It took Gu Tie a full three minutes before he could barely open his tearful eyes and saw that the small escape hatch of the carriage was filled with the clear autumn sky of Eastern Europe.
The ceiling of the carriage was only two meters high. If it were a little higher, it would be difficult for Gu Tie to climb up with his current physical strength. He jumped up with all his strength, put his elbows outside, moved inch by inch, and finally dragged his weak lower body out of the carriage.
"Huh..." Gu Tie plopped down and lay on his back on the roof of the car, looking at the woods, birds, and clouds in the sky, and exhaled a long breath. He knew that he was still in extreme danger, and the insidious Japanese could be there at any time.
It may happen, but every muscle in the body is constantly tingling like it is filled with small electrodes. Taking a break is a seemingly crazy but actually reasonable choice.
Dense forests flew past both sides of the train. The air was very fresh. You could see light white smoke coming out of the locomotive in the distance. It was the water vapor emitted by the hydrogen fuel cell of the hydrogen locomotive during operation. Gu Tie turned his face sideways,
I tried to find a geographical location sign on the roadside. A minute later, a green sign flashed past: Bialystok: 22km.
"Bialystok..." Gu Tie translated the place name into Chinese transliteration, tasted it, and felt that he had a little impression, "Bialystok... Minsk... that's right!"
When he was young, Gu Tie was very interested in the history of World War II and had read a lot of relevant information. The name of this Polish city that had been unknown for many years suddenly came to mind. In June 1941, Germany launched Operation Barbarossa to invade the Soviet Union, and Białystok was
The K-Minsk battle was one of the large-scale encirclement stations. The German army commanded by Field Marshal Fedor von Bock defeated the Soviet Western Front commanded by General Dmitry Pavlov and eliminated them within 7 days.
With a strength of 420,000 Soviet troops, the German army was able to march straight into Moscow along the Bialystok-Minsk-Smolensk axis.
Gu Tie's guess was correct. The train was entering Poland from Belarus, heading west towards the dividing line between Eastern and Western Europe.
"You bastard, you little Japanese! Where on earth are you going to get me..." Gu Tie muttered through gritted teeth. After lying down for a while, his muscle soreness subsided slightly, he slowly sat up and looked at the place back and forth.
train.
His canister prison car is located in the middle of the train. The entire train is composed of 40 Dalian Factory P70-B vans. The front of the train is a new type of hydrogen fuel cell unit. The model cannot be identified. Judging from the style, it is also made in China.
There were no guards, no surveillance cameras, and no escort cars. Except for his car with special materials, the other cars looked normal at all.
"What kind of plane?" Gu Tie felt that this perfunctory escort method was a bit unacceptable. If a dozen big men holding submachine guns appeared and rushed over fiercely, then the whole thing would be more logical; the more
The calmness makes it look more like a conspiracy.
After sitting on the roof of the car for a while, the wind blowing against his face made Gu Tie dizzy. "No matter what, let's find a safe place to rest first." He made up his mind, got down on all fours, and crawled towards the rear of the car.
Descend along the iron ladder to the carriage connection.
The train swayed regularly, and the rails were like two silver snakes passing under the feet. This track may have been laid earlier, without the use of ultra-long seamless rail technology, and it was still an international standard short track.
When Gu Tie was thinking about how to jump out of the car to reduce secondary injuries, Gu Tie glanced and saw a sliding door for people to enter and exit on the opposite carriage. There is only one possibility for such a structure on the freight carriage: get off.
One carriage was modified to transport passengers.
"Let's see what's wrong." Gu Tie curled his lips and walked carefully across the steel platform. There was a number next to the sliding door: 14. He looked back and saw that the car he escaped from was No. 13. "
Bah, bah, this number... has no taboos, good luck and good fortune." Gu Tie said unhappily.
The iron door was fastened with a large lock and the dust evenly distributed on the door cracks and handles showed that the last time someone came in and out was at least two or three days ago.
Gu Tie knelt down and grabbed the big lock. He took a few glances into the lock cylinder under the sunlight and couldn't help but smile. Even though the lock looked silly, big, black and thick, it looked like a Soviet big brother with a solid seed coat, but when he looked at the lock
My eyes were filled with timidity. This is the simplest three-tooth one-word lock. It was eliminated in China more than ten years ago due to the poor public security environment. Unexpectedly, it is still shining in important positions abroad.
Any Chinese locksmith can pick this kind of basic padlock with a piece of celery. Although Gu Tie only learned a little bit out of interest, he is still more than enough to open it.
He fumbled around, removed two thin wires from the wire mesh under the railing, bent them at two angles, and inserted them into the keyhole. Soon he figured out the temper of the three marbles and pressed them with the first wire.
