The train station wasn't far from Niederdorf, and even though we were coming around from the south, it seemed a lot closer than I thought. This may be my psychological role, I always unconsciously think about things difficult and complicated in the face of adversity, but in fact it is not as bad as I imagined.

It's just that when we got to the train station, the atmosphere here seemed to be more tense than where we were before. The train station, which was supposed to be quite busy, couldn't see many people at the moment, and the people who appeared from the entrance and exit also looked very flustered, and they all rushed out of the train station without looking back. And in the small square in front of the entrance, there seem to be a few figures lying down. All of this shows that the scuffle was going on here before we came here. At present, it may have entered the train station, otherwise there would be no people running out of it one after another.

As soon as I got closer, my phone vibrate. I stopped and took out the phone, it was Krzhakov calling. I immediately connected, only to hear Krzhakov say on the other side of the phone: "Has it arrived?" ”

"Here we are." I said as I looked around the train station.

"Good." Krzhakov seemed to be walking quickly, and I felt his breathing a little rapid as he spoke, "Listen, now we have to think about continuing this scene." You've got to find a way to get the Russians in trouble. ”

"Trouble? What do you mean? I asked, puzzled.

This means that A1 is not in a good position right now. He could be captured by the Russians at any time. If he falls into their hands or is killed. Then the scene is over, and all the participants have to come to an end. Do you understand? Krzhakov spoke quickly.

"Understood." I immediately answered and looked at the station, which didn't look very big, and it seemed that the Russians had a complete advantage here, which somewhat surprised us. I don't know when we don't think much of the people in Russia now, maybe it's influenced by Eunice and their old guys, who always consciously or unconsciously show dissatisfaction and disdain for their current colleagues. Coupled with everything that the seventeenth game has experienced, although the life has been a little harder, a little harder, but it does have good results and even merits, and the comparison between the two makes these Russian counterparts seem even more incompetent, and it makes the people of the seventeenth game have an inexplicable sense of superiority. At least in comparison with NATO and Russia, the seventeenth game from top to bottom is definitely inclined to the former to be more powerful, and even arrogantly believes that the former is qualified to be his opponent at this time.

And now, it seems that everything is going in the opposite direction. Here it is the Russians who are strong, and the Berlin station is the most passive. At this moment, we have to go down to the Russians in order to have a chance to continue to achieve our goals. Fortunately, I don't have any psychological obstacles to this, and even I think it's still necessary, after all, I was worried that the people in Berlin would think that we were colluding with the Russians and scare them away. If we join the scuffle at this time, we may be able to get them back to fishing in troubled waters.

It's just that... I put away the phone and looked at Berezov behind me, but will this guy not be able to do it?

"What did he say?" Berezov immediately asked when he saw me looking at him.

I glanced at the train station and decided to tell him directly, not to go around in circles with him, and now we don't have time to go around in circles. "He told us to cause some trouble for the Russians at the train station. Now the most powerful here are the Russians, and the old guy Eunice could fall into their hands at any moment. ”

"Hit the Russians?" Berezov immediately frowned when he heard me say this.

"Yes. That's what it says. I looked at him again, "Are you not going to do it?" ”

Berezov hesitated, as I expected. I didn't say much to see him like this, I took off the jacket wrapped around the gun, and after taking out the magazine in the pocket of my coat, I tossed it aside, "You think about it here slowly." I don't have time to wait for you. ”

With that, I quickly ran towards the entrance of the train station. As I approached the entrance, I heard scattered gunshots coming from inside, many of which had echoes, some of which were just echoes, so it was difficult to get useful information or judgment from these gunshots for a while.

I looked back at Berezov before entering the train station, and Berezov was still standing in place, as if he were on the phone, presumably contacting Krzhakov. Even though his performance at the moment would have disappointed me, or anyone else in the seventeenth round, I can still understand him. After all, he is fighting for his homeland, not a certain person or organization. And the person he was going to deal with was in a way representing his homeland. Although these people are here more for the benefit of their own bosses at the moment, in order to keep them from being unlucky, at least at this moment, they are still Russians, they are members of the Russian Foreign Intelligence Agency. On the contrary, the other two of his men seemed to be in a hurry at the moment, staring at me all the time, ready to rush into the train station with me.

Before entering the train station, I did a quick check of the communicator, as well as the pistol and the MP5K bullet in my hand. After making sure everything was okay, I entered the train station.

Entering the station, I was greeted by a wide passageway. The passage is divided into two parts, one out and one in. There were some suitcases and clothes scattered on the ground at the moment, and I even saw a shoe. A large part of the half-human-high fence separating access to the area was also overwhelmed to the ground. This indicates that there was chaos here, but there is no sign of a fierce battle.

I quickly walked through the passage and came to the hall. Upon reaching the hall, the sound of gunfire became clearer, and I soon saw the man lying on the ground again. I quickly looked at all the figures lying on the ground, and I couldn't tell if they were Russian or Berlin or just ordinary innocent passengers, and I didn't have time to fumble around them to try to prove their identity, they weren't ours anyway, and it was enough to know that.

At this time, another burst of gunfire was heard from inside the station. This time, the gunfire was much clearer, and it felt much closer to me. I immediately moved in the direction where the gunshots were coming from, and before I had gone far I approached the waiting hall that connected to the hall. As soon as I entered the waiting hall, I saw two groups of people shooting at each other in the waiting hall.

There's still activity today... Tomorrow there will be ... Alas.....

Everyone, hurry up and cut the fat. Are they all skinny? Double...

(End of chapter)