The long-distance bus was bumping along the road unwillingly, seeming to be nagging and complaining that it was still serving the party and state at such an old age, and that pensions and other benefits had not yet been received.
The excitement of the people in the carriage when they first got on the bus slowly dissipated, and the small universe that suddenly burst out also gradually extinguished. It happened to be that people were bumping into each other, and there was no need to find a place to lean on. Many passengers fell unconscious due to the shaking of the bus. Fell asleep.
The driver seemed to have a bad temper and cursed from time to time. He was not a particular person and his language was naturally vulgar. His main intention was to have some intimate relations with the female relatives of the bus family...
Although Zhu Deming, whose name is Huijue, felt a little uneasy, he felt more of a sense of relief, like a wanderer who has been away from home for many years and feels like he is on his way home.
I have been lurking in Qixia Temple for many years. I can't remember the appearance of my children at home, and I have forgotten that I still have a home far away. But it is finally over. Everything is like autumn, it has finally arrived...
When I was feeling sad, I suddenly felt the bus struggling and roaring several times, then it lay on the ground motionless.
When the car stopped, the car started to become noisy, and the passengers asked the driver about it.
"Damn broken car..." The driver cursed and got out of the car, lifted the hood of the front of the car, and began to fiddle with tools.
After a while, the driver stretched out his black face that looked like a ghost and shouted at the car: "Everyone, get down and push the cart. Those who can't push should walk first..."
Like all the passengers, Zhu Deming also got off the car and pushed the cart at the back of the car with several middle-aged male passengers.
"One, two, three, push..."
Everyone shouted and slowly pushed the dilapidated and heavy bus and slowly began to accelerate. The driver was directing everyone from the driver's seat.
The bus was getting faster and faster, and suddenly everyone felt that they were stagnant in front of them. A huge force suddenly slowed down the bus. The bus made a "chirp" sound, sneezed and started again.
The exhausted people sprinted and squeezed into the bus again. This time, they were more disciplined than when they got on the bus at the station. It seemed that everyone had a tacit understanding and took their seats according to the positions they occupied before. Naturally, the people on the roof were still hanging high. …
After going back and forth three times with stops and starts, the car finally arrived at a town - Xianxing Town.
So far, Zhu Deming has not found any danger. However, it is not far from Jingkou. The straight-line distance does not exceed one hundred miles, and Xianxing Town is only just one-third of the way there. It is difficult to get to Jingkou in this way. when.
Looking at the chaotic crowd, Zhu Deming felt a little anxious for no reason. It was just the instinct of an agent.
There was a small teahouse on the roadside. Everyone went over to buy a big bowl of tea to drink. Zhu Deming also went over to buy a bowl. Suddenly, the originally deserted small shop became lively and busy again...
"If you are going to Jingkou, get on the bus quickly!" the long-distance bus driver shouted again at the top of his lungs after finishing a cigarette.
When everyone who got off the bus to solve various problems heard this voice, they all quickly ended their affairs and rushed to the long-distance bus like a swarm of swarms.
After a period of commotion, the bus set off again.
However, there was no problem with the car along the way. Two hours later, it successfully arrived at a station outside Jingkou City.
It is said to be a station, but in fact the situation is similar to that of Qixiashan Station, that is, a station building, some wooden railings, and two parked cars that are worse than the car Lao Chen drove.
When the coolies at the station saw the car stop, they gathered around and opened the door to start unloading the private goods in the cab.
"Here we are, here we are, our car is not going into the city..." the driver yelled.
The passengers in the car got out of the car one after another, and for a while there was a burst of excitement in the car.
The coolies jumped on the carriage and started unloading the goods, blocking the only door to get off the passengers.
Zhu Deming, who was carrying a rattan box in the back seat, saw several strong men blocking him and suddenly felt that the situation was not good.
Seeing a young man walking across the front seat and walking toward him, Zhu Deming didn't hesitate at all. He threw the rattan box at the young man like a loach through an open window in the back seat. Jumped out.
A strange change occurred suddenly, and everyone was caught off guard and stunned.
"Throw away the box!" Suddenly a voice shouted, but it was the long-distance bus driver.
Before he finished speaking, a dark shadow flashed past. The young man quickly threw away the rattan box. A group of people also reacted and hurriedly took cover and lay down.
There was a loud "bang" as the box was about to hit the ground, and then a plume of black smoke rose from the ground.
"What are you doing standing still? Chase!" Chen (Chen Shaojun), the leader of the first team of the Special Operations Group who was disguised as a long-distance bus driver, got up from the ground and shouted.
This loud shout made the brothers in the first team wake up from a dream, jumped out of the car and chased Zhu Deming.
I saw that Zhu Deming was thin, but his skills were very good. He knew that the enemy was ahead of him. Taking advantage of the chaos at the station after the explosion, he quickly ran across the road and towards the river.
He only saw a few leaps, and he threw everyone away by more than three feet.
After struggling all the way, Old Chen saw that the cooked duck was about to fly. He was quite annoyed and took out the Colt M1903 pistol from his waist.
