"I……"

"Click!"

Just when the spy was impatient to refuse, the man with the bag slapped his hand on the shoulder and slipped downwards, and it turned into locking his throat.

When the spy realized something was wrong and was about to fight back immediately, the men sitting on both sides came up one after another and controlled him firmly, and could not move at all.

At the same time, a powerful force came from the palm of the man who locked his throat, which immediately cut off his throat.

"It's okay, right? Execution is OK. If you don't have to do it, just keep sleeping for a while."

The man took the bag and put the big bag back.

The killed spy hung his head as if he was asleep.

The fourth spy died.

The four spies in the seventh and eighth cars were quickly killed.

They died silently, and there was no movement. Some of the people in the two cars were chatting enthusiastically, some were reading books and newspapers, and some were dozing off. Anyway, no one cared about this.

...

What remains now are the most important ninth and tenth cars.

There are six spies in each of the two cars.

As long as they are controlled, the whole action will be complete.

What do you need to do?

The ninth carriage.

"It's them!"

Just as everyone was chatting leisurely, the two flight attendants suddenly came over with a bearded man, pointed at Suzuki Yanghei and Yamamoto Soba and shouted: "Train Commander, when we checked the tickets just now, we found that their tickets were wrong, as if they were fake tickets."

"Are you sure?" the train leader said impatiently with a stern face.

"I'm sure, if you don't believe it, you can let them take it out and take a look!" A flight attendant as thin as a bamboo pole shouted with sarcastic remarks.

Then, he turned around and scolded Suzuki Yangping, "Take out your ticket and ID, I want to check it out again!"

When the four spies hiding in the dark saw something moving here, they were about to stand up while talking, but were stopped by Suzuki Yangping shaking his head slightly, and the four of them sat back secretly.

"Mr. Cycling Police, you have checked my ticket just now. Why are you here again now? If there is any problem with my ticket, you should have told me just now. Why is this happening now?"

Suzuki Yanghei's Chinese is very orthodox, and his words are just plain and have no stuttering at all. No one can think of it as a spy from the island country.

"I just checked it, but there is something wrong with your ticket! I didn't say that I had to check other people's tickets. Now that I've finished checking, it's your turn!" Zhugan flight attendant said seriously and seriously.

"What a trouble!"

Suzuki Yangping took out the ticket with a little discomfort and handed it over with annoyance, "Please see clearly this time. Is my ticket real? Is there any problem?"

"Your ticket is just a problem!"

After taking it, the Zhugan flight attendant took it and looked carefully, he said directly in Suzuki Yanghei's eyes with some surprise: "Other people's tickets are normal, but your ticket is soaked in water. Who knows whether it is true or false?"

"you……"

Just as Suzuki Yanghei's angry expression was, the flight attendant did not give him a chance to speak, so he pointed at Yamamoto Soba and said.

"Your ticket is also soaked in water. I now suspect that your ticket is fake and fake, so now you two are asked to come with us and we need to investigate and investigate."

Yamamoto's face turned gloomy.

This is a critical moment. He doesn't want to cause trouble, but he doesn't mean he's just afraid of trouble.

If things happen too inexplicably, he would also doubt whether there is any change in this matter?

Why don’t you check so many people, just check here, if you say there is no ghost here, who believes it?

"Huh!"

Just when Yamamoto's eyes were flashing with a cold feeling and he wanted to order a forced action, he suddenly discovered a situation.

The dark-skinned policeman who was with Zhugan's policeman rubbed his thumb and index finger at him, and made a move to count money, and winked while doing this move.

So that's it. Yamamoto Soba suddenly realized that he was slaughtering them as fat sheep.

Is this kind of thing rare?

Not rare at all.

Yamamoto Soba, who has some understanding of the situation in China, knows that it is not only on the train, but also in other places.

Some people rely on their little power to do things that oppress the people and blackmail them.

They must have seen that they dress very carefully, and their accents are not like locals, and they are not in first-class cabins, so they think they are fat sheep and want to get the wool.

If this is the case, it would be easier.

If you can avoid causing trouble, try to keep a low profile.

After all, this place is still a long way from where they plan to do it. If they want to do it now, they will have to walk to the meeting place after they succeed.

If something happens, it will be more than worth the loss if someone from the Peking Security Bureau catches up.
Chapter completed!