District 9

late at night.

Qin Yu drowsily picked up the phone on the table and pressed the answer button: "Hello?"

"Master, there's something wrong with the train."

Qin Yu sat up suddenly: "What happened?"

"It's like this..." Staff Wang from the division headquarters spoke quickly and introduced the situation to Qin Yu on the phone.

ten minutes later.

Qin Yu quickly left home with Xiao Sang and went straight to the division headquarters.

at the same time.

The Railway Department and Railway Police Station in Yanbei District 8, as well as the law enforcement units in District 7, all received the report and sent people to Chencang.

…

In recent years, the Sichuan government has garrisoned troops from the Qin faction, and the Zangyuan border has garrisoned troops from the Sha and Chen factions. Many habitual bandits and private armed forces who were active in these two places in the past have no longer done anything "evil." We have no space left, so we can only run outside, otherwise we will face encirclement and suppression by the regular army if something happens.

Therefore, in the past two years, private armed forces have suddenly bloomed everywhere near Chencangkou. Many gangs of habitual bandits from Sichuan, Zangyuan, and even the old triangle area have begun to take root here.

Why are they willing to stay in Chencangkou?

Because this is a no-nonsense zone. In recent years, Sichuan, District 8, District 9, District 7, and other military forces have often had frictions, but no one wants to fight on their own doorstep, so Chencang, It became a military buffer zone. It is neither within the radiation range of Sichuan Mansion nor under the jurisdiction of the Seventh District. It has always been chaotic, just like the previous Sankanzi, Yamatiao, and Erlonggang.

The private armed forces who robbed the train today are habitual bandits who have been suddenly active near Chencang for more than a year. The leader is He Dajiang. He used to hang out at the junction of the Lao Triangle area and Zangyuan. Later, he fled for some reasons and took many people with him. The brothers have established a territory here, occupying Xingshan in Chencang, and can do any work as long as they get money.

There are many people under He Dajiang who were deserters from the Pu clan who ran away from the Old Triangle area. This group of people are ruthless and have certain military qualities, so they are currently considered number one in Chencang.

At the foot of Xingshan Mountain, on the muddy and slippery snow road.

The bald He Dajiang was wearing a leather jacket and smoking a cigarette. He frowned and asked a leader: "Old man, you didn't plan anything in the car beforehand?! Damn it, you are the leader, and there are soldiers in the car. Don’t you even know?”

"...I made arrangements, but there were inspections at Hekou Station. They had guns on them and didn't go in." Lao Ba frowned and said, "I couldn't help it, so I did it in advance."

He Dajiang looked very ugly. After thinking for a long time, he asked: "How many soldiers died in the car?"

"I don't have a detailed count, there must be seven or eight." Lao Ba has a square face and rosacea. He is not a good person at first glance: "Brother, the car has not been washed yet, and the brothers have not received much. Xiao Han In a hurry, I tied up a few tickets and wanted to place another order."

He Dajiang: "You have no idea, how can you weigh the votes?"

"Look through the leaves and see what's tied inside and outside." Lao Ba replied softly: "There is a boy who brought a watch, which is worth thirty to fifty thousand."

He Dajiang's face softened a lot when he heard this: "I will be escorted back to the mountain to order a little bit later."

"Um."

While the two were talking, the other gangsters had already loaded all the stolen goods into the car and left in batches.

Next to the leading car, the man wearing a clean long cotton-padded jacket suddenly asked Lao Ba: "Where is your mask?"

The man who spoke was called Meng Xi, the person who advised He Dajiang. He was about thirty, tall, with fair skin. He didn't look like someone running on the ground at all.

Lao Ba was startled for a moment: "There was a soldier who tore it off for me."

Meng Xi frowned: "Teared it off in the car?"

"Yes." Lao Ba obviously understood his worries and immediately added: "It's okay. I watched the car and there was no surveillance."

Meng Xi glanced at him and asked softly: "Are there any survivors who haven't come back?"

"No, we were fighting in a group, and those who couldn't come back were all replenished." Lao Ba shook his head.

"Stop talking here, let's go!" He Dajiang greeted.

Ten minutes later, the lead convoy also left the scene.

In the car, Meng Xi looked out the window and thought for a long time, then suddenly picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?"

"I want to check the duty phone number of the Seventh District Railway Administration." Meng Xi said softly.

"Okay, wait a moment, please remember..." the customer service staff at the telephone inquiry desk read softly.

Tens of seconds later, Meng Xi dialed the duty phone number of the Seventh District Railway Administration again.

"Hi, hello."

"Hello, I am a passenger on train 1086. We were robbed. When will your police officers arrive? There are many wounded here..." Meng Xi asked with a frown.

"Sir, the Railway Police Department has sent people to the scene, and a convoy from the nearest hospital has rushed to the rescue. Please wait patiently."

"When will we arrive? People are dying here!" Meng Xi asked again.

"I really don't know this, please be patient..."

"The Sichuan Mansion is so close, haven't they come yet? Why don't you ask them to help?!" Meng Xi interrupted and asked.

The staff member was startled for a moment and responded urgently: "The nearest garrison troops from Sichuan Province also rushed over to rescue."

Meng Xi blinked, hung up the phone, took off the phone card, and threw it out the window.

"You made this call...?" He Dajiang turned around and asked.

"The dead soldiers must be from the Sichuan Mansion," Meng Xi said softly: "Otherwise they would not have sent the garrison here so quickly, and they would have worked with the people from District 7 to rescue them."

"So what about the people from Sichuan?" He Dajiang didn't care: "The brothers who are not in the car were all brought here from Lao Sanjiao and Zangyuan. They have corpses, but nothing can be found. Chen Cangkou has With so many people, how did they know that we did this?"

Meng Xi pondered for a moment, then leaned into He Dajiang's ear and said: "Lao Ba is from the local area. He showed his face in the car. There are many people there... If he is targeted, things will be very troublesome."

He Dajiang looked at him: "What do you mean?"

"Do it to him." Meng Xi said simply and decisively.

"Isn't that true?" He Dajiang frowned and replied: "If nothing happens, just kill your own brother. This...can't do it!"

"Brother, Sichuan Mansion is no better than the Seventh District. Qin Heizi started his career on the ground. His soldiers died. That is not a trivial matter." Meng Xi persuaded in a low voice: "Listen to me and do what he says."

He Dajiang hesitated.

"He is the leader. Only by killing him can this matter be suppressed." Meng Xi advised again.

"Let's go back first and then talk." He Dajiang paused and replied.

…

In Sichuan, four helicopters took off and headed straight to the Sichuan border.