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It took three minutes for Gu Tie to barely open his tearful eyes and see that the small carriage escape hatch was filled with the clear autumn sky of Eastern Europe.

The roof of the carriage is only two meters high, and if it is a little higher, it will be difficult for Gu Tie to climb up with his current physical strength. He jumped up with all his might, put his elbows outside, and moved inch by inch, finally dragging his weak lower body out of the carriage.

"Whew......" Gu Tie pounced and lay on the roof of the car with his back facing the sky, looking at the trees, birds, and clouds in the sky, and exhaled a long breath. He knew that he was still in extreme danger, that sinister Japanese could appear at any time, but every muscle in his body was constantly stabbing like a small electrode, and resting for a while was a seemingly crazy but reasonable choice.

Dense forests rush past both sides of the train, and the air is so fresh that you can see faint white smoke coming out of the locomotive's locomotive, which is the water vapor emitted by the hydrogen fuel cell of the hydrogen power locomotive. Gu Tie turned his face sideways, trying to find a geolocation sign on the side of the road, and a minute later, a green sign flashed: bialystok: 22km.

"Bialystok ......" Gu Tie translated the place name into Chinese transliteration, smacked it, and felt that he seemed to have a little impression, "Bialystok...... Minsk...... That's right!"

When he was young, Gu Tie was very interested in the history of World War II and had read a lot of relevant materials, and the name of this Polish city that had been lost for many years suddenly came to mind. In June 1941, the German invasion of the Soviet Union was launched in the Barbarossa operation, and the Battle of Bialystok-Minsk was one of the major encirclement stations, in which the German army under the command of Field Marshal Fedor von Bock routed the Soviet Western Front under the command of General Dmitry Pavlov, and wiped out the Soviet army of 420,000 troops in seven days, allowing the German army to advance along the Bialystok-Minsk-Smolensk axis towards Moscow.

Gu Tie's guess was right, the train was entering Poland from Belarus, all the way west, heading towards the dividing line between Eastern Europe and Western Europe.

"Bastard little Japan, where the hell are you going to get me......" Gu Tie muttered through gritted teeth. After lying down for a while, his muscles aching slightly, he slowly sat up and looked the train back and forth.

His stuffy tank prison car is in the middle of the train, the whole train is composed of 40 Dalian factory P70-B canopy wagons, the front of the locomotive is a new hydrogen fuel cell unit, the model is not recognizable, and it is also domestic from the style.

There are no guards. There are no surveillance cameras. There are no escort vehicles. Except for his specially refueled car, the rest of the cars didn't look out of the ordinary at all.

"What kind of plane?" Gu Tie felt a little unacceptable to this perfunctory escort method, if there were more than a dozen big men with submachine guns rushing over viciously, then the whole thing would be more logical; the more calm the storm, the more it would look like a conspiracy.

After sitting on the roof of the car for a while, the wind blowing in his face made Gu Tie dizzy, "No matter, find a safe place to rest first." He made up his mind, got on all fours, climbed to the rear of the carriage, and descended down the iron ladder to the junction of the carriages.

The train sloshes regularly, the rails pass under your feet like two silver snakes, this track may have been laid relatively early, without the application of ultra-long seamless rail technology, or a short track of international standards.

When he was thinking about what posture to use to jump out of the car to reduce secondary damage, Gu Tie glanced at it and saw a sliding door on the opposite carriage for people to enter and exit. There is only one possibility that the next carriage will be modified to transport passengers.

"Let's see what's so boring. Gu Tie pursed his lips and carefully walked over the steel plate through the platform. There is a number next to the sliding door: 14. He looked back and saw that the carriage he had escaped from was number 13. "Phew, this number...... There are no taboos, and good luck. Gu Tie said unhappily.

The bolt of the iron door was locked, and a large lock hung from it, and judging by the dust evenly distributed between the cracks and handles of the door, the last time anyone entered or exited here was at least two or three days ago.

Gu Tie squatted down and grabbed the big lock, took advantage of the sunlight to look at the lock cylinder a few times, and couldn't help laughing. Don't look at this lock stupidly big black and coarse, there is a kind of solid and sturdy Soviet big brother style, but a look at the keyhole is timid, this is the simplest three-tooth word lock, the country was eliminated more than ten years earlier because of the relatively poor public security environment, I didn't expect to shine in important positions abroad.

But any Chinese locksmith can poke open this kind of primary padlock if he finds a celery, although Gu Tie has only learned a little bit of skin because of interest, but it is more than enough to open it.

