Right on Target: Chapter 73 train

Xie Zhenshu had just washed his hands, his fingertips were cold, covering the little blind man's neck, making the little blind man shiver a few times.

The little blind man said, "I know how to go this way."

Xie Zhenshu inspected the aisle with his eyes, but there were no passengers at either end. He had a lot of thoughts, and he had to take advantage of these few minutes to get rid of the corpses in the bathroom, otherwise it would cause a commotion. He allocated half of his mind to answer the little blind man: "You know?"

The little blind man said carelessly, "Well, from here, go forward five doorknobs, and then turn right. I left the door ajar and left a crack for myself, so I won't admit my mistake." He was so naive, wishing he could show off what he knew, "In order to get on the train, I memorized the location and layout of the carriages."

Xie Zhenshu came to the door, and the doorkeeper was really a lie. He pushed it away, and saw a mess all over the place, all knocked down by the little blind man when he was walking out.

The little blind man held the door, with a little pride on his face, and said, "Here we are."

Xie Zhenshu said, "Sit down, I'll ask the flight attendant to clean up."

The little blind man fumbled for the bell in the room, and said, "Just ring the bell."

Xie Zhenshu gently pushed the little blind man into the door and said, "I'll go there."

The little blind man asked anxiously: "Are you mad at me? I'm sorry, I just love to worry about things, I..." He tugged on his cuffs with his fingertips, "I'm anxious, you just happened to be in the bathroom."

Xie Zhenshu said, "Didn't you say you were worried about me?"

The little blind man said, "I'm also worried about you. Worrying about you doesn't conflict with inner urgency."

Xie Zhenshu said, "I'm not angry."

The little blind man tore out the thread from his cuff, and said, "Look at you, the answer is so cold."

The train screamed, which was a signal that the next station was coming, but the body was still in the bathroom, leaving even less time for Xie Zhenshu.

Xie Zhenshu said, "Thank you."

His way of saying "not cold" is to say thank you, because the word has a friendly connotation.

The little blind man smiled, went back to the table, sat down on the seat, and set up his book, pretending to be reading, very cute. He said to Xie Zhenshu: "You go."

Xie Zhenshu closed the door, took two steps back, and turned to the bathroom. He picked up the gun and went into the bathroom again.

The bathroom still smelled of urine, thanks to the smell, which covered up the smell of blood. The corpse was lying under the washbasin, its face was stuck to the rough carpet, and the blood that flowed out had seeped into the carpet.

Xie Zhenshu squatted down and touched the corpse's pocket, which was empty. He walked around the collar of the corpse with his thumb and felt a foreign object on the side of the neck. He tore the fabric, and a small metal flake fell out.

This man is indeed an undercover agent of the Northern Alliance. Only the undercover agents of the Northern Alliance will wear this kind of metal sheet on their body. This is a simple version of the "location chip". But this also proves that this man is not a member of the Black Panthers, but an ordinary soldier of the Northern Front Alliance. The positioning chips of the Black Panther members are all injected, which is more difficult to distinguish than this kind of thing.

Xie Zhenshu lifted the back of the corpse's clothes and checked the corpse's holster.

The man is wearing a K-plate holster, which is an ordinary and cheap holster. Like the G9 pistol① that the man is carrying, it can be obtained anywhere, so it is impossible to judge whether he is a gun or a holster. Where did you get on the train from.

Xie Zhenshu removed the corpse's holster, and found the cigarette case from the corpse's front pocket. The cigarette case was homemade and contained two or three hand-rolled cigarettes. He took one out and sniffed it lightly.

It smells bad, and it's the cheapest kind of shredded tobacco. Mackerel Port does not produce or sell this kind of shredded tobacco. It is something from the border, which means that this man is from the border.

Generally speaking, undercover agents would not act easily. They sneaked into the Southern Alliance to form a complex and dense intelligence network, and they could not act without authorization unless in a critical moment. Especially at the moment, the two fronts are fighting fiercely. The intelligence teams and retired police officers of the Southern Front Alliance are all over the place. They are strictly guarding against these northern undercover agents, and they will not act rashly.

Only 7-006 can mobilize them.

Xie Zhenshu suspects that he has been exposed. No, he was definitely exposed. From the moment he stepped out of the training ground, he was watched by 7-006. 7-006 knew his whereabouts like the back of his hand, not only replaced the cardboard box in the bathroom, but also used his own people to push out the crew on this train. 7-006 is probably on the train.

The train made a "chi-" sound again, and whistled as it moved forward. The next stop was just ahead, but it didn't slow down. Instead, it rushed straight past the station entrance and drove out of the flying snow.

