People whose strength is far lower than their own, such a thing, even if they are done a hundred times, do not deserve praise.

Unless it is done to save the weaker who have been oppressed.

"Alright, Engong, there is such a big commotion here, it looks like it's time for me to leave...... Anyway, there is no direction for a while, so let's be a guide for Engong. ”

Half of the Chinese gambler's face was wrapped in medical gauze, and even if he was rescued in time, he still received several heavy blows to the small boss on his face after all.

He felt like his back molars were loosening a little.

"I'm tired. ”

At this moment, Mo Ye and the gambler had already arrived at the train station, where Mo Ye saw the long-lost coal-fired locomotive.

The worst thing about an English idiot suddenly coming to an English-speaking country is that he won't even buy a ticket.

"We need two tickets to Washington, D.C. ”

Chinese gamblers and Mo Xie are queuing at the ticket office, I don't know what day it is today, there are a lot of people buying tickets, if it weren't for the fact that Mo Xie didn't want to cause trouble, he almost wanted to cut the queue violently.

"Sorry, tickets to Washington are sold out today, and the earliest seats will not be available until tomorrow morning. ”

The staff at the ticket counter responded lightly to the Chinese gamblers' requests to buy tickets.

"Engong, she said that today's tickets are sold out, and there will be no car until tomorrow morning. ”

Chinese gamblers are not so articulate, especially when speaking a long sentence.

"Can you figure out which one of the trains at the station is there that hasn't left the station yet, and which one is going to Washington?"

Mo Ye pursed his lips, if he hadn't been able to figure out the direction and his 'return to the blue' was restricted, he would have flown solo a long time ago, how could he still take the train for such a troublesome thing.

"Well, it's the A304 class, it should be over there, and it will leave in half an hour. ”

The Chinese gambler replied.

"Okay, let's get in that car. ”

Mo Xie took the Chinese gambler's arm and left.

"Huh?"

Chinese gamblers have bad conjectures in their minds.

Twenty minutes later......

"As long as you know that it's the car, it's not easy to get on?"

At the ticket gate, Mo Xie displayed two tickets that he didn't know from whose pockets he didn't know in front of the Chinese gamblers.

"Master!"

The Chinese gambler first gave Mo Xie a thumbs up, and then picked his middle finger.

"Big guy, look at what is written on the ticket?"

Cultured is different, the Chinese gambler pointed to the two tickets from Mo Xie Shun, with a speechless expression.

"What?"

Mo Ye was a little confused by the second monk, he put the ticket in front of him and looked at it, and then said that he couldn't understand it at all.

All he knew was that the destination on the two tickets was Washington.

“…… I don't know what your name is, but my name is definitely not 'Nick Mason' or 'Ellie Rush'......"

The Chinese gambler pointed to a corner of the bill.

The train tickets here are real-name system......

It's so advanced!

Is this really 1973?!

was pointed at by the 'old driver' like this, and suddenly Mo Xie understood.

However, it is too late to exchange tickets now - and if they all play the real-name system, then he will not be able to use even more tickets.

It's almost their turn to check the tickets.

"What should I do?"

Mo Xie felt that he was dead, the number of yellow people in the station was simply pitiful, and he and the 'old driver' were really eye-catching standing here.

"Leave it to me. ”

The Chinese gambler thought for a while, he turned his heart sideways and grabbed one of the two tickets directly from Mo Xie's hand.

"Hey, hey, hey, Nick, Nick, Mason, your ticket!"

The man shouted at the long queue.

His shout was so abrupt and so loud that it attracted a lot of attention at the first time.

"Act on the occasion and mix it up!"

The Chinese gambler bumped Mo Ye's shoulder without a trace.

"Nick Mason!

His shout echoed in the waiting hall, and within three or four seconds, a voice came from the back of the line.

"Oh hey, that's my ticket! I'm here!"

A red-necked uncle with a hat ran from the back of the line, and he looked excited.

"Ahhh

He stretched out his hand to the ticket held up by the Chinese gambler from afar, as if his hand could extend on the original foundation.

"God bless you, boy!"

The uncle finally ran in front of the Chinese gambler, and he took his ticket from the Chinese gambler, and praised loudly at the same time.

"Nothing! Nothing! Uncle! Don't lose it again!"

The Chinese gambler waved his hand, and he withdrew from the line without a trace.

"There may be some pickpockets at this station, I lost my wallet, I have to report it. ”

Crappy reasons, but even if Chinese gamblers say more unreliable things at this moment, it will never have any negative effect.

The people in the queue watched him leave, as if they were watching a hero.

"Nice guy. ”

An old woman looked at him approvingly.

"Mind pretending to be a criminal. ”

Several young men stared at him, inexplicably hostile to the man who had grabbed the public's attention.

However, the attention of these people is irrelevant, and the most important thing is the attention of the ticket inspector.

"Exemplary passengers, ......"

The sudden, once-in-a-century 'good deeds' in the queue attracted the attention of the ticket inspector, who was distracted for about two or three seconds because of this incident.

Two or three seconds, enough for a lot to happen.

"I'll give 90 points for this forced pretend. ”

Mo Xie took advantage of the distraction of the ticket inspector to successfully pass the stall, and after passing the ticket gate, he turned around and finally cast a glance at the Chinese gambler.

It dawned on him that he didn't know the man's name until now.

"See you again when you have a chance. ”

He said secretly in his heart.

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"Hey, Falkeoff. ”（Hi,_fu_ck－off.）

It's classic, if it's a general situation, or Rogan is more in line with this sentence.

But now, the person who said it was a black man with a short five-body stature.

I don't know who gave him the courage, but he dared to point at Logan, who was more than one or two heads taller than himself, and said so wildly.

"Professor, can I beat him?"

There's going to be a tough battle tomorrow, and there's only two of them left in the 'mutant trio'.

Rogan and Charles are recruiting helpers.

"Don't waste time, Logan. ”

Charles Road in a wheelchair,

"And you may not be able to hit him. ”

"Hehe, I finally have the knowledge. ”

The black man smiled, revealing a mouthful of large white teeth, which contrasted sharply with his dark complexion.

"If you figured it out, or if you're tired of the current life of hiding, we'll be in the city by eight o'clock tonight, you know where to look for us. ”

Charles grabbed Logan, and after a few closed doors, the man was already on the verge of a kind of rampage, if it weren't for Charles to stop him, Logan would probably have fought in the last mutant's house.

"Let's go. ”

Charles left his business card (a newly printed one, with a pretended professorship) and drove away in his wheelchair.

"Whew~!"

Logan exhaled, and after throwing a 'lucky you're lucky' look at the black man, he followed Charles' as well.

"How many more people are going to visit?"

He asked.

"Hundreds, thousands. ”

Charles replied.

In front of him is the sunset gradually sinking on the horizon, and the silhouette of the city has the taste of a black and white movie.