He stomped around, pulled two thin wires from the barbed wire under the railing, bent them at two angles, and poked into the keyhole. Soon he figured out the temper of the three marbles, pressed them down with the first wire, and the second wire reached in and flicked them gently, and the marbles clucked softly, and each took its place. Gu Tie dragged the two wires counterclockwise, and with a click, the padlock popped open.

"It's not challenging. Gu Tie threw away the big lock, opened the buckle, grabbed the doorknob with slight force, sliding the door made a poorly lubricated creak, opened a small crack, Gu Tie hid in the door, and looked at the situation inside with one eye. This glance startled me.

"Damn, isn't this the Red Mansion in Xiamen?" he popped up a buzzword.

Half a century ago, an important attraction of China's big smuggling case, after many changes of hands, the small building of the Yuanhua Group has long been transformed beyond recognition, and the extremely boring remembers on the quantum network have established a "Xiamen Red Mansion" discussion group based on historical data, and a full set of reproduction of the scene of poverty and luxury in the Red Mansion, Gu Tie once remembered the steam bath room with both dry and wet conditions.

I didn't expect to see a room with a more luxurious degree on a truck than good looks today.

There are no lights in the carriage, a ray of sunlight through the crack in the door illuminates the small half of the space, all the floor as far as Gu Tie's eye can see is covered with handmade wool carpets from Konya, Turkey, the hand-woven Ottoman court pattern story is as exquisite as a work of art, the ceiling is very low, but through the Byzantine roof and columns to create a high visual experience, the walls are covered with exquisite teak wainscoting, and a portrait of the Austrian painter Gustav Klimt hangs on the wall, depicting the melancholy profile of a girl in white.

"Damn! This is the stronghold of Little Japan!" Seeing this painting, Gu Tie suddenly realized.

Each IPU organization has its own secret economic resources, and the style of "100 million jade pieces" is relatively high-profile, and it often makes rebellious remarks in the international media, claiming responsibility for certain terrorist acts, and calling on more people of insight to rise up against the enslavement of human beings by quantum computers.

Hasegawa himself issued a brief statement on Al Jazeera earlier this year, announcing that an unknown supporter had donated hundreds of millions of dollars in cash to his organization, as well as a large number of precious works of art of unknown origin. Klimt's painting is one of the glittering works of art in the long list, with experts estimating that the early 20th-century classic "Miss Fritsch" is worth between $80 million and $120 million.

Gu Tie opened the door, confirmed that there was no danger inside, and walked into the carriage. The ceiling automatically glows with a soft white light, illuminating this luxurious and comfortable space. The carriage is staggered with daychairs, chaise longues, a steam room, a video room, a small swimming pool and several separate bedrooms, with Ottoman Turkish beads and pink curtains separating the different areas, and the air conditioning unit is activated somewhere, blowing a scented breeze.

"It's going to fucking enjoy it, these little Japan! I thought they should make a room full of tatami mats and sleep on the floor with a quilt rolling on the floor at night!" Gu Tie fell into the Kashmiri lamb cashmere recliner and groaned in comfort. He picked out a bottle of Scotch whisky from the small wine cabinet next to him, opened the cap, poured a few sips directly into his mouth, and exhaled a long breath of turbidity, thinking of the comfortable life of his enemy, and looking at his own miserable appearance, he couldn't help but curse.

First use alcohol to relieve his nerves, Gu Tie put down the wine bottle knowingly, poured himself a glass of mineral water, and sipped it slowly. The body on the verge of dehydration greedily absorbed water, and Gu Tie felt like a big dry sponge, sipping the precious liquid bit by bit, and every cell let out a sigh of satisfaction.

The body relaxed, but the brain became active, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt that the whole thing was weird.

Gu Tie put down the cup and smacked his lips: "It seems that I am right, it is Hasegawa's kid who did it alone, not the whole action of '100 million jade pieces', if the Japanese devils are not lying, then the army of 100 million jade pieces is still on standby in the base camp in North Africa." This kid is elusive, GTC can't catch his whereabouts even if he tries his best, I didn't expect it to be so simple, just take the train to wander around...... It should be true, these carriages are his mobile strongholds, but the madman is only one person, and he has no time to install monitoring equipment, and there is no way to send people to guard them. So now, where is he?"

Thinking of this, Gu Tie stood up and looked around, muttering, "Okay, now I'm Little Japan." This is my home. I am the leader. I'm a manager. My location should be in ...... Here!"

Gu Tie took a few steps forward and walked up a step, next to the steam bath room, there was a simple hardwood high-backed chair and a plain writing desk, from which the entire room could be seen at a glance.