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006 [Wild Mode]

"Dirty~~~ Rumble!"

The night gradually enveloped, and the train passed through the rolling countryside.

While admiring the night, Song Weiyang ate buckets of instant noodles. The girl named Chen Tao ate steamed buns and drank them with water. She looked up at him from time to time, and seemed to be very envious of the deliciousness of instant noodles.

As a small boss who goes into business, Liu Bin naturally has to eat lunch boxes to meet his identity. This guy is both lustful and stingy. He keeps talking to the girl, but he is reluctant to invite the girl to have lunch boxes. He just keeps boasting about his big face and wide connections.

The little old man seemed very impatient and finally couldn't help saying, "I'll call the police!"

"Uh... I'm used to it, I'm used to it, don't care, brother." Liu Bin immediately smiled awkwardly.

Song Weiyang was too lazy to get involved in the mess, so he cleaned the dough bucket, so he closed his eyes and started to take a nap.

Last night, she spent a night at the provincial railway station and was worried that she would be stolen and robbed. Song Weiyang didn't have much rest. At this moment, she slept for several hours after closing her eyes. In a daze, she heard the noise in the carriage, and it seemed that something had happened.

Song Weiyang subconsciously held the hilt of the military spear and opened his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

Liu Bin seemed very panicked and said tremblingly: "There is someone robbing money in the next car, and it may be coming soon."

The old man directed the girl to act quickly. They took out some change and put it in their pockets for the gangster to take it away. Naturally, the remaining money was hidden in the inner layer and kept it properly.

Seeing this, Liu Bin learned to do this, stuffed a stack of banknotes into his underwear, then leaned against his seat and snored and pretended to be asleep. Unfortunately, his trembling body exposed him.

"Will they kill people?"

"Hide the money and pretend to be asleep and let them search! Believe me, I have experience, they will leave after getting the money. Never speak out, never resist, and don't anger those people."

"Look for the flight attendant!"

"The flight attendant is useless, please grab it if you come."

"Why go to carriage No. 7 to hide?"

"I can't hide, these people must search for the entire train."

“…”

Children living in the new century find it difficult to understand the madness of the 1990s, and they can't imagine that someone dares to grab the complete train one by one.

Just when everyone was panicked, a strong man with a national face stood up and shouted, "Don't make a noise, I'm the People's Liberation Army!" He walked to another passenger and asked, "What's the situation? Explain it clearly!"

The passenger said, "I just went to get rid of my hands and saw a lot of money grabbing next door, searching for bags one by one by one, right next to the seat."

"How many people rob money?" asked the strong man.

"A few dozen, maybe a dozen," said the passenger.

The strong man said speechlessly: "How many are there!"

The passenger said: "It's more than one or two, and he's holding a knife, which is very fierce."

Seeing that the strong man couldn't find out, he immediately walked towards the toilet, peeked for a while before returning. He stood in the middle of the carriage and shouted: "I am the People's Liberation Army. Now a group of gangs robbed in the next carriage, and it is very likely that they will come. Party members, soldiers, and public security have all stood up for me. The time has come to test us!"

No one responded, and the noisy carriage suddenly became quiet, and everyone pretended to be asleep without saying a word.

The strong man was a little angry, but he still held back and didn't scold him. He just said, "When the criminals come, everyone should be careful. I'll go to other cars to find someone and will be back soon!"

Seeing that someone stood up and was not a rash guy, Song Weiyang felt hopeful. He stood up and smiled and said, "Uncle of the People's Liberation Army, I am not a party member. Can a member of the Communist Youth League?"

The strong man was amused and cried, nodded and said, "Okay, the Young Pioneers are fine, come with me."

Song Weiyang patted Liu Bin on the shoulder: "Manager Liu, please give it up."

Liu Bin left his legs and gave way, without saying a word, and continued to pretend to be asleep.

The girl opened her eyes and watched Song Weiyang leave her seat, whispering: "Be careful, they have a knife."

"Yes." Song Weiyang nodded and agreed.

The strong man glanced at Song Weiyang and warned: "Are you a student? Don't rush forward later, and follow the command of all actions."

Song Weiyang took out the 81st military sect and handed it over and said, "I'm using it for a while and lend it to you."

"Have you been a soldier?" The strong man took over the military assault, quite surprised.

"My brother has been." Song Weiyang said.

