(Thanks to the boss "I'm not lazy, I just don't want to" for the 10,000 reward, three-in-one update, and a big chapter to make up for yesterday's update, 21 updates are due)

Moscow time, 3:28 a.m. on August 3.

K20 drove in the dark night on the southern edge of the West Siberian Plain.

Geographically speaking, this is a mountainous area, called the Western Sayan Mountains and the Eastern Sayan Mountains. It is also the most youthful and energetic area of ​​the West Siberian Plain. It has rivers, dense forests, and fertile land, which is completely different from the dry and rainless hinterland of the Great Plains.

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In summer, the sweet snow water gurgls down the mountain stream, and the highly ornamental white birch and red pine forests are tall and tall, with brightly colored trees. The train passes through them, creating a beautiful scene of movement and tranquility.

It's a pity that all of this was submerged in the vast darkness. Except for a few carriers with superhuman vision who could appreciate this magnificent scene, no one else on the train had the chance to see this gorgeous wilderness scenery.

However, perhaps even in the daytime, ordinary passengers on the train may not be interested in paying attention to this beautiful postcard-like scenery.

Because just now all the passengers on the train heard a loud noise, and at this moment there was a puff of black smoke coming out of the middle of the train, as if the locomotive had returned to the steam age, and like a warning beacon on the Great Wall, but this smoke

The black smoke that should have been eye-catching was obscured by the ink-like night, making it difficult for ordinary people to see.

The explosion site was a mess. The brown wooden door had been broken into countless pieces. The long and narrow corridor was full of various debris. The closer to the incident site, the more debris there were. There were also slightly larger pieces lying innocently in the corner, and inside the room

There was still white and black mist hanging around, many dark iron pieces were inserted on the roof of the train, and the cramped room had been bombed.

It was a complete mess, the window glass was completely shattered, wind was pouring into the car, and the air was filled with a burnt smell and a faint smell of burning grease. In the simple room, except for Sergei's iron cabinet and

Except for the clearly identifiable bed, the other furnishings were all in shambles and a mess, including Sergei's body, which was covered in a layer of black.

That's right, conductor Sergey Shakurov's bedroom is located at the very front of Car No. 9. That's why the conductor's bedroom is neither at the front nor at the back. This is for his convenience in case of any problems with the train.

It is best to go to the accident location to deal with it as soon as possible.

Now the train conductor Sergei Shakurov did appear where he was supposed to appear for the first time, but his posture was not correct. Logically, he should be standing, but unfortunately, he was lying down at the moment.

And it was ugly to lie down.

"The explosion was caused by the boiler in Sergey's room. In fact, diesel locomotives generally do not use this kind of diesel boiler. However, the driving distance of the K20 is too long. Even water cannot be heated by the electricity generated by the internal combustion engine at the front of the locomotive.

Therefore, k20 is installed with diesel boilers in several special locations.

This kind of boiler is not big, and the water it boils is only for the use of the staff on the train. I didn’t expect that an explosion happened today.” Oleg, the captain of the train safety team, looked at the terrifying scene in front of him and his face was covered with sweat.

He said that this was the first time he had encountered an explosion in his 20 years as a police officer.

The curly-haired carrier disguised as a policeman nodded. At this time, the voice of Napoleon VII came from his headset, "Galbien, walk in and take a look." The carrier, known as Galbien, immediately walked in and returned.

There were other people in the steaming room. When Galbien and the police captain came in, they gave some space and came out.

The Russian gangsters standing in the conductor's room all knew who Galbion belonged to.

Sergey died not far from the diesel boiler. It looked like he had gone through a brief struggle. Not only was he lying ugly, but his death was also ugly. The body was still exuding bursts of hot gas with the scent of grease, and it was black.

The oil stains and the blooming red skin intertwined to form a stomach-churning scene. It was obvious that he had been thoroughly cooked by being splashed with 100-degree hot water, and then his body was completely destroyed by the explosion.

Gregory smiled at the curly bearer Galbien and said "It looks like an accident!".

"It's really admirable that you can smile while looking at such a corpse!" Garbien said nothing, standing next to Grigory, wearing a white vest with a dagger tattoo on his shoulder, Valuev was eating smoked food with relish.

