My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 90 How Could I Lose? (Seventh Update)
The wheels rolled over the seams of the rails, making a dull, rhythmic clanging sound, like a tireless giant trekking across the vast Siberian plains.

Outside the window, the world was a vast expanse of silvery white, with the boundless coniferous forests covered in a thick blanket of snow, standing silently in the bitter cold.

Only the occasional passing telephone pole and a lonely little station break the solidified silence.

Time slipped away on the monotonous journey.

But the beautiful scenery along the way is a consolation.

It's now the fourth day of our return journey, and the world-famous Lake Baikal lies right beside the train tracks!

The vast, sapphire-blue lake unfolds under the rising sun, stretching endlessly to the horizon where it merges with the sky.

Near the shore, the transparent ice layer is gently pushed by the lake water, forming layers of ice fragments of various shapes, which shimmer with a diamond-like luster in the sunlight.

In the distance, at the heart of the lake, lies a breathtaking, unfathomable expanse of azure.

A magnificent, tranquil, and pristine beauty... washes over you.

Everyone in the carriage held their breath, staring out the window at the legendary "Beihai".

Binzi and Wu Weiguo huddled up to Qin Yuan.

Their minds were not on the beautiful scenery.

“Brother Yuan,” Binzi rubbed his hands together and lowered his voice, “We’re about to enter Mongolia. Do you think Jiadai will really come? It’s been four days and there’s not a sound.”

Qin Yuan's gaze never left the book "Hitchcock's Principles of Internal Medicine" in his hands.

This is a pioneering work in the systematic compilation of internal medicine textbooks, and it has been published in eighteen editions since its first edition in 1927.

He held the eighteenth edition in his hand; in medicine, the newer the edition, the more comprehensive the content.

His voice was calm and even, revealing no emotion: "What did Andrei say?"

Wu Weiguo interjected, "I met Andrei twice in the dining car."

"His men checked the fifth carriage and the carriages behind it, but they didn't see any faces that looked like Kadai or his men."

"There were some unfamiliar faces in the carriage, but they all looked like ordinary passengers or small vendors, not like an organized group."

Qin Yuan picked up his teacup, gently blew on it, and the rising steam blurred his glasses.

“Lei Zebing died on the Mongolian Plateau,” he said calmly, as if stating a fact. “Perhaps Jia Dai also wanted us to accompany him on that land.”

He paused, then turned his gaze to Binzi and Wu Weiguo, his eyes deep: "No need to rush. He won't not come. If he really doesn't come..."

Qin Yuan's lips curled into a cold smile: "Then I misjudged him. Let Andrei and the others make a few more trips on the K3, it's only a matter of time. But this cancer on the line must be completely eradicated."

He put down his teacup, his tone becoming serious: "Now, you should all rest well and conserve your energy. Remember, before we return to Yanjing, the closer we get to the border, the more dangerous it becomes. Stay vigilant and never let your guard down."

Binzi and Wu Weiguo felt a chill run down their spines and nodded simultaneously: "Understood, Brother Yuan!"

Just then, "Knock knock knock!" There was a knock on the door of the private room.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a hint of urgency.

Binzi was closest to the door. He frowned slightly, got up, and opened the door to the private room.

A young woman wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket and with two braids stood outside the door, a timid smile on her face, speaking in a thick northern accent: "Brother, I'm sorry to bother you, I... I wanted to ask for directions..."

As she spoke, her eyes darted quickly across the private room, lingering for a moment when she saw Qin Yuan sitting by the window with his backpack on the small table.

Binzi's eyes turned cold, and he was about to ask a question.

suddenly!

Three or four burly men suddenly sprang out from behind the woman!

They moved swiftly, their hands clearly gripping gleaming daggers and short, thick iron rods!

They blocked the doorway instantly!
The leader, a man with a fierce look in his eyes, growled in Mandarin with a southern accent, "Don't move! Hand over your money and valuables if you know what's good for you! Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The atmosphere in the private room instantly plummeted to freezing point!

Qin Yuan slowly raised his head, his gaze calmly sweeping over the few fierce-looking robbers at the door. There was no panic on his face; instead, it was as if he had seen something interesting.

He gently closed the book "His Internal Medicine" lying open on his lap, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and said to Binzi and Wu Weiguo:

"It seems there are more and more petty thieves on this K3 train."

The words have not yet been spoken!

Binzi and Wu Weiguo, like cheetahs poised to pounce, suddenly moved!

Binzi darted forward, his left hand flashing as he grabbed the wrist of the leader holding the knife and twisted it forcefully!
At the same time, his right fist slammed into the opponent's jaw like a heavy hammer!

A crisp "crack!" was followed by a muffled groan.

Before the leader could even scream, he was sent flying by the immense force, crashing heavily against the wall of the carriage across the corridor before sliding down and passing out!

Wu Weiguo approached the other two like a ghost, and with a sway of his body, he executed a precise grappling technique!

Two sharp cracks were heard, followed by two shrill screams. The wrists of the two robbers were dislocated instantly, and the daggers clattered to the ground!
The last one with the iron bar hadn't even reacted before Binzi kicked him in the chest. He flew backward like a broken sack, crashing into the aisle and curling up in pain, clutching his chest.

The whole process was as fast as lightning! In just a few seconds! The woman who knocked on the door turned pale with fright, screamed, and collapsed to the ground.

Qin Yuan stood up, walked to the door, and looked down at the wailing robbers and the terrified woman on the ground with a cold gaze.

"Tie them all up," he ordered calmly. "We'll be returning to China in two days, and then we'll hand them all over to the domestic police."

"Yes, Brother Yuan!" Binzi immediately found some rope and, together with Wu Weiguo, quickly tied the four men up like dumplings, stuffing their mouths tightly shut.

The woman was tied up alone to one side, trembling with fear, and dared not utter another sound.

Meanwhile, on the China-Mongolia border, near Erenhot.

On the desolate Gobi Desert, the cold wind is as sharp as a knife.

Several modified SUVs painted in camouflage and a dilapidated van were parked behind a sheltered earthen slope.

Kayo, wrapped in a thick military overcoat, stood beside the car, his gaze sweeping over the gathered crowd with a sinister look.

The number of people was a staggering nearly twenty!

Most of them wore bulky cotton-padded clothes or fur coats, their faces weathered and menacing, their eyes fierce.

Almost everyone carried a gun.

There were even seven or eight people carrying AK47s, swaggering around there.

Kayo's gaze slowly swept over each face, and she said in a low voice:

"Everyone, let me repeat the rules one last time."

"We're going to 'pick up' fat sheep, not to kill and set fires!"

"The goal is clear: they just want money, specifically the money they bring back from the Russians on the train."

"If we can avoid causing any deaths, we should absolutely avoid causing any deaths!"

He paused, his tone becoming even harsher, his gaze piercing like a knife as he looked at a burly, bald man: "Especially you, Erlinzi, keep your two ounces of meat in check!"

"Don't let your lust get the better of you, making you unable to move when you see a woman!"

"If you dare to mess things up like last time and ruin everything, you'll make sure everyone loses their livelihood on this golden road..."

Kayo's voice suddenly rose, filled with a bloodthirsty glint, "I'll be the first to kill you! Do you understand?!"

The bald man named Erlinzi trembled under Jia Dai's gaze. When he saw the lynx and falcon beside Jia Dai, he quickly lowered his head and said, "I understand, Brother Dai. I promise I will not cause any trouble and I will listen to you!"

But a fleeting glint of disdain and lewdness flashed quickly in the depths of his lowered eyes.

Jia Dai nodded in satisfaction and turned to the others: "Those in Erenhot aren't deaf and blind. With the K3 incidents happening one after another, the higher-ups are keeping a close eye on it!"

"If this gets out of hand and reaches Yanjing, attracting the real 'Thunderbolt,' we'll all be in deep trouble!"

"So, this time we need to be quick, take the money and leave! Understand?"

"Understood!" the crowd responded sparsely.

At this moment, a man with a buzz cut, who looked like a recently released fugitive from Yanjing, spoke up, his voice hoarse: "Brother Dai, the brothers all know the rules."

"But... what if... I mean, what if those guys resist too fiercely and the brothers can't stop? Or what if they're hiding something tough?"

A cold glint flashed in Kayo's eyes.

"Of course... if you really run into a tough nut to crack, someone who doesn't know what's good for them... then there's nothing more to say."

He suddenly swung his hand, making a downward chopping motion, each word falling like an ice bead:

"Just stab them! A clean, swift cut! Understand?"

"The dead are the least likely to resist and the least likely to betray you!"

"You think all these AKs I bought are just for show?"

"Understood!" This time, the responses were much more unified, filled with suppressed excitement and a bloodthirsty desire.

The man with the buzz cut grinned cruelly, while Erlinzi touched the dagger at his waist, his eyes flashing with even more ferocity.

For this operation, Gaddafi staked almost everything.

He not only contacted the outlaws he knew in Yanjing, but also used his connections to reach out to several gangs that had been "doing business" on K3 for a long time, promising them substantial profits for a temporary "cooperation".

He cast a very tempting bait – Qin Yuan and his group were carrying ten million yuan worth of cash and hard currency!

This figure was fabricated by him based on the scale of Qin Yuan's business in Moscow multiplied by an exponential factor of greed.

But it is real enough, and crazy enough, to ignite the most intense fire of greed in the hearts of these desperate men, making them willing to take risks and follow him to gamble on a fortune on this border!

"Qin Yuan, Qin Yuan, do you think I don't know you're trying to lure me into a trap?"

Kayo's gaze was fixed on the end of the railway tracks as she muttered to herself, "But this time, I'm going to see whether your life is tougher or mine!"

With nearly twenty men, almost all of them armed, how could they possibly lose!

(End of this chapter)