Xie Zhenshu checked the magazine of the G9 pistol, and there were 5 rounds left in it. He also had a holster on his back, in which was a standard A20 pistol with double magazines. The A20 pistol is the standard equipment of the special forces on the southern front. The surface of this gun is coated with matte polytetrachlorethylene, which does not reflect light, is durable and easy to shoot, and has high shooting accuracy. In addition, Xie Zhenshu's inner arms, waist and calves are all tied with combat daggers.

He didn't know where the train was going to stop, maybe 7-006 didn't want it to stop. He was caught in an embattled situation and had to take out 7-006 before he could be taken out by 7-006.

Strangely, Xie Zhenshu was not afraid. Unusually calm, with his eyes downcast, he put the bullets back into the magazine of the G9 pistol. This G9 pistol uses plastic and aluminum alloy components. Although the recoil is very light, it is more difficult to fire one shot than the other. It needs to be loaded manually, and it feels extremely bad.

At this time, the public bell in the aisle rang, and the door at the end was opened. A man dressed as a flight attendant pushed the dining car and walked towards the bathroom. He said: "The train is malfunctioning. Passengers, please stay in the room and don't move around."

He repeated all the way, walked to the bathroom door, and knocked on the door.

"Sir," said the flight attendant, "I'm here to clean up."

There was no answer from the door.

The flight attendant waited for a moment and pushed the door hard. The door was opened, and the faucet was also turned on. The sound of running water was accompanied by a gust of cold air.

The flight attendant said, "First—"

The first shot of the G9 pistol "bang"!

The flight attendant was shot in the eyebrow and fell to the ground immediately. Blood spurted out and splashed on Xie Zhenshu's gun-holding hand. His eyes were stern, and without changing his expression, he kicked the trash can by the door out.

The trash can rolled to the ground, and a gunshot sounded on the right side of the aisle, punching a hole in the trash can.

The sound of "click" was clear, and Xie Zhenshu jumped out immediately, reacting faster than the opponent, and fired another shot before the opponent raised his hand.

"Boom!"

This time the bullet still hit the opponent's forehead.

The smell of blood is everywhere.

There was commotion in the rooms in the front carriage, and the communal bell rang wildly. The bottom of the dining car suddenly lifted, and there was actually a person squatting under the tablecloth.

Xie Zhen didn't even turn his head, and shot backhand, which still hit the center of the eyebrow. He loaded, held the gun, pulled the trigger all in one go without even wrinkling his shirt, the result of years of training. In addition, the G9 is more limited, and the pull force of each shot is different, which leads to its low accuracy, but Xie Zhenshu's three bullets all hit the center of the eyebrow.

—beautiful, perfect.

This is the best member of the Special Forces on the Southern Front.

Xie Zhenshu guessed that these undercover agents used G9, which was one of the guns that 7-006 cheated from the border forces. His composure comes from confidence, and no one on this train knows more about guns than he does.

The undercover agent collapsed at the door of the room on the right side of the corridor. The door there was ajar, and it was separated from Xie Zhenshu's room by a door. There might still be people inside.

Xie Zhenshu stepped over the body of the flight attendant, loaded it again, and dragged away the dining car.

The undercover agent in the room picked up his G9 and shot Xie Zhenshu as he advanced. The door glass shattered, and he took the opportunity to load it. Unexpectedly, the door panel suddenly slammed into the inside, the dining car pushed against the door, the undercover was hit in the abdomen, his hand slipped, and although he fired first, he shot crookedly. Before he could come again, Xie Zhenshu shot.

"Boom!"

The loud, raspy sound of the G9 is like the accompaniment of a moving train.

The undercover fell to the ground dead.

Xie Zhenshu raised his leg to step on the dining car, and kicked it into the room. The dining truck ran over the body and crashed into the table. It pressed against the thin wire set inside the room, and the thin wire broke immediately, and the storage box beside the door exploded immediately.

Debris from the door flew everywhere.

Because the room was too close, the little blind man was alarmed, and he asked panickedly through the door: "What's wrong?!"

Xie Zhenshu said, "It's all right."

He continued to load the last round in his G9 as he spoke.

The door swung open.

At this moment, the two people inside and outside the door raised their guns and aimed at each other.

— There was no gunfire!

The two looked at each other with guns separated, and the atmosphere was tense.

"Oh," 7-006 narrowed his eyes slightly, and teased, "You, good, smart, bright."

The author has something to say:

①G9: I don’t have this gun, I made it up, and some information refers to the Colt All-American 2000 pistol.

②A20: I don’t have this gun either. Please refer to the Beretta M92F pistol for some information.