Then he stretched the second wire in and flicked it, and the marbles clicked softly and fell into place. Gu Tie pulled the two wires counterclockwise and made a click, and the padlock popped open.
"No challenge." Gu Tie threw away the big lock, opened the hasp, and grabbed the door handle with a little force. The sliding door made a squeaking sound due to poor lubrication, and opened a small crack. Gu Tie hid in the door and looked at it with one eye.
Take a look at the situation inside. This look shocked me.
"Damn, isn't this the Red House in Xiamen?" He said a buzzword.
An important tourist attraction that was involved in a major smuggling case in China half a century ago. After changing hands many times, the small building of Yuanhua Group has been transformed beyond recognition. Based on historical data, the extremely boring reminiscences on the Quantum Network established the "Xiamen Red Mansion"
"The discussion group fully reproduces the extravagant and lustful scenes in the Red Mansions. Gu Tie has never forgotten the steam bath room with both wet and dry facilities.
Unexpectedly, today in a plain-looking truck, I saw a room that was even more luxurious.
There were no lights in the carriage, and a ray of sunlight came in from the crack in the door to illuminate the small half space. The entire floor as far as Gu Tie could see was covered with pure handmade wool carpets produced in Konya, Turkey, and the hand-woven Ottoman palace patterns were like works of art.
Exquisite, although the height of the ceiling is very low, it creates a high visual experience through Byzantine roofs and columns. The walls are covered with exquisite teak wainscoting, which is like the work of Austrian painter Gustav Klimt.
A portrait painting hangs on the wall, showing the melancholy profile of a girl in white.
"Damn! This is the stronghold of Little Japan!" Seeing this painting, Gu Tie suddenly realized.
Each IPU organization has its own secret financial source. The "One Hundred Million Jade Broken" style is relatively high-profile. They often make rebellious remarks in the international media, claiming responsibility for certain terrorist acts, and calling on more knowledgeable people to rise up against quantum computers.
The enslavement of mankind.
Hasegawa Bensaka himself published a brief statement on Al Jazeera at the beginning of this year, claiming that an unknown supporter donated hundreds of millions of dollars in cash to their organization, as well as a large number of precious artworks of unknown origin. In this statement
Among the long list of works of art, Klimt's paintings are one of the shining ones. According to expert estimates, this classic work called "Miss Fritsch", created in the early 20th century, is worth between 80 million and 80 million.
Between US$120 million.
Gu Tie opened the door, confirmed that there was no danger inside, and walked into the carriage. A soft white light automatically glowed on the ceiling, illuminating this luxurious and comfortable space. The carriage was neatly arranged with sofas, chairs, and steam rooms.
There is a video room, a small swimming pool and several independent bedrooms. Ottoman Turkish-style beads and pink curtains separate different areas. The air-conditioning device is activated somewhere, blowing a fragrant breeze.
"They really enjoy themselves, these little Japanese! I thought they should have a whole room full of tatami mats, and sleep with quilts all over the floor at night!" Gu Tie fell down on the Kashmir lamb suede deck chair, which was so comfortable.
He had to get excited. He picked out a bottle of Scotch whiskey from the small wine cabinet next to him, opened the bottle cap, drank a few sips directly into his mouth, exhaled a long breath, thinking about the comfortable life of his enemy, and then looked at
I couldn't help but curse at my miserable appearance.
First using alcohol to relieve his nerves, Gu Tie put down the bottle knowingly, poured himself a glass of mineral water, and sipped slowly. His body on the verge of dehydration greedily absorbed water, and Gu Tie felt like a big dry sponge.
Sip the precious liquid drop by drop, and every cell will let out a satisfied sigh.
My body relaxed, but my mind became active. The more I thought about it, the more weird the whole thing seemed.
Gu Tie put down his cup and smacked his lips: "It seems that what I thought was right, it was Hasegawa, the kid, who did it alone, not the whole operation of '100 million jade pieces'. If the Japanese devils didn't lie, then the 100 million jade pieces were the big one."
The troops are still on standby at the base camp in North Africa. This guy is so elusive that GTC has tried its best to find him. I didn’t expect it to be so simple, just taking a train and wandering around... It should be right, these carriages belong to him.
Mobile base, but there is only one madman, there is no time to install monitoring equipment, and there is no way to send someone to guard it. So where is he now? "
Thinking of this, Gu Tie stood up and looked around, muttering: "Okay, now I am Little Japan. This is my home. I am the leader. I am the manager. My position should be...here!"
"
Gu Tie took a few steps forward and climbed up a step. Next to the steam bath room, there was a simple hardwood high-backed chair and a plain writing desk. From here, he could have an unobstructed view of the entire room.