Maria stared out the window, at what was happening in front of her, and she finally realized what was wrong.

It's the direction, it's the direction that's wrong.

Maria finally understood that it was a problem with the direction of the train.

This is not the direction to Moscow, if the train is going to Moscow, at this time it should go in the direction of Birobidzhan, then it should go all the way to the west, even after Birobidzhan, it is still all the way west, to Magdagachi.

But now, the train is heading northeast. That is to say, the place where the train is about to arrive is not Birobidzhan in the west, but Komsomolsk in the north.

Komsomolsk did not have a railway that could reach Moscow, and the train would not have gone to Moscow at all, could it be said that they did the wrong train from the beginning.

Komsomolsk had only one railway to the eastern coast, although the government had long been planning and designing a second Eurasian railway from Komsomolsk to Moscow, strengthening Moscow's ties with the Far East and enhancing the Soviet presence in Northeast Asia.

However, the preparatory work has been started for many years, but it has always remained only at the level of paper talk. All the designs and ideas, if you want to make them real, still need to be an extremely long process.

Therefore, it is an indisputable fact that the theoretical railway, which has not yet begun construction at all, and is therefore even more impossible, from there there are no rails to Moscow, just as there is no way to breathe with your ears.

Could it be that they really got on the wrong train, it is impossible for such a thing to happen, and their tickets clearly say Moscow, even if they recognize the wrong train, it is impossible for the ticket inspector not to find out about this problem when they check the ticket.

Maria was not convinced that the train was going in the opposite direction they were going. She wished it wasn't her delusion, that she had gone in the wrong direction, that it wasn't what she thought it was.

In order to confirm that she was denying that she was going in the wrong direction, Maria patted her hand with her hand, and Frankimir, who was busy sorting out her belongings, stretched out her finger and gently pointed out the window, she motioned to Frankimir to see where the train was heading and what was wrong.

Franky Mill knew how to identify different directions by the sun and the shade of the trees, which was the most basic prerequisite for field work, and even more basic for the KGB.

This kind of thing was not difficult for Frankimir, and it did not take long for Frankimir to come to the exact same conclusion as Maria. The train was indeed heading northeast, not west, and they had already missed the westbound railway, so if it went on like this, it wouldn't be long before they reached Komsomolsk, not Moscow, where they were going.

"What's going on?" Frankimir looked out the window at the snow in amazement, he couldn't believe his eyes, and he couldn't accept that such an accident could happen.

"I don't think we were recklessly in the wrong car." Maria pursed her lips, always insisting that they couldn't have made such a low-level mistake.

"Maybe it's possible that there will be too few passengers along the way, and from the beginning, it's like a train to Moscow. If it's going to Komsomolsk, it's easy to understand, after all, it's only a small city. Frank Mir's expression was a little helpless.

"No way, we can't get in the wrong car. The arrival time of the train, the number of the train, the signs on the platform, and the ticket inspector's inspection of our tickets all show that we cannot take the wrong train, otherwise we would have realized it a long time ago and would not have waited until this time. When we took the train, there were no two trains coming into the station at the same time, and it was the only train that stopped at the platform at the time, so we couldn't get on the wrong train anyway. ”

Maria gushed as Frankie Mill suddenly felt a chill.

Maria was right, it wasn't their negligence. Could it be that from the very beginning, they were trapped by others, someone deliberately let them get on this train, or after they got on the train, someone changed the destination of the train?

Frankmir couldn't wait to ask the other passengers around him if it was a train to Moscow, but if there was anything wrong with it, it would be tantamount to a surprise.

Even a little girl like Ah Fang is following them quietly from the Twin Cities to this train without them noticing, so there may also be other people, just like Ah Fang, sneaking on this train, but they haven't noticed it yet.

Is it true that their enemies are pervasive, and that they really can't escape from their palms, thinking of these Frankimir standing up abruptly, and his strange gaze, he looked around uneasily.

At this time, he had just received a strong gaze, and he was staring at himself angrily. There was only one person in the entire carriage who would look at Frankimir with such eyes, and that was Maria, who was sitting with him.

Frankimir saw endless blame and blame in Maria's eyes, which made him instantly regret his actions. He is still too presumptuous, and he always doesn't care about anything when his mind is hot.

