"Bastard! Everyone has bought tickets! Why can they occupy two seats? The tattooed one threatens me!" the fat man screamed.

The yelling at the fat man in the carriage reminded him of a moment of echoing. The priest, the boy, and the middle-aged man stood up from his seat, and there were seven or eight people following them, all looking at Fang Bingsheng and the others, as if they were to seek justice for the fat man.

Shan Ji hugged her arms and sneered. Fang Bingsheng was still looking at the newspaper and pushed everything to the conductor.

The conductor shook his head and secretly wanted to tell the passengers about the identity of the pheasant.

And the true nature of the rogue gangster came out again. He stepped on the seat and pointed at the fat man with one hand, shouting: "I like to sit in two seats. Have you bought a ticket? Take it out and show me? I bought a whole car ticket! Do you believe it?"

"You buy a car ticket? Where are your tickets?" The fat man was so angry that he trembled all over, pointing at the pheasant's nose and shouting.

Seeing that the two of them were about to start fucking, Fang Bingsheng turned his head and rolled up the newspaper, supported the window frame with the tip of his elbow, stretched out his arm to let the wind blow the newspaper roll at will, knocking on the window glass on it, and supporting his other hand on his chin to watch the scenery. He didn't want to care about these messy things.

At this moment, Fang Bingsheng felt the newspaper sinking, as if something suddenly sucked the newspaper. He heard a "clang" in his ear. He raised his head and saw a big hole in the double-layer glass of the sliding window, like a crack on the ice in the north in spring. The cracks radiated out of the glass with the cracks as the center, and were shaken by the turbulence of the driving train, as if they were alive. While watching, they winded into the window frame.

With a "bang", a large piece of broken glass fell down and hit Fang Bingsheng's arm, bounced open, and smashed it on the small table in front of him.

"Gunning!" Fang Bingsheng didn't care about his arm, but stared at the broken hole, stunned for three seconds, and then shouted in unison with the pheasant opposite him.

With a swish, Fang Bingsheng, who had been very steady, walked out and went down to the seat, leaving only half of his head stretched out at the window. The myopia mirror gave him vision. From a distance, he saw a gun smoke spreading up a hundred meters from the railway track, which was particularly conspicuous and dazzling in the cloudless sunny day!

"Has the hell! You dare to shoot the train!" Fang Bingsheng yelled, pulled out a revolver from his back hand, quickly stretched out the muzzle from the window, pointed at the stagnant yellow figure under the gun, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Touch our Song You Tie-Director?" Fang Bingsheng shot two times, and saw the yellowish figure turning around and running back.

On the other side, Shan Ji pulled out a rifle from her luggage under her seat. Because the train was galloping, the gunman arrived at the locations of Fang Bingsheng and his two people. He had to shoot backwards in the direction of the train. Shan Ji was about to squeeze into Fang Bingsheng's seat and shoot.

Fang Bingsheng held the gun in one hand and did not pull it back from the window. He pointed at the rear of the car with the other hand and shouted: "Go over there and fight!"

While saying that, there were two more shots.

Shan Ji roared, and there was no time to put on her shoes. She rushed out of the seat barefoot and ran to the back. The four people standing among the passengers lying all over the floor all held long and short guns in their hands. Shan Ji held the gun in one hand, pointed the muzzle at the roof of the car, and pulled his fingers into the trigger ring and ran towards the rear of the car, shouting: "Shoot! Shoot! Kill him! Kill that dog god!"

Suddenly, the passengers who were lying or kneeling were only heard by gunfire in their ears.

The fat man at the entrance of the carriage had long been lying on the ground, and it took him a long time to raise his head. However, his belly was too big, making his front half slant on the ground, and the black and gray rubbed from the center of his eyebrows to the tip of his nose. I saw the hooligan who had just argued with him was leading a few people to shoot out wildly. In addition to the coal smoke, the carriage was now filled with a terrible smell of gunpowder. He turned his head and asked the conductor who was also trembling: "Who are these? Sheriff?"

"The safety team...the company is protecting the road..." The conductor answered the guest with a tilted hat and panting, looking at the elephant's legs crossing his chest. Just now, the guest turned around and asked, and the leg immediately weighed a thousand pounds, which made him breathless. He wanted to push it away, but he thought that he was pressed against a meat shield with at least a bullet blocking, so he didn't say anything again.

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Half an hour later, Longchuan City appeared in front of frightened passengers. In order to get the train line to enter the city, a piece of the city wall was stripped off. It looked like an old Longchuan City built by the Qing Dynasty was smashed with a front teeth. The train rumbled through this air leakage place, leaving behind a rolling black smoke.

Standing at the Longchuan Railway Station, which he supervised three years ago, Fang Bingsheng was not in a hurry to leave the station. He took off his glasses and wiped it. Although he often came here, as the first work he completed to join the telegraph industry and the city that resisted the railway company this year, this year left an indelible impression on Fang Bingsheng, so that every time he came to this city, even if he passed by, he wanted to take a look.

Now looking at the trucks and buses ready to go in the train station, it is like seeing a monument that I have forged.

"Brother Sheng, the railway here has been repaired for three years, and there are such a crazy guys!" Shan Ji pushed the webmaster who was anxious to welcome the company's big shots, while chatting at Fang Bingsheng: "It seems that there are too many troublemakers. I haven't done enough of them three years ago!"

The train carrying Fang Bingsheng drove away, like an unstoppable arrow, piercing Longchuan City with an arrow. After the train left, an empty wall appeared in front of Fang Bingsheng. He couldn't wait to swing the pieces of coal ash smoke in the sky and looked closely. Sure enough, the words he wrote three years ago were still printed on them without falling.

"Leave a grave without a head! Leave a head without a head!"

"Whoever stops the iron river car will destroy his family!"

"Destroying the Iron River is the remnants of the Qing Dynasty! Kill it for nothing!"

"Iron carts can kill people! Don't stand between the rails!"

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Looking at the slogans written by myself in a large brush dipped in red dye three years ago, and were like a dragon shaking teeth and claws on the wall, Fang Bingsheng exhaled gently but heavily, "I wrote the regular characters so good!"
Chapter completed!