On the soft sleeper private room corridor of the K3 International Train, Song Lin just walked out with a revolver stuffed in six bullets. A few meters away, Zhao Xueyan raised his hand and stabbed Hong. He used two knives to cut off a bandit's wrist holding a steel pipe with one knife.

The other knife stabbed the second bandit's thigh, and the moment it pulled it out, blood was like a fountain.

With the thunderous cry of Eastern European robbers, more robbers walked out of the private rooms on both sides of Zhao Xueyan. Some were cursing and rushing towards them, while others raised their wrists and wanted to shoot.

"Let's go down!"

Mr. Zhao shouted at Song Lin. The girl could instinctively lay down. The moment she leaned forward, a sword light was only wiping through a few centimeters above her head, and speeding and slashing the wrist of a man holding a gun dozen meters away.

After dozens of breaths, when Song Lin stood up in a daze, she saw that all the Eastern European bandits had fallen into pieces.

Zhao Xueyan's two machetes turned into two Makarovs. He also grabbed the gun and walked over, smiling, "You'd better go back to the private room. This place is not too far from Kirov Station. Police will come soon."

Officer Song grabbed the revolver and looked around, either he was a dead robber or he was still lying in the corridor wailing seriously injured, "Thank you, who are you?"

Zhao Xueyan was stunned, "Who am I important?"

Song Lin nodded, "Of course it's important, you saved me twice!"

Last time she faced five Eastern European strong men alone with bare hands. If Mr. Zhao hadn't interfered with each other, the outcome could be imagined. This time, when the robbers wanted to do bad things to her, the other party stood up again.

To put it shamefully, she is a policeman, who should be the kind of person who protects people's property and safety, not the person who is protected. However, one is in Moscow without law enforcement and gun entitlement. The second time she encountered an ambush on the train here.

She is not just a bit complicated and simple now.

As for Zhao Xueyan's third appearance, it was very different from the last time... Don't make a fuss, she didn't see what Mr. Zhao looked like, and the outline was hidden in the dark last time.

Under her nervous gaze, Mr. Zhao suddenly looked out the window behind her in surprise, "There is a brown bear who wants to take the train!!"

Song Lin turned around suddenly and saw the empty outside the corridor and window. When a strange premonition arose in her heart, she turned black and her head hurt and she was dizzy.

After a moment.

Mr. Zhao held Song Lin on his shoulders and walked into the original box. Seeing Zhou Bingkun and Xiao Wang who were trembling, he immediately threw Song Lin onto the upper right bunk and said, "Although it is self-defense, I still have a lot of people killed. Lao Zhou, I put Xiao Song on the bed. Take care of him first, don't let others get cheap."

When it comes to getting a bargain, he even looked at Xiao Wang specifically.

The little king of Shanghai smiled bitterly, "Brother, don't scare me, how dare I?"

Zhao Xueyan put away two Makarovs, took the revolver from Song Lin, and walked out with his suitcase.

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More than two days later.

The K3 train entered China. When the police got off the bus by the outside grassland on the train and many Chinese police cars got on the train one after another, a gentle and elegant man in his fifties took a few young men to the private room where Song Lin and Zhou Bingkun were.

As soon as she saw the old man, Song Lin immediately stood up and saluted, "Duan Director!"

Director Duan waved his hand and first asked Song Lin if he was fine. After the initial care and politeness, he frowned and said, "Did you meet a robber in front of Kirov Station? The passenger in the same private room as you killed dozens of robbers and disappeared?"

Song Lin nodded awkwardly.

Director Duan had already received a telegram before coming, but at this moment he confirmed, "Did he knock you out and disappear?"

Song Lin was embarrassed and a little embarrassed, but she still explained, "I think he should be a good person, after all, he is self-defense..."

Director Duan waved his hand, "I won't talk about this for now. Can you make a puzzle now?"

Song Lin nodded immediately, "Yes!"

When the train arrived at Kirov Station, the local Maoxiong police had asked her to make puzzles, but Song Lin was playing the puzzles randomly. Before that, she had already instructed Zhou Bingkun and Xiao Wang to try to make fakes when the police there asked them to help make puzzles.

