After a period of dizziness, John stood up from the floor. The train suddenly shook violently. John almost stumbled, and an empty food can rolled to his feet.
"It's you……"
John slowly raised his head, and the figure of Ochi Callahan suddenly appeared in front of him, but in front of him was a middle-aged man wearing glasses who kept wailing. It seemed that he was strangling the man's throat with his strong arms.
"Haha, old friend, we'd better not talk to each other here. I only want this person in my hand. You can take all the jewelry and leave this train, and then I will pretend that you have never been here." Ou Qi said with a fierce look on his face. The panic on the middle-aged man's face was in sharp contrast.
"You are alone. This deal is not a good deal for me. Give me this person and you still have a chance to live." John stared at the dagger Ouqi put on the man's neck.
"What? You also want this gentleman. Although I don't know his name, I know that he has nothing to do with people like you, right? Dear sir." Ouqi said in the man's ear.
The man's face was red and swollen when he was slapped by Ouqi's arm, and he was having trouble breathing. "I'm Burke Lang... If you kill me, you won't be able to live well in your life... Let me go... I can forget... what happened today... …everything."
"Hmph, you want me to let go. Why didn't you let go when your bloody hands strangled my sister's neck? Let me tell you, Ochi Callahan will not let go of any murderer of his relatives. "
John's heart was touched: "It seems you are out for revenge."
"Now that you know, he has no reason to live anymore."
"I understand you...leave people to us and I will return them to you."
"I'm going to end this scumbag's life right here. He doesn't deserve to live another moment." After saying that, Ochi stabbed Burkey in the neck.
Just when the tip of the dagger was about to penetrate Burke's delicate skin, a gunshot rang out. Ochi's hand holding the dagger opened convulsively. He held his chest and staggered for a few steps, and then stepped out of the broken window eaves. Falling out of the high-speed train, Berke suddenly broke free and fell forward. John stepped forward to help him.
"Sir...I killed someone!"
Beebo shakily walked out from behind the cabinet, the gun still smoking in his hand.
"But you saved an innocent man!"
Burkey raised his head in John's arms, turned to look at Bibo, and then turned back.
"And you, sir, if you hadn't arrived in time, that guy would have killed me... It seems that you know the bastard who kidnapped me. Can I ask your name?"
"You'd better not know." John said coldly.
Miller's voice sounded outside the door: "John, I heard gunshots. What happened inside?"
"Miller, go stop the train. We have to question this innocent gentleman." John turned around and shouted through the door panel.
When John turned around, Berkey pulled off the mask from his face. Everything happened so suddenly.
Burkey stared at John's profile and changed his tone.
"You look very much like a wanted criminal - John Coster. Maybe I should be more straightforward. There won't be another face with such distinctive features in the world. If there is, it will only be on the wanted poster."
Screwed, John thought, he put his right hand on the holster of his gun. Beebo winked at him to show him not to act impulsively, and John nodded knowingly.
"Now that you know my identity, you don't have to worry about being attacked again... Take a rest, Mr. Long, and we will send you to a safe place."
"No."
Burkey enunciated the word clearly.
"There is no safe place in this world... I went to Saint-Denis this time to attend a banquet, and the politicians attending the meeting hoped that I would be kidnapped halfway and fall into the hands of some people with ulterior motives, so that they could ignore the matter. I was laughing at how motivated my opponent was."
John breathed a sigh of relief. He vaguely guessed something from Burke's words, "It seems that the relationship within your company is not as harmonious as imagined... Can I ask your opponent - who is the other competitor? ?”
Burkey said a name without thinking, a name that John wanted to hear but didn't want to hear.
"Owen Smith."
"He could have naturally become the chief executive of the Texas Detective Agency, but he gave up his high position and came east to compete with me for the chief executive of Lemoyne State. No one expected his decision, but no one dared not to do so. To be honest, I look so insignificant compared to him, but I don’t want to give in just because the big shot’s whim will ruin my future.”
"But if you disappeared, wouldn't Owen Smith be the only candidate?"
"According to regulations, the election meeting is temporarily cancelled. This is a rule that even Owen can't shake. My disappearance will cause a storm of public opinion in Saint Denis, and if I spread some false news, the public will then suspect that Owen Smith is responsible. By killing his hands and feet, it can at least suppress his arrogance and allow him to temporarily devote his energy to dealing with public opinion, which is enough for me."
"I don't think it's worth trading your disappearance for the public's suspicion of Irving. If you plan to return to civilized society in the future, there is no room for explanation..."
The friction of the brake pads drowned out John's voice. It seemed that Miller had stopped the train. After a while, the wilderness at noon became quiet without any noise.
Burkey suddenly grabbed John's forearm, "You are the biggest chess piece at this time. Are you willing to kill him for me?"
John took half a step back when he heard this. He really didn't expect that the Burkey he had just met before him would say this.
"Without me, you would have to embark on a road of revenge. Cooperate with me, John Coster. My appearance can make it easier for you to achieve your goal."
John looked at Burkey Long in front of him with some surprise. It turned out that he was not ignorant, "It seems that you know something about me."
"The conflict between you and Owen Smith is no longer a secret. You are trying every possible means to get close to him, and Owen is also looking for every opportunity to kill you."
John looked out the window and fell into deep thought. Since Burkey Lang took the initiative to extend an olive branch, peaceful cooperation was the best option. Burkey was on his side because he was opposed to Owen, and he also had the resources John wanted, so it was better to go with the flow and recruit him as a member of the gang.
"Then...Mr. Lang, just follow my gang, and I'll take it as if we have reached a consensus."