The strong man pulled out the military sect, stroked the four blood grooves on the front and back, and praised: "It's well maintained, your brother must be a good soldier."

The two soon arrived at the next carriage, and the strong man shouted again: "I am the People's Liberation Army. Now there is a group of gangsters robbing next door and they are coming soon. Party members, soldiers, and public security have all stood up for me. The time has come to test us!"

Without any suspense, the carriage was also in panic.

"I am a party member, I'll follow you!" Suddenly a voice rang.

When Song Weiyang looked over the voice, he saw a middle-aged fat man in a suit and tie. He had a fat head and ears and a belly like a pregnant woman who had been pregnant for ten months. He looked like a corrupt bureaucrat no matter how he looked, but now he seemed generous and heroic and generous.

The fat man came over to shake hands with the strong man and told himself: "Hello comrade, I am Zheng Xuehong, deputy director of Mengping County Sports Bureau."

The strong man said: "Hello comrade, I am He Gang, an instructor of a certain unit of the Chinese People's Liberation Army!"

After running several pieces of carriages in succession, more than ten people gathered around the strong man. There were soldiers, public security, passenger police, civil servants, and people who followed spontaneously like Song Weiyang. People were holding various weapons in their hands. Even the fat man named Zheng Xuehong was holding a thermos, as if he wanted to use this thing to smash people.

Song Weiyang was carrying a bottle of canned fruits from his home. Before he opened them, he felt a little excited.

Fighting and causing trouble is the most interesting.

The strong man began to arrange a combat plan. He said: "I roughly observed that there were at least 20 criminals, and the leader had a fire gun in his hand. We can't act recklessly. We should pretend to be an ordinary passenger first, listen to my orders before acting together. If there is really no chance, then give up resisting. Saving your life is the most important thing. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" Everyone was in high spirits of fighting.

In this era, the most undeficient thing is passion, justice and madness. The passion of self-defense counterattack is still hidden in people's hearts.

Song Weiyang felt that something was missing, well, there was still a BGM that was right.

The strong man led the team back to the crime scene, perhaps because of the large number of people and a large number of passengers, along the way, there were several more passengers joining.

The carriage where Song Weiyang was originally located had been occupied by a robbery gang, and everyone immediately chose to set up an ambush in the next carriage. About a few minutes later, the criminals finally came over, and the leader held the gunpowder gun without saying a word, while the minions quickly searched for the passengers' personal belongings.

The entire robbery process was very quiet. Those who robbed money did not speak, and those who were robbed were pretending to be asleep, and everyone was tacitly informed.

Song Weiyang sat leaning on the aisle, squinted his eyes, and soon a criminal came to flip through his schoolbag.

There was no cash in his schoolbag, so the other party started to flip through the briefcase again, and then touched him directly.

"Huh!"

The criminal pressed Song Weiyang's crotch, and there was a big hard lump inside. He knew that he had hidden a lot of money based on his touch.

Before the gangster could take off Song Weiyang's pants, the strong man shouted: "Go!"

"Go away!"

Song Weiyang swung the canned fruit and smashed it hard on the criminal's forehead. The glass bottle shattered in response to the sound, and the sugar water and sweet oranges splashed with glass residue.

As for the gangster leader who had the fire gun, he had no chance to shoot at all. He was disarmed by the PLA uncle and a Type 81 military spear was pushed to his throat. As long as this guy dared to move around, four intimidating blood grooves would be enough to clean the blood on his body.

"Put down your weapons, the PLA will not kill prisoners!"

As the strong man roared, the passengers who had previously swallowed their anger also broke out collectively and rushed forward to fight with the criminals.

Be clean and neat.

"Repay my hard-earned money!" An old lady threw the criminal down and slapped the bad guy a few times, directly dazzling the bad guy.

Of course, there were also injuries, and the fat deputy director's arm was cut. His thermos was useless, and in the end he grabbed the blade with his bare hands and started fighting with the criminal head-on.

"I was practicing weightlifting back then!" The fat man said in awesome afterwards.

The strong man tied the leader of the gang and threw it back with a smile: "Little brother, thank you!"

"No need to thank you, the military and civilians are in love with each other." Song Weiyang covered the huge sum in his crotch, feeling still scared.

If it weren't for the military leader, Song Weiyang's more than 4,000 yuan in start-up funds would have been snatched away by these bastards.
Chapter completed!
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