Not to mention how many times Zhao Xueyan saved her, the other party said that they knew that the last K3 train robbery actually contained top confidential information about the Gulf War. This can prove that it is a very high probability that it is a friend or not an enemy.

Fortunately, Song Lin was still a policeman and helped Zhou Bingkun endorse the letter. In addition, there were big guys like Director Duan contacting each other on the phone and making various efforts. Otherwise, she and Zhou Bingkun and Xiao Wang might not be able to easily come back from Kirov Station.

after a while.

When Song Lin’s puzzle showed Zhao Xueyan’s appearance for the third time, Director Duan grabbed the puzzle and looked left and right, and then said curiously, “Xiao Song, if you let you see him again, can you recognize him? You have been knocked out by him three times.”

"Although it's probably for your own good."

Song Lin was embarrassed and wanted to use her toes to cut out four bedrooms and two living rooms on the floor through the soles of the flat shoes. "Yes, I have this confidence!"

Duan looked up and down at Song Lin a few more times before grabbing the book and reading it, mainly looking at the cover, "How to cultivate high-quality traitors and lackeys", then "The Art of Explosion", "Indian dishes and freedom and epic", "How to become an Anglo-Saxon with a black skin and white heart", etc.

After looking at it, Director Duan was a little amused and crying, "Where did these messy books come from? Is this still printed?"

This is too weird!

It was not until then that Song Lin was excited and explained, "Duan Director, I have something to say, you can see this book that cultivates traitors and lackeys. At the bottom of the last page, there is the words "Specially recommended by the Great Commander's Art and Humanities Committee."

Director Duan widened his eyes. Is there such a thing?

What does this mean?

Song Lin continued to explain, "This is a large department that combines Amei's family's Chinese characters, the Propaganda Department, the Ministry of Culture, Radio, Film and Television, etc., the Secretary of State, the majority of the Ministry of Education, Finance, etc., and they are all members of the committee."

Director Duan was shocked again. This kind of book with a strange name actually had such a big origin? He was just a bureau of the Beijing Railway Police System.

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When the Beijing Railway Police were still shocked by the pile of books left by Mr. Zhao, Zhao Xueyan had already arrived in the capital.

Although most of his activity trajectory in this plane is Nandu, he made some money to go north this time, and Beijing is also a transit station. After Mr. Zhao came back, he planned to buy a place to settle here.

A set of courtyard houses needs to be renovated and renovated. After all, most courtyard houses in this era were still public bathrooms, dry toilets, and water and electricity also needed to be rebuilt wires and pipes.

In the summer of 1993, the second ring road community house was only 2,000 yuan per square meter, so Zhao Xueyan spent more than 300,000 yuan to buy a four-bedroom apartment of more than 160 square meters. There was no need to do it in a big way, just leave a place to stay.

When Zhao Xueyan directed the porters of home appliances and furniture into the community with his own appearance, he looked at the end of the small tricycle team, a middle-aged man with his right forearm was struggling to pedal the tricycle with difficulty, and then he spoke, "Stop."

The team in front stopped together, and Mr. Zhao waved his hand and said, "You guys continue, I will live in Building 8."

Waving away the three-wheelers in front of him, Zhao Xueyan once again turned his gaze on the one-armed man. The other party immediately got out of the car and escaped a slightly wrinkled cigarette box, "Boss, don't behold, I only have one hand, it's okay to work."

While saying that, he poured cigarettes with one hand.

Zhao Xueyan waved his hand, "Thank you, I won't smoke."

After looking at the other party a few more glances, he curiously said, "Work injury or accident? Is there no work injury subsidy?"

The one-armed man in front of him looks familiar, and he looks about forty years old. His face is not very handsome but also very pleasing to the eye.

The one-armed man smiled and said, "Yes, the subsidies and compensation are quite good, but I am still young and can't just eat at home and wait for death, so I'll find a job."

Mr. Zhao then patted the other party on the shoulder and said, "Okay, go."

He has a lot of furniture and appliances, a large house of more than 160 square meters, sofas, tables and chairs, beds, beds, refrigerators, color TVs, etc. He hired a transport team, but he did not expect that there would be disabled people to do things.

"Ding, if you sign in Liu Feng successfully, you will be rewarded with 100 yuan, and the host can receive it at any time."

