"What if Xiaobao tracks us down?" The wife of the rolling dragon asked angrily.

"It's up to the police to investigate this matter. At most, the extra high school class will be involved. Who knows him? Besides, it is 400 miles away from Harbin, and it has long been out of the scope of Harbin Special City, so the Mudanjiang Police Department should handle this case. Xiaobao knows a lot of people, how can he just check the two of us? The Rolling Dragon replied.

The two of them did not shy away from talking at all, and the other three people in the locomotive had already regarded them as dead people in the hearts of the two of them.

"So many people died, and so much money was lost. How can it be investigated only by the Mudanjiang Police Department? Xiaobao is a member of the Kwantung Army Intelligence Department, he disappeared for no reason, how could the Kwantung Army Intelligence Department not track it down? The more the wife of the rolling dragon talked, the more angry she became.

"Isn't that much money enough? Why don't you consult with me beforehand? Have you forgotten who is in charge? How could you be where you are today without me? You've starved to death feeding the dogs on the side of the road. She asked, staring at the rolling dragon.

The face of the Rolling Earth Dragon turned blood-red, "I made it by myself today!" The rolling dragon roared.

After a bang, a bloody hole appeared in the head of the rolling dragon's wife, and her eyes were wide open, and she fell to the ground in despair.

"Lao Tzu has endured you for more than ten years. Do you really think Lao Tzu is muddy? It's best if you die, so that the money really belongs to Lao Tzu. The rolling dragon said through gritted teeth as he stared at the corpse on the ground.

After a while, the rolling dragon said to the train co-driver and boilermaker in front of the boiler, "You two come here, carry her in and stuff her into the boiler and burn it!" After saying that, he lit it with a pistol.

This sentence was not only for the co-driver and boilermaker, but also for the train driver who was driving the train.

This guy went crazy and not only killed his own wife. And also to use the train boiler to destroy the corpses!

"Uncle, I, I can't do it. I can't do it. The first to stand it was the youngest boilermaker, who burst into tears.

"What a funeral! Hurry up and stuff it in! I don't want to live anymore, do I! The rolling dragon roared.

His hands shaking with his twin guns trembled, pretending to be insane. Anyone can tell he's playing for real. The next moment it is really possible to shoot.

The train driver yanked the emergency stop valve beside the rolling dragon. The wheels of the train suddenly stopped turning, and there was a screeching sound when they rubbed against the rails.

Except for the train driver, who had been prepared, the other three people rushed forward due to inertia.

The body of the Rolling Dragon crashed into the steel plate that led to the corner of the boiler room. Suddenly dizzy and unable to react for a while.

The train driver pounced on him from behind, his two thick arms tightly hugging the upper half of the dragon's body. Keep the Rolling Dragon in it and can't move.

The arms and body of the earth rolling dragon are tightly together, and only the wrists are flexible. He struggled to raise the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the co-driver and the boilermaker.

"Hurry up and kill him! He's gone mad, and we'll all have to die in a while! The train driver shouted behind the rolling dragon.

Although they are physically strong, they are all simple farmers after all, and the two of them hesitate and dare not step forward, let alone start.

"The bag of money that killed him will be ours!" The train driver continued to shout.

This sentence had a strong stimulating effect, and the co-driver in his thirties was the first to rush over with a shovel.

The Rolling Dragon tried his best to control his two hands. Two shots rang out, one shot missed, and the other hit the co-driver in the face. The co-driver leaned back and fell directly from the entrance of the locomotive, and his body landed next to the tracks.

The early twenties hesitated and pounced.

The train driver hugged him harder behind the rolling dragon. The bodies of the two men swayed as they struggled with each other.

The boilermaker raised his shovel to chop it down, but stopped. The honest man asked him to kill people all at once, and he couldn't do it.

There was another gunshot, and the boilermaker was shot in the chest. He sat down on the ground in a daze.

The train driver saw all this, and he knew that the moment of life and death had come. He let out a loud cry and opened his mouth to bite the neck from behind under the cheeks of the rolling dragon.

The Rolling Dragon screamed, and his body trembled uncontrollably. Blood flowed from his neck.

The bodies of the two men were constantly colliding with each other in the train cab, back and forth, left and right, and against the four walls of the cab.

But the train driver just doesn't let go and doesn't let go!

Blood was now gurgling from the dragon's neck.

At this time, the rolling dragon woke up. He stood still, his wrist bending downward, the muzzle of the gun pointing down at the train driver's feet.

The Rolling Dragon pulls the trigger. The train driver let out a scream and let go of his arm holding the rolling dragon. He leaned against the wall and screamed as he lifted one foot. The eyes were filled with fear of death.

The Rolling Dragon stood there, shaking his body incessantly. He struggled to stand still, raised the gun in his right hand and pulled the trigger on the train driver one after another.

The train driver sat on the ground sliding against the wall, his eyes wide open. The wall behind him was red.

With a bang, the Rolling Dragon sat on the ground. He first looked at his wife, who was lying at the door of the boiler room, and then turned his head to look at the sack containing the money on the ground. His vision began to blur, and drowsiness welled up.

Xiaobao ran along the path by the railway, and he didn't care if he could catch up with the train. Even if he chases the sky, he will also give an explanation to the rolling dragon!

After running for seven or eight miles, Xiaobao suddenly stood still.

The train was not far in front of him, standing still like a monster lying there.

Xiaobao and the monster looked at each other for a long time before he slowly moved his footsteps closer to the train.

Xiaobao held two pistols, and the muzzles of the guns trembled. It's not the gun shaking, it's Xiaobao's hand shaking.

Xiaobao walked to the exploded carriage at the back of the train, and then approached the locomotive along the path from car to carriage.

Xiaobao's heart was full of questions.

Below the locomotive lay a man, motionless, beside the tracks.

Xiaobao cautiously walked over and found that it was the co-driver of the train. He looked up at the train cab again, and the lights in the cab were still there, but there was no sound at all.

Xiaobao paused below for a while, but there was still no sound inside. He stuck his left pistol on his belt and slowly climbed up the ladder with his left hand, keeping the muzzle of his right hand pointed at the entrance of the locomotive.

Xiaobao had just climbed halfway up, and when his head was at the level of the ground in the train cab, he was startled by the scene he saw.

The four people in the cab sat or lay motionless.

What's going on?

Xiaobao couldn't figure it out.