"Boom!" Old Chen didn't care so much and fired twice. Unfortunately, he was holding a pistol. The range and accuracy were extremely limited. Both shots missed and only caused a burst of dust on the ground.
This Zhu Deming seemed to have eyes in his back. He knew there was danger behind him. He rushed left and right, but did not run forward in a straight line, making it impossible for Lao Chen to aim.
Just as Zhu Deming ran across a mound, he stagnated and a young man appeared in front of him.
"Liang Shuang, catch him." Lao Chen, who was chasing Zhu Deming from behind, shouted.
As soon as Lao Chen finished speaking, Liang Shuang flew towards Zhu Deming, and other team members also rushed over quickly, forming a circle of encirclement.
Without too much nonsense with Zhu Deming, the team members rushed forward.
As the saying goes, Zhu Deming beat the old master to death with random punches, and all his good kung fu was in vain. He didn't expect that the opponent was so ungrateful that he actually used rogue tactics, making it impossible for him to use his kung fu, and he was caught in a muddle.
At this time, Lao Chen also ran over, panting heavily: "Oh, I can't stand it anymore, this guy runs so fast..."
"Finally caught it." One of the team members said happily.
"No, captain, this person is not the target, his hair is real!" Liang Shuang suddenly shouted.
Old Chen quickly took a closer look and almost fainted - isn't this the owner of a small teahouse in Xianxing Town?
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The real Zhu Deming was absent-mindedly selling large bowls of tea in Xianxing Town. He felt a little uneasy on the long-distance bus. In fact, through his own observation, he didn't find anything wrong on the long-distance bus, but he felt like it was in his heart. There is a feeling.
So when a car of people got out of the car to rest, he and the owner of the teahouse he developed changed their clothes in the back. Fortunately, he was prepared, but he couldn't stay here for long. The other party might find out that the people in the car were fake. Go back and continue to check the small teahouse, and you will be in trouble immediately.
But he couldn't leave right away. No ordinary tea shop would close its door so early in the morning. He had to pretend to sell a large bowl of tea for a while.
At this time, an old-fashioned two-wheeled carriage stopped at the entrance of the small teahouse. The driver was a young boy. After he stopped the carriage, he quickly put a small stool under the carriage.
A little maid got out of the car first. After getting out of the car, the little maid stretched out her hand to help the hostess out of the car.
"Three bowls of tea from the shopkeeper." The little maid said and handed Zhu Deming a dime note.
Zhu Deming put away the banknotes, poured three large cups of tea for the three of them, and grabbed a few coppers from the small bamboo basket under the table to supply the little maid.
Originally, Xianxing Town was the only place to go from Jinling to Jingkou. There were so many customers like this every day. Zhu Deming didn't pay much attention to it. He just waited for the sun to go down a while later, put up the door of the small teahouse, and quickly looked for an opportunity. Keep running.
The hostess didn't seem to be very interested in the big bowl of tea on the street. She took a few sips and then put it aside and sat there to rest.
The young man and the maid were leaning against each other and muttering.
After a while, a "ding-dong" sound was heard, and a tea bowl fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
"Oh, boss, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The little maid blushed and apologized to Zhu Deming.
"It's okay." Zhu Deming responded casually and went over with a broom to clean up the debris and tea leaves on the ground.
While I was cleaning, I suddenly felt a chill on my head.
"Haha, how is it? The eldest mistress, Rui'er, I think this is a bald head, and there is a ring scar. He is a monk!" The boy winked and smiled at the eldest mistress and Rui'er, holding a felt hat and a Wig, who is it if it’s not Xiao Lu?
Zhu Deming was furious. Knowing that his whereabouts had been exposed, he was about to flee, but he saw that the entrance of the small teahouse was blocked by carriages. The three of them seemed to be sitting there casually, but they were in a fighting formation that echoed each other.
Oops, I was careless!
However, Zhu Deming was considered experienced, so he turned around and ran towards the back door of the teahouse.
Just as I was running, there was a thump, and my body seemed to hit a wall.
Zhu Deming staggered and took a step back. When he took a closer look, he saw a man coming in from the back door and pushing him.
At this time, a familiar young man came over behind the man.
"Master Huijue, it's been a long time." The young man said.
"Are you a reporter from the newspaper?" Hui Jue (Zhu Deming) reacted immediately.
"Master has a good memory, but I am not from the newspaper, but from the Fuxing Society. Let me introduce you again. My surname is Ma..." Ma Xiaoguang said with a smile.
Huijue looked around the teahouse. There were pursuers in front of him and interceptors in the back. He couldn't escape this time.
"Hmph, Fuxing Society's special operations team, as expected, once in a while, they mobilized so many troops just for me." Huijue said with a sneer.
"Of course it's not for you alone..." Ma Xiaoguang sneered.
"You won't get anything!" Hui Jue laughed miserably, turned around and bit the hem of his clothes, and immediately he knew nothing.
Watching Huijue fall off guard, everyone in the store was shocked.
Lao Liu next to Hui Jue was very upset. Unfortunately, he was not Lao Li, so his skills were a little worse...
Old Liu blushed and looked at Commander Ma with some shame.