Fish, and laughed at Gregory, as if he didn't know that he was the most abnormal one, chewing smoked fish in front of what looked like a half-cooked corpse, it was disgusting to think about it.

Then someone actually made a few retching sounds, couldn't help but bend over and rushed out of the room to vomit.

But for the big guys, even if this scene is not a "commonplace", it must still appear to be a commonplace. "This is Russia, crying and laughing are not our choice." Grigory shrugged his shoulders, and then he continued to smile.

Then he said, "I think you should love death more than me! Mr. Valuev!"

"Now we should discuss how to deal with this matter, instead of listening to you two bickering like children here. If you two really can't control your mouth, I don't mind finding a few skilled women to use their vagina plugs

Fill your mouth! Let you recall the memories of your childhood when you couldn't speak." The man standing on the other side of the curly carrier, with a shaved head and two boots tattooed on the joint between his neck and back said fiercely.

"Yevgeny, even if your boss is here, you have to be polite when you see me. Don't think that just because you have the nickname of executioner, you really feel that you are cruel and ruthless, killing people like crazy. Compared with me, you are just a person."

I am the kindergarten executioner who has played the game for two days, and I am the real butcher." Valuev said with a sneer, wiping his neck.

"The barking of the Caucasian dog is still so beautiful. I wonder if you will still be able to bark so happily when I stuff my dick into your dog's mouth and stab your py with an AK47. I believe you can. After all, you are the best at it.

Lick x” Skinhead Yevgeny responded without any sign of weakness.

At this time, Prince Napoleon, who could no longer listen to the vulgar dialogue, said to Curly Galbien: "What a bunch of stupid bastards, interrupt their quarrel and let them talk about business." So Curly Galbien waved his hand and said: "

Please stop the meaningless quarrels, you are not here to quarrel!"

Gregory immediately echoed: "Yes! The most important thing now is how we deal with the current situation. There are only fifteen minutes until Ishim. If we call the police, the train will definitely not be able to continue moving forward. And this train's

The control may no longer be in our hands.”

"Call the police? What can those still nursing police officers do? Take the train conductor's body back, dissect it, label it and file it? Then we might as well leave the whole body for his family."

"You must not call the police or let the train go out of control. No matter whether the train conductor died in an accident or a conspiracy, it is not necessarily a bad thing! At least the possibility of the spy being on the train is greater, and we have

For more legitimate reasons to search everyone on the train, we can say that the wanted criminals on the train caused the explosion," a member of the Onyani Gang said.

"This is not enough. We have to say that this terrorist issued a death threat and ordered the train not to stop. If it stopped, he would create a bigger explosion. If we want to find someone hidden among the masses, we must mobilize the masses.

, let them report each other and provide clues," Gregory said lightly with a smile.

"This is such a good idea! I like it!" Yevgeny licked his lips and said with a smile.

"There has been an explosion and there are terrorists. Shouldn't we notify the police immediately?" Curly Carrier Galbien asked in confusion.

"Notify the police??" Valuev looked at the curly carrier with disdain, "Of course the police have to notify, but is it wrong for passionate people to spontaneously search for terrorists?"

"Of course, this is Russia," Yevgeny said with a grin.

"Contact Ishim Station now and tell them that the train has been threatened by terrorists and cannot enter the station. Ask them to make arrangements and pass directly." Valuev patted the shoulder of the police captain and said softly.

"But" police captain Oleg didn't expect this group of people to be so crazy. He didn't know that there was something worth 600 million US dollars hidden on this train. If he knew, Oleg would be crazy about it and take risks.

"No, Oleg, would you like to say that I don't mind adding a name to the list of people killed by terrorists?" Yevgeny put his gun to the head of the police captain and said with a grin.

Moscow time, 3:50 a.m. on August 3.

The K20 train that was supposed to stop at Ishim Station did not slow down at all and passed quickly through this small station with only one platform. Most passengers on the train knew nothing about it because no one got off here.

There are no cars, and no one pays attention to this small station.

Only Cheng Mo was sitting in the crowded dining car and saw the green Ishim stop sign quickly passing through his field of vision. He remembered the train timetable. It would take five minutes to stop at Ishim, although it was only five minutes.

, but it has to stop, right? However, the train directly ignored this station at this moment. There is no doubt that something must have happened ahead, and something will definitely happen next.