Now that he is aware of the danger, he should be more at ease and pretend that he doesn't know anything, so as to hide people's eyes and ears and avoid being noticed, he is already aware of it.

Frankie Mill blamed himself for always letting emotions and blur his judgment. His behavior without going through the brain will only make those with ulterior motives more vigilant and wary of him.

Frankiemir slowly sat back on the train seat, and it was only then that Maria's face relaxed, and they both realized the danger and understood what each other was thinking.

They all looked at Ah Fang, who was looking at the beautiful snow scene outside the window with great interest.

It was the first time in her life that Fong had left the Twin Cities, so whatever she saw was nothing short of new to her. She had never seen snow in the Twin Cities, let alone such a magnificent field of ice and snow.

At this time, a young salesman appeared in the aisle of the carriage, pushing a brass cart full of various items, and asked the guests in the carriage if they needed to buy something, bread, cigarettes, and spirits......

As the salesman walked aisles, Frankiemir and Maria, they both turned their eyes to the young salesman at the same time.

She was young, she was beautiful, and she was unlike the rest of the people on the train. Although she, like the other flight attendants, wore dark overalls, she wore heavy makeup on her face. The attendants usually don't dress like her, and even the passengers on the train rarely dress like her, she doesn't look like a proper worker, but more like an idle demon king of the world.

The young salesman smiled and asked Frankimir if he needed a pack of Caucasus cigarettes, or a vodka from Minsk, perhaps a deck of playing cards to kill the boredom of the train.

For some reason, Maria stood up abruptly and faced the salesperson with a heavy blow. This punch made the salesman dizzy, his feet off the ground, and he flew out several meters away in an instant.

"How?" Frankie Mill looked at Maria puzzled.

At this time, there was something inexplicably more in Maria's hand, which was a miniature pistol used to fire nerve anesthetics.

Seeing what Maria was holding, Frankimir instantly understood everything. He immediately stood up and looked at the salesman lying on the ground. Maria's punch was really weighty, and the young salesman seemed to have fainted under the heavy blow.

It didn't end there, it was just the first domino to be toppled. pushed to the first domino, the next scene will only be more magnificent, and the chain reaction one after another will surely follow one after another.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of black-clothed people poured into each end of the carriage at the same time, all of them were strong and strong, wearing suits and leather shoes, such a dress is extremely rare in today's Soviet Union.

These guys are tall and big, and they know that they are professional thugs at a glance. They wore sunglasses and had uniform expressions on their faces, and in their hands they were holding the sickles used to harvest wheat in the fields.

The group of men in black slowly gathered around Frankimir and Maria, and they didn't need to use their brains to know that something was wrong.

Whether it was a blessing or a curse, it was a curse that could not be avoided, Frankimir and Maria quickly assumed a defensive posture, and at this time, one after the other, ready to face the men in black from both ends of the carriage.

Ah Fang also immediately stood on the train chair, staring at more and more people in black in surprise. She wasn't a little girl who didn't know anything, she knew the danger they were in, but she didn't want to be just a spectator.

Before the men in black approached, Frankmir had already noticed that on the shoulders of the men in black, they were wearing a shark badge. This is clearly not the Peugeot of any of the KGB's special forces, nor is it like the Peugeot of Zhukov's gang. If these people were associated with Zhukov, he thought that such a badge should have at least ever appeared. Since he had never seen it before, he had no way of determining who sent this man in black of unknown origin. Is it the KGB, Zhukov, or someone else, does it mean that they have other enemies?

Thinking about this now, it seems a little redundant, no matter who sent the men in black, they are not good here, their goal is themselves, and they are not here to gossip.

A vicious fight broke out in the carriage, and the men in black, though they were outnumbered and held their glittering scythes in their hands, were clearly no match for Frankimir and Maria.

Frankimir has powers that ordinary people can't match, Maria is proficient in professional martial arts, and even Afon can always come up with some incredible things, but they are not so arbitrary.

On the contrary, it is the passage of the man in black, which seems monotonous and boring, if it is not for the absolute superiority in numbers and the hope of winning with the tactics of the sea of people, then they have no chance of winning at all.

In less than a moment, the carriage was already full of men in black who had been knocked down. However, there were still more people in black, like a tide, constantly rushing towards the carriage they were in, like an array of trains, carrying countless people in black. (To be continued.) )