Right on Target

At the bottom of the **** was an irrigation ditch, and the two men rolled into it, onto the snow that lay at the bottom. The snowflakes were splashing, and they were still fighting.

"Chi-"

The train snorted and whistled in frustration amidst the overwhelming blizzard. The Southern Line policemen in other carriages finally realized that something was wrong. They held guns as warnings, walked along the aisle of the train, and finally broke open the door of the driver's cab, and started a fight with the Northern Line undercover who had sneaked into the driver's cab.

For a while, there were intensive "bang bang bang" gunshots.

In the ditch, Xie Zhenshu relied on his body shape to support 7-006's knee socket, twisted his hands backwards, and pressed him in the snow. There was only a muffled sound, and 7-006's chest was pressed against the snow, and he was forcibly pressed down by Xie Zhenshu, splashing the broken snow on his neck.

"Hiss." 7-006 gasped slightly, not sure if it was pressed by Xie Pillow, or by Xuebing.

Xie Zhenshu asked, "What are you carrying?"

The glasses on 7-006's nose slide and fall into the snow. He tilted his head like this, the corners of his lips twitched, and asked back: "Do you care about this?"

Thank you for your attention.

The cardboard box in the bathroom said that 7-006 was carrying some dangerous item with him. This news is 80% false, but even if only 20% is true, if it is not sure, it will cause the alliance to panic.

"I'm carrying..." 7-006 told him reluctantly, "You let go first."

Xie Zhenshu didn't intend to let go, he touched his lower back with one hand, and the A20's leather holster was attached with handcuffs. Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand left, 7-006 suddenly broke free and gave him an elbow. Xie Zhenshu was beaten on the side of his face, but he didn't dodge. He pressed against 7-006's knee socket firmly to ensure that 7-006's legs could not move, and then pressed the back of 7-006's head.

"Boom!"

7-006 was pushed back into the snow chamber.

7-006: "…"

"Hey," 7-006 said in a muffled voice with his face buried in the snow, "it's useless for you to handcuff me, but I'm notoriously tough among undercover agents."

Xie Zhenshu handcuffed 7-006, and then pulled 7-006's back collar to make him look up.

This self-proclaimed bad guy, with the tip of his nose flushed from the cold, and a pair of blunt round eyes, looked very young, his appearance was very different from his arrogant tone. The melted snow dripped onto his neck, and the water beads adhered to his fair skin, turning into glistening water stains as if crushed.

The wind and snow were torn everywhere, and 7-006 was left to dry like this. In the bone-chilling cold, he couldn't help but shiver a few times, and said, "Pull me up... Let's smile and let's go back to the train first," he was so cold Teeth are chattering, and I can hardly speak, "Otherwise I will freeze to death in the snow...It's so cold!"

His thick woolen sweater is no better than Xie Zhenshu's shirt and vest, and it can't block the wind. After a few minutes of wind, his whole body is like a scarecrow stuck in the snow, his limbs are stiff, and his whole body is completely frozen.

It's a pity that Xie Zhenshu was not cold, and he asked again: "What are you carrying?"

7-006 answered casually: "Explosives, the explosives I brought. The train will blow up later, okay?"

With coldness in Xie Zhenshu's eyes, he said, "It's a lie."

This man is a liar, not a word of truth out of his mouth. If he wanted to blow up the train, he wouldn't bother to board the train, and every word he said was used to prevaricate the letter of thanks.

7-006 thought it was funny, and also thought it was fun, and said, "Then tell me, what am I carrying?"

Xie Zhenshu said: "The latest weapon of the Black Panther."

7-006 said, "Okay, I'm carrying the latest Black Panther weapon."

Xie Zhenshu was silent, his expression became colder.

7-006 said, "How was it? Did I answer well? Oh, I see, you're going to submit a detailed report to intelligence when you're done. You can write, 7-006 with—"

Xie Zhenshu couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Shut up."

7-006 was not as good as Xie Zhenshu, and said, "Then what are you asking? You don't believe me anyway. You..." He turned his eyes slightly and glanced at Xie Zhenshu, "You are a good person. Good people don't kill. .”

Xie Zhenshu said, "You should be killed."

7-006 sneezed, and the tip of his nose turned even redder. He huffed and said perfunctorily: "You are right, you are right, can you catch me back in the train quickly? Also, don't pull my collar, the sweater is deformed by you, and the wind blows in , I..." Before he finished speaking, he sneezed again, with a strong nasal voice, "I'm **** freezing to death."

Xie Zhenshu was able to kill 7-006 just now because he wanted to ensure his own safety in the siege, but the situation is different now, he has already gained the upper hand, and if he kills 7-006 again, he will lose first-hand information. It is a loss. So Xie Zhenshu changed his mind, he wanted to take 7-006 to the city for interrogation.

Xie Zhenshu moved the leg that supported 7-006's knee socket, and lifted him up from the snow.

7-006's hands were handcuffed behind his back, and he spoke like an old gatekeeper, saying, "Slow down, your legs hurt."

The gunfire in the train has stopped, but it is unknown which side won. There is only the whistling of wind at the broken window, and there is no one to respond. If they want to go back, they have to climb out of the ditch by themselves. The ditch was built quite deep, three to four meters long. It didn't look like it was built by the alliance. It should have been built by the local residents themselves.

Xie Zhenshu said to 7-006, "Go up."

7-006 said: "No hands."

