

The flight attendant stopped, turned around, and said, "Okay."

An Moxue and her companions were already on high alert when they heard the flight attendants' footsteps, and when they heard the footsteps of the man who called her, they dared not relax. The reason was simple: their footsteps were the distinctive sound of martial artists, not the footsteps of ordinary people.

But after the man finished making a cup of hot water, nothing happened until the two of them had walked away.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. An Moxue and Wu Sicheng exchanged a glance, neither of them letting their guard down.

It's almost time to turn off the lights. After the lights are turned off, the carriage will be even darker, making it easier for people to hide.

Just as the two were wondering if something unexpected would happen tonight, very light footsteps were heard on the train, and it was a series of many footsteps.

An Moxue gestured, and everyone gathered together. She whispered, "Defense! Watch out for what's above! Two people provide close protection, two act as guards, the rest of you come with me to the car to check things out. If necessary, kill without mercy!"

Then, she pointed to each window, and people quickly took their positions, opened the windows, climbed out of the windows, grabbed onto the windows, and jumped onto the roof of the train.

As soon as they got on board, the group engaged the people in the car in a direct confrontation, and a fierce battle quickly ensued.

The people in the carriage were clearly not expecting An Moxue and her group to jump onto the roof. However, they were all seasoned veterans, and no one would make a mistake because of this small, unexpected incident. Although it was unexpected, the fight was fierce and evenly matched.

On the train, neither the enemy nor our side fired.

An Moxue drew the soft whip from her waist, and with a flick of her wrist, she killed a person. After a few lashes, the situation turned completely one-sided.

Wu Sicheng was the same; with one punch, someone would suffer broken arms and legs, and their mobility would be greatly affected.

The two soldiers attacked from both sides. Soon, the enemy realized that they were outnumbered and took out their guns to fire. But our soldiers did not give them the chance. They drew their guns, loaded them, and fired continuously. One by one, the enemy soldiers were crippled and unable to fight back, under the incredulous and terrified gazes of the soldiers.

An Moxue was very satisfied with the results and said, "Shrink back, then regroup."

Just then, a series of gunshots rang out from inside the carriage. An Moxue performed a side somersault and jumped back into the carriage, while Wu Sicheng returned to the carriage at the same time.

The two men quickly followed the footsteps and chased after them. Only the fake Yang Yuning and the two soldiers remained in the carriage.

An Moxue and Wu Sicheng chased after the train along the carriage, only to see our soldiers jumping off. The two exchanged a glance, and An Moxue quickly turned around and ran back, while Wu Sicheng jumped off the train and chased after them.

When An Moxue returned to the carriage, she saw several people fighting with two soldiers. The two soldiers were guarding the carriage door and were already losing ground. The carriage was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

An Moxue cocked her pistol and shot one man down. In less than a minute, the battle was over. Two soldiers quickly confiscated their weapons, and the people in the carriage were transferred off the train by several soldiers.

The fake Yang Yuning sat in a corner of the bunk, his left arm shot, half of his arm stained red with blood, and there were also bloodstains on the bed, making it look extremely frightening.

An Moxue stepped forward and asked, "How are you? Are there any other injuries?"

He shook his head, too weak to even speak.

An Moxue comforted her, "Don't worry, we'll handle it right away."

As she spoke, she took her backpack from her bunk, and took out a flashlight, a roll of silver needles, a roll of bright, dazzling scalpels, and a packet of wound medicine.

At that moment, the lights in the carriage came on, and a series of hurried footsteps could be heard, but she had no time to pay attention to them. She quickly took out a silver needle and stuck it into the fake Yang Yuning's arm.