After the system prompted the sound, the one-armed man Liu Feng thanked him all over, and then rode a tricycle and continued to set off. After he rode out more than ten meters, Mr. Zhao said curiously, "Brother, have you ever been a soldier?"

Liu Feng turned around in surprise, nodded, and without saying much, he continued to pedal the tricycle with a smile.

This is enough. Zhao Xueyan instantly remembered the story of Youth. In the 1970s, when he was a literary soldier, he always worked for the goal of living thunder and Feng, but he fell in love with a tea art master Lin Dingding. Once, he hugged Xiaolin and was attacked. He was sent to the front line of the company to fight, becoming the combat hero Liu Feng.

The most speechless thing about the whole story is that Liu Feng and others had already retired in 1991. His comrade Xiao Suizi became a writer and went to Haikou to sign a sales conference. Another comrade Hao Shuwen also went.

Hao Shuwen accidentally witnessed Liu Feng's tricycle being confiscated by the Joint Defense Office and fined 1,000 yuan... Liu Feng had to follow the regulations, and he would not show it there, and he would push and beat and scold him.

Hao Shuwen was so excited that she cursed in a crying voice, saying, "You are old man, you are fighting a disabled soldier, a combat hero!"

At that time, Liu Feng lost his right forearm and earned 300 yuan in a month. He was taken away for three rounds and fined 1,000 yuan. The key is that there was no penalty as explicitly stipulated by relevant rules and regulations.

This civilian combat hero is indeed a bit too down and he lives like a weed.

Liu Feng, who was still riding a tricycle in Haikou in 1991, is he now going to Beijing?

It was not important where he worked. After thinking about it, Mr. Zhao grabbed his elder brother and started dialing. He ordered a table of takeout at a nearby restaurant. After talking about the location, he went to his new home.

More than an hour later.

Seeing a lot of stuffed items in the large room of more than 160 square meters, and tables, chairs, bookcases, tea tables, etc. in the study, he clapped his hands and said to the busy crowd, "Thank you all, I ordered orders of takeout at noon, and I'll treat you to this house for a meal."

A group of workers were a little confused. Soon someone came forward to thank him and said politely, saying no, but the meal that Mr. Zhao ordered was almost here. After a few polite things, everyone still thanked him in words and then became more energetic in their work.

After watching Liu Feng and the two young men work together to carry a set of chairs to the ground and put them in place, Zhao Xueyan walked over and handed out a few cigarettes and sent them, "Old Liu, it's not long since your right arm and elbow?"

Liu Feng glanced at Zhao Xueyan strangely and smiled shyly, "It's been more than ten years, but I'm used to it."

Zhao Xueyan nodded, "Have you ever thought about installing new limbs through surgery?"

Liu Feng said in surprise, "Do I have prosthetic limbs?"

While saying that, he also took off the gloves from his right arm and removed a piece of prosthetic limb mounted on his right elbow.

Of course, this is a pure prosthetic, and it has no practical effect. If you want to be like the bomb disposal expert 2 story, the male protagonist Pan Chengfeng has no leg, and you can run and jump after installing a prosthetic exercise. It can run faster than many sub-healthy ordinary people...

Today's technological means are definitely not possible.

Liu Feng's prosthesis was put on his elbow, looking like a normal person with arms and hands, but in fact, he couldn't even carry things.

In the normal technological development trajectory, it will take around the 21st 20s to wear the latest prosthetic elbows and palms on the arm amputation to perform actions such as writing, holding a water cup or even putting on makeup.

Zhao Xueyan smiled and said, "No, I mean, if someone who died of car accidents and illnesses has also signed an organ transplant donation contract, you can cut off your right forearm and right hand and install it on you."

"Using current surgical techniques, it is common to transplant the cornea, kidney, and heart, and there is also a chance of success when transplanting the arm."

Liu Feng was shocked and said incrediblely, "Really?"

Zhao Xueyan nodded. This is true. In the normal technological development trajectory, more than in the 21st 20s, prosthetic limbs can help people write and make-up movements. In 1998, a New Zealand patient successfully transplanted his hands from other humans. However, the one who could not bear the postoperative rejection reaction and high costs, took the initiative to ask the doctor to cut off his hands more than two years after the operation.
To be continued...