Shocking! The young educated youth had just arrived and was already clashing with spies.

Chapter 295: The bloodiness that was once deliberately forgotten seems to have awakened, and the fig

Chapter 295 The bloodiness that was once deliberately forgotten seems to have awakened, and the fight continues until death

Chu Xin's voice was a little hoarse, "He really deserves to be killed!"

The conductor who had been acting like an invisible person also spoke out in anger.

"Good kill!"

After all, what Brother Xiong and the others did was a major case, and he himself was not innocent, so it was impossible for him to let Chu Xin and the others talk alone.

Therefore, every word they said would be recorded, and when the train stopped, both the person and the transcript would be handed over to the comrades at the Public Security Bureau.

Xiong Ge laughed, and his voice became much higher-pitched.

"Yes, my kid and I fought tooth and nail, just like when we killed the Japanese invaders from Sakura Country in Burma. It was as if the blood in our once-forgