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From the moment the four gangsters entered the carriage, it was like they were brought in a blast of moldy air. Everything began to fester in the dark night, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell.

Pan Ting suddenly hugged Pan Jun's arm and said, "Brother, can we change places?"

Jin Feng frowned. This woman was a bit annoying. She was the type who could never share the same pain. Fortunately, she was not one of her own.

Pan Jun stood up expressionlessly, and the woman quickly squeezed into his seat.

But Pan Jun did not sit down, and both He Yu and Jiang Jiachen stood up. There was no way to avoid this, so it was better to just do it.

The four gangsters originally planned to start looting from the first one, but when they saw Pan Jun and the others, they changed their minds.

They walked directly towards Pan Jun and the others.

The atmosphere in the entire carriage was tense to the extreme. Those gangsters were nothing but a mess and no match for these four people, so Pan Jun and the others were the only hope.

"What are you looking at?" the leader of the gangster asked.

Pan Jun smoothly pulled out the military thorn: "Why are you looking at me?"

"Damn it, I'm pia (four tones) ji. Where are you from?"

Pan Jun and the others were stunned, and Xia Chuan and others were stunned. There was a gangster in Fengshi, named Piaji.

"Is it Piaji from Fengshi?" Pan Jun asked in surprise.

Pia grinned widely: "Does anyone really know me? Are you from Fengshi?"

"That's right." Pan Jun paused and said, "I understand, you were dragged down by Liu Yong."

Pia's eyelids twitched: "Do you know how Liu Yong died?"

Pan Junxin said that you really asked the right person, we were the ones who killed Liu Yong, but he smiled lightly and said: "It was Chen Feng who did it. But he couldn't find anyone under him to take revenge, so he can only blame you, because you are the only one who did it." You have this strength.”

Piaji's eyes started to jump and he asked, "Who is Chen Feng?"

"You can't afford to offend him for eight lifetimes. If you think about it bigger, the biggest one is his father."

Pia Ji was really frightened. No matter how good he was, he could only deal with gangsters, and he would have to run away if he got four men with guns.

He glanced to the side, glanced at Xia Chuan and the other five, and said, "I understand. I'm going to give Boss Xia some face today. I can't move this train. Get out!"

After saying that, he turned around and took his three men with him, and then retreated.

Everyone was stunned. It turned out that the person in this car was also a black boss?

Pan Ting's eyes moved back and forth on Xia Chuan's face, and she asked uncertainly, "Are you Xia Chuan?"

Pan Jun stretched out his hand and pulled her back to her original position. The identity of the boss could not be revealed casually, as it would cause a lot of trouble in vain.

Pan Ting understood and didn't dare to glare at Pan Jun. At that moment, she really felt the murderous intent of this man. He had definitely killed someone before.

Jin Feng asked with a smile: "Sister Pan Ting, are you also a bad guy? Is it easy to do business with Lao Maozi?"

Pan Ting smiled and said:

"After all, I am a woman, so how can I be called a traitor? But doing business with Lao Maozi is very profitable. As long as you can speak a few simple daily expressions, such as 'Harle Shao' (good), 'Ochehara Shao' ( Very good), 'Dallas Wiki' (Hello), 'Davaris' (Comrade), etc., and then indicate how much it is with your finger.

Those old guys are very generous and cutely stupid. They are willing to spend forty or fifty rubles to buy inferior down jackets that are not worth even twenty or thirty yuan; they are willing to spend thousands of rubles at a time to buy the whole thing you just put on the shelf. Fan pork; they will compete to death over the price of a box of canned fish. "

Jin Feng asked again: "In other words, the most profitable thing for me is meat and clothes?"

Pan Ting looked at Xia Chuan and smiled helplessly:

"It is like this for ordinary people. But the real money is always things that are prohibited from trade. For example, cigarettes and alcohol are prohibited from being imported into the Far East. But the demand is huge. In China, the big front door that costs two cents a pack, Far East Black The market price is two rubles;

A pack of Beidaihe, Evergrande, and Shanhaiguan costs one yuan, and the black market price in the Far East is twelve to fifteen rubles; Ashima and five golden flowers in a pack of two yuan and a half, the black market price in the Far East is forty or fifty rubles. Think about the profit. How big. "

Jin Feng asked keenly: "Aren't you the one who pours cigarettes and wine?"

"Oh, where did you see it?" Pan Ting asked with a smile.

"It's very simple, you are alone. I think the Far East is much more chaotic than here, but you dare to go alone. It would be okay if you were ugly, but you are so attractive." Jin Feng said with a smile.

Pan Ting secretly scolded you, you damn girl, for daring to scold me, but she smiled and said, "Then what do you think I do?"

"Well, I guess..." Before she could finish speaking, Xia Chuan hugged her and said, "What you do has nothing to do with you. You have to learn to respect other people's privacy, do you understand?"

"I know, brother." Jinfeng instantly regained his incomparable well-behaved attitude as a little girl.

The train arrived at the terminal soon.

Xia Chuan was not in a hurry to get off the bus. It didn't make any difference if he took one step earlier or one step later. He didn't want to be crowded with the crowd.

Pan Ting was very anxious. She glanced out the window. The lights on the platform were very clear and it was raining outside.

She handed the suitcase to Pan Jun as if nothing had happened, and said softly: "Brother, I'll go down first, and you hand it to me through the window."

Pan Jun smiled and said: "It seems there is no money in it."

Pantene joked: "It's full of money, but I believe you."

After saying that, he turned around and squeezed under the car with the flow of people.

The seven people in Xia Chuan will never forget what happened in the next moment.

He Yu opened the window.

The moist and fresh air poured into the chest, making everyone relax their vigilance and breathe greedily.

Because it is the terminal station, the flow of people on the platform is very chaotic. People getting off and picking up the bus are mixed together. They are all all kinds of people, and it is hard to tell which one is more special.

Xia Chuan suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was a bit disharmonious.

If the original theme was rush, the current theme suddenly became sniper.

A copper-colored bullet, like a shooting star, penetrated the fine rain line. The sharp chirping sound and the speed of the bullet intertwined with each other to create a dazzling trajectory, heading straight for Xia Chuan behind the open window.

At this moment, Xia Chuan's vision collapsed and he completely forgot to breathe. His rapidly beating heart seemed to open his throat and jump out to escape alone.

He has seen death.

He thought of the nine times he fell into Chen Feng's hands in his previous life. Could this be the tenth time?

but--

Suddenly there was another person in the picture.

Panting, who rushed in a hurry, tripped and fell towards the window.

It was originally two pictures, but they overlapped unexpectedly, and each of them changed a part.

Her head was torn apart by the gunfire.

The green train carriage was suddenly covered with scarlet blood spots, white cream-like brain matter, and scalp bone fragments stained with hair.

A woman passing by turned her head to see this scene, her eyes widened in horror, and she let out a piercing scream. Then she shook her butt hard and tried to rush forward, but she found that the speed she had imagined was gone, and her movements were As if she had been slowed down a thousand times, cotton was as weak as all her strength had been drained by fear.

In the dim light, the raindrops were still falling, and the dark sky was like the last trace of dusk when the sun sets over the western mountains.