Xie Zhenshu held 7-006's arm.

7-006: "?"

7-006 guessed what he wanted to do, said: "No, I don't want to—"

Suddenly there was a "chi" sound from above, and the two of them were taken aback for a moment, and there was something wrong in their eyes.

The train is about to start!

Xie Zhenshu didn't have time, so he directly carried 7-006 on his shoulders, and 7-006 "leaked", and Xie Zhenshu's shoulders pressed against his stomach, and his head fell down.

The train starts to whistle, which is the signal of imminent departure.

Xie Zhenshu climbed up the channel in threes and fives, but the train was like a long snake waking up in the heavy snow, sliding forward in the billowing smoke. Xie Zhenshu didn't give up yet, he stepped up the **** in a few steps, and saw the broken window in front of him—

"Hey!"

The whistle rang through the snow, and the window flashed by.

Almost!

The train sped away in front of the two of them, and with the hunting wind, Xie Zhenshu couldn't open his eyes. When he looked again, the train had already moved out of the chasing range and headed for the depths of the heavy snow.

-damn it.

The world is vast, and the north wind howls. For a moment, the two of them were like ants falling into the snow, looking around, helpless.

After a while.

7-006 sneezes continuously and walks extremely slowly. He stepped on it, and the snow was buried up to his calf. He sighed and asked, "Where are you going?"

Xie pillowed the book at the back and said, "Go straight."

7-006's hair and shoulders are full of snow, people just stop here for two seconds, snowflakes the size of a goose feather can hang on their eyelashes. He is familiar with the map of the Southern Alliance, and said: "It is ten kilometers away from here to the farm. The snow is so heavy, we will freeze to death halfway."

Xie Zhenshu breathed white mist and said, "There are rest stops on the road."

The social atmosphere of the Southern Alliance and the Northern Alliance is very different. Except for the urban area, they are slightly backward, and only the train line is available for passage. Take mackerel port as an example. Its surrounding towns are far away. When there is no train, residents can only travel on foot or in small carriages.

The place they are currently in is a planting field. When winter comes, the farm members responsible for planting will collectively return to the town. Therefore, there will be no pony carts passing here, and they can only rely on walking.

Not only the tip of 7-006's nose was red from the cold, but his ears were also red from the cold. He continued to walk forward, feeling that his ears were going to freeze off while he was breathing. He just said a few words, and the wind scratched his throat like a knife, making his throat uncomfortable and making it difficult to swallow saliva.

The two walked forward against the wind and snow for more than ten minutes.

The sweater on 7-006 is no longer a sweater, but an ice blanket. The wool turned into a stinging hard object, which made his neck turn red. The shoes and socks were already wet, and the trouser legs were also wet. After being wet, they were frozen hard, poking on the legs and feet, as if stepping on ice with every step.

7-006 lowered his head and said, "I'm so sorry."

Xie Zhenshu didn't answer.

7-006 said: "I should have worn long johns when I got up this morning."

Xie Zhenshu's back was so cold that he remembered for a moment the coat he had left on the train.

7-006 said: "I still have a pair of authentic border fleece pants in my suitcase, which are limited to winter and I bought them from your chain store called 'Ni Hao'. Although I wear them twice as fat, they can withstand the cold at night." Wind, it is said that it is worn when hunting bears in winter."

He is a very strange person, he doesn't worry about being in trouble, he is still chatting here.

7-006 said, "Hi."

Xie Zhenshu did not speak.

7-006 said: "Thank you for the pillow book."

Xie Zhenshu heard his name and guessed that he had read his profile through some means.

7-006 asked: "Is the Southern Front special forces fun?"

Xie Zhenshu frowned and said, "Shut up."

7-006 said: "You are so indifferent."

"Hey-"

"Thank you for the pillow book."

"You're not good at marksmanship."

"I want to ride in a carriage."

"Don't you feel suffocated if you don't talk?"

"Hey-"

7-006 slid between throats, eyes dizzy. He kept talking not because he wanted to chat with Xie Zhenshu. In fact, the wind was so strong that he couldn't hear Xie Zhenshu's answer clearly. He was relying on talking to keep himself awake.

Xie Zhenshu took two steps, and did not hear 7-006's voice again. He looked up and saw that 7-006 was planted straight into the snow, only to hear a "plop", and 7-006 fell into the snow, motionless.

Xie Zhenshu said: "Hello."

7-006 did not respond.

Xie Zhenshu squatted down, pulled 7-006 out of the snow, and patted his cheek.

7-006's eyes were closed tightly, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he looked very uncomfortable. He was short of breath, his hands and feet were frozen, but he was hot all over. Xie Zhenshu dragged him up and took off the handcuffs. After a moment of stalemate, he grabbed his knees and hugged him up.

7-006 is worth living, 7-006—

7-006 is so light.

Xie Zhenshu frowned, looking confused. It was as if a cloud of mist had melted in his arms, the mist was light and warm, pressed against his chest, arched over his heart, and seemed to depend on him for birth. Xie Zhenshu's heartbeat was powerful and not fast, but he was not used to being heard like this, so he stretched out his arms and held 7-006 a little further away.

But 7-006 just found the heat source, and wished he could stick all the Xie Pillow Books, even if he lost his mind, he could still feel the Xie Pillow Books stretching out his arms. He dazedly grasped Xie Zhenshu's tie, pinching and kneading the tie between his fingers, as if playing a rascal, not to stay away.