Sure enough, the train's announcement rang in time, "Urgent notice, because of special circumstances, this train needs to go directly to Irkutsk. We ask all passengers for your understanding and cooperation with our safety inspection. Please do not

Walk around freely in the carriage and wait in the carriage for inspection.”

Then the broadcast was repeated several times in English and Russian. The dining car was originally quiet, but at this moment it became noisy again. Many people who could not understand English and Russian were asking other people what happened.

Explanations and complaints in various languages ​​filled the entire carriage. Someone asked the Russian soldier standing in front, "When can we return to the carriage?"

The Russian soldier looked at another carrier left in the dining car. This tall, blue-eyed carrier walked into the kitchen of the dining car. After a while, he walked out and said loudly in English: "Quiet, everyone, now put your

Write your name and bed space on the questionnaire, hand it to the soldier at the door, and then you can leave. After leaving, please go directly back to your car. If you stay in the corridor or other places without permission, we will not be responsible for anything that happens."

When the blue-eyed carrier spoke again, the Kuaishou guy lamented: "Why are you so unlucky? Maybe a big drug dealer was discovered again. The train drove directly to Irkutsk for inspection."

"Why do we have to go to Irkutsk for inspection?" Cheng Mo asked.

"Because wherever there is an armed garrison of the Russian Federation, more than 900 people are not a small number. Ordinary small cities simply cannot accomplish this." The Northeast Kuaishou guy stood up with his watch, patted the dark man next to him and said, "Look

It looks like we will be delayed for several days! Huzi, let’s go!”

After saying that, the two of them squeezed towards the door following the flow of people.

Cheng Mo also pulled Xie Minyun and signaled her to stand up too. Xie Minyun was a little strange, because Cheng Mo never liked to squeeze with others and always waited until the end before leaving. So Xie Minyun asked in a low voice: "What's the rush?"

Cheng Mo saw that the Korean woman not far in front of him was inconvenient to speak, so he could only quietly hold Xie Minyun's hand and press her palm twice.

Xie Minyun naturally knew that Cheng Mo meant not to ask, but he still couldn't help but think of the subtext in the interactions between boys and girls in Europe. He pinched the other person's hand and pressed it in the palm of his hand to signal: "Come to my house tonight."

Of course, Xie Minyun's understanding of danger was not as complete as Cheng Mo's. Naturally, he was in the mood to think blindly, but all the cells in Cheng Mo's body were tense, as if he had entered an extremely important exam, and all his energy was focused on

On two issues, "find Shirkov while protecting yourself."

He was concentrating on staring at the back of the Korean woman, and tried to get closer to her inadvertently, so that he could hear her conversation with other people. Therefore, Cheng Mo completely forgot to let go of Xie Minyun's hand, and just held the questionnaire in one hand.

, holding Xie Minyun in one hand and standing in the crowded carriage, observing the Korean woman while waiting to go out.

Xie Minyun didn't expect that Cheng Mo would dare to hold her hand. She felt like there were countless tap-dancing little people stepping around in her heart. The thumping sound was about to explode into her eardrums. She couldn't say no.

I know what I'm feeling, but I don't know why I'm still a little nervous. It seems that the palms of my hands that were pinched by Cheng Mo just now are still sweating. This is really bad. It must be uncomfortable to hold wet hands, right? I wonder if he will

mind?

"That's not right! It's obviously me who should care! I just held him while he fainted last time. Why is he holding me again this time? It's too much! Do I want to break away?"

"You can't let him hold hands so casually, otherwise he will think you are a frivolous girl!"

"Frivolous? He is obviously shameless. He held my hand without my consent. He is only frivolous!"

"But no matter who is frivolous, he is active and you are passive, so you are taken advantage of by him! So you lose!"

"Why did I lose? It was obviously him who took the initiative to hold my hand to save face! Where is the principle that the person who apologizes first and shows his kindness first is the winner?"

The little tap dancers in Xie Minyun's mind were divided into two groups and they were fighting. It was very chaotic. She lowered her head like a little daughter-in-law and was led by Cheng Mo to the door of the dining car without even knowing it until Cheng Mo let go of her hand.

Said: "Senior sister, what are you saying? Hand in the questionnaire."
To be continued...