Ning Zhiheng was not short of money, and with his reputation as a military intelligence investigator, getting a first-class ticket was a piece of cake, and the carriage was much more spacious.
Those who could sit in the first-class carriage were naturally not ordinary people. People in this era had very different social statuses, so there were obvious differences in class.
In terms of the arrangement of passenger cars, the third-class carriages are usually right next to the locomotive, followed by the second-class carriages, and finally the first-class carriages.
The reason is simple: the closer you are to the locomotive, the stronger the vibration. If the train has an accident, it is also more dangerous to be closer to the locomotive; in addition, the closer you are to the locomotive, the more coal dust will be thrown around, making you covered in dust.
Therefore, people of certain status and position would not choose to travel in second- or third-class carriages.
After the initial commotion and chaos, the carriage gradually quieted down. Most of the passengers were quite knowledgeable and cultured; some took out newspapers and books, while others lowered their heads in thought.
The train was moving relatively slowly, and it was estimated that it would not arrive in Hangzhou until around 5 p.m. Ning Zhiheng closed his eyes to rest. He was surrounded by heavily armed men, so there was no problem with his safety.
Two hours later, a young man walked in from one end of the carriage. He was dressed in a sharp suit and had a fashionable slicked-back hairstyle, looking like a wealthy young master.
He leisurely walked to the middle of the carriage, smiling as he inquired about something with a well-dressed middle-aged woman sitting in one of the seats. Clearly, the young man was eloquent, and his good looks pleased the woman; they soon found themselves chatting amiably. Soon, the young man simply sat down next to the woman, and the two of them chatted and laughed, getting along very well.
After a while, a middle-aged man walked in through the carriage door, panting as he carried a leather suitcase.
Upon seeing the young man, he was immediately delighted and quickly went up to him, saying something. It seemed that he was the young man's attendant. Finally, he found his master. The young man looked disgusted and reluctantly bid farewell to the woman. The two of them got up and walked towards Ning Zhiheng.
As they passed Ning Zhiheng's row of seats, their eyes discreetly swept over the four large boxes at Ning Zhiheng's feet.
Then they quickly walked out of the carriage. After they left, Sun Jiacheng turned to Ning Zhiheng and said, "Team leader, these are two guys who sneaked in without permission. Should we arrest them?"
Sun Jiacheng fled Tianjin as a young man, mingled in the underworld, and eventually joined the army. Naturally, he was aware of the various shady dealings in the underworld.
He bore the responsibility for Ning Zhiheng's safety, so he was naturally cautious and always on guard.
From the moment the young man entered the carriage, he was watched by Sun Jiacheng; no move he made could escape his eyes.
Ning Zhiheng then opened his eyes, looked out the window and said coldly, "Don't worry, they've got their eyes on these four suitcases. They'll be back soon. If they're really blind, we'll cripple them."
Just as Ning Zhiheng had predicted, the young man returned to the carriage shortly afterward. He didn't glance at Ning Zhiheng and the others again, but went straight to the woman, carrying a gift box in his hand. The woman was overjoyed that the young man had come back to find her.
The young man's entourage followed closely behind. As he hurried past the suitcase, he slipped, cried out "Ouch!", and fell sideways onto the suitcase. He then gently pushed the suitcase with his hand, feeling a surge of joy.
Then he stood up, repeatedly apologizing, and as he swayed, he inadvertently pressed down on each of the suitcases and pushed them slightly.
Just as he expected, based on his years of experience and intuition, at least two of the four suitcases were full of cash, and the other two were also heavy, seemingly containing valuables.
These two were a group of thieves who specialized in stealing from trains. In fact, they had already set their sights on these four suitcases, but Ning Zhiheng and his group were clearly not to be trifled with, which made them back down.
However, money can be tempting, and in the end, they couldn't resist. After discussing it privately, they decided to scout ahead first to see what was inside those four suitcases and whether it was worth taking such a big risk!
If it's truly worth pursuing, even if it means getting off the bus and keeping a close eye on the target the whole time, you'll eventually get it.
Unfortunately, they were indeed blinded by money. Just as the attendant got up to leave, Sun Jiacheng suddenly raised his leg and kicked him hard in the lower back. The powerful force slammed him into his seat, and he fell to the ground, unable to get up.
Seeing Sun Jiacheng suddenly make a move, the operatives around him didn't know what was going on, but they were all well-trained and reacted very quickly. Before the operative could react, four or five pistols were already pressed tightly against his head.
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