The old-fashioned train with jet-black 'braids' still runs on the tracks, like an old worker who is reluctant to leave his post, and at the same time with old qualifications, the sharpness of his hands and feet has inevitably dropped by several grades.

From morning to dusk, the route that the young 'colleagues' had to take only half a day to complete was still unfinished, perhaps due to the unusually long hours it took to stop along the way.

The routine search continued, but after leaving the geographical sense of southern Xinjiang, this search gradually evolved into a kind of formal walk-around scene, and from beginning to end, no one had ever entered the warehouse to search for anything, and Mo Xie who was hiding in it was also happy to be quiet.

It's just that this tranquility is destined to be broken by external forces.

"Squeak——!

The train suddenly pulled the brakes, and a screeching sound came from under the body, and passengers in the window position could even see sparks drifting under the window.

"What's the situation?"

The sudden braking made the people in the car lose their center of gravity, some people fell, some people were directly confused by the food in their hands, and the screams, cries for help, and the sound of object collisions started the concert. There was chaos in the cabin, and only after the whole braking process had stopped did anyone ask questions.

"Phew!"

A gunfire answered a carload of questions, the stopped train door was forcibly opened, and masked people dressed in black walked into the carriage with guns.

"Robbery. ”

The voice was short and powerful, as crisp as a bullet out of the chamber, and there was not a single word superfluous.

This happens in every carriage, and when you look out the window, hundreds of men in black gather around the train on motorcycles, as if they were from some film depicting gangs at the beginning of the last century.

"In broad daylight, Lang Lang Qiankun! How can Rong Er and other bandits run rampant?!"

Just when everyone was intimidated by the momentum and guns of the men in black, an angry roar erupted from a certain carriage, but it was an old man with white hair.

I saw him jump up from his seat and shoot like a sharp arrow at the gangsters who were blocking the doorway.

"Bah!Bah!"

The old man's movements were too fast, and the scene was chaotic, and everyone only heard these two explosions, and then saw the gunmen at the door falling limply.

This old man is obviously a practitioner! A practitioner who can ignore guns and numbers!

Before the travelers who had witnessed the old man's feat could cheer, the old man flew upside down with even greater speed than when he had rushed forward.

"Pounds!"

The old man's back hit the sturdy wagon, and the fierce momentum caused a large chunk of the body to be concave.

"Poof!"

Mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth, and at this moment, the old man was like a humanoid fountain embedded in the wall.

"Humph!"

A cold snort sounded in the doorway, and a tall masked man stood where the old man had been, and he put his right fist to his mouth and blew on it.

"Who else wants to be strong? ”

The deep voice seems to be deliberately pretended, and those who can defeat a master in a single glance can only be a master who is stronger than the master, most of these people are existences with heads and faces, and this unrighteous act must not be exposed and lead to ruin.

"You ......"

The old man, who had a sense of justice a moment ago and had solved the two gunmen with lightning means, was already much less angry at this moment, and he stretched out a finger to the masked man with difficulty, trying to say something with difficulty.

However, in the end, he could not say anything, and the old man's fingers trembled, and he swallowed with a tilt of his head.

The masked man's fist was too domineering, and the old man was still embedded in the wall until he died.

In the face of this force that is far beyond common sense, and hundreds of black shadows with guns, the carriage suddenly became audible.

"This time, we are only here for money, and if anyone doesn't open his eyes, we don't mind sending him on the road!

When the absurd robbery and the force value beyond common sense that thought to only appear in some low-budget movies were put in front of everyone's eyes at the same time, the people in reality, like the group actors in the movie, were silent, like tame lambs, and like marionettes, one by one they stepped out of their positions and took out the belongings in their pockets.

In the carriage, there was a long queue, and apart from the queue, no one dared to take half a step close to the old man's bones, and even no one glanced at the remains of the brave man who dared to stand up.

The heroes of the twilight died for the sake of such 'good citizens'!

I don't know if the old man will regret his 'recklessness' if he knows it.

But can being a 'good citizen' really keep you safe?

"Fifty yuan, are you insulting your uncle and me?!"

When an old man dressed in old clothes and with a hunched back trembled and fumbled through his pocket, took out a pile of crumpled banknotes and handed them to the gangsters guarding the door, the tall bandits grabbed the old man by the collar and lifted him up, and the thunderous roar mixed with the raindrops of spit smashed on the old man's face.

"Hug ...... Sorry......"

What a way this is, the poor old man stammered sorry, his eyes already cloudy yellow full of pleading.

He is just a laid-off, helpless old man, his wife died early, and his savings have already been provided for his children who are studying in a foreign country.

The cold robber lifted the old man up and shook him vigorously, as if trying to shake something out of the old bones, but to no avail.

"Huh, old shit! Fuck it!"

The robber snorted, and then threw the old man out of the carriage as if he had discarded some kind of garbage.

"Oops......!"

The old man fell on the side of the track full of gravel, and he couldn't get up for half a day, he covered one leg, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Brute!"

In the middle of the carriage, a young man wearing glasses as thick as the bottom of a bottle stood up, and he pointed his halberd at the robber who had committed the bestial act and yelled.

With a childish face full of red light and clumsy scolding, this is clearly just a student.

Perhaps, only a child who is still holding the book of the sages can be so easily provoked to stand up for the weak without thinking about the consequences.

"I've called the police!

The man with glasses pulled out his phone from his pocket, and as expected, it was a machine that had fallen behind the market version, with several cracks on the old screen, and it could be seen that it had accompanied its owner through several springs and autumns.

"Hehe!" the tall robber laughed, and he pointed at the man with glasses, "Bring him here!"

The two little minions beside him hurriedly moved and brought the man with glasses over one left and one right.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands!"

The man in glasses struggled, but the carriage was crowded, he was lifted, he was dragged out, he was pushed in front of the robbers.

"Click!"

The robber stretched out a hand and easily grabbed the young man's throat and stopped the young man's incessant scolding.

"Labor kills you like killing an ant!"

He stared at the young man, whose whole face turned red because of the obstruction of breathing and blood flow, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out one by one, but the young man still looked at the robber without flinching, as if he wanted to kill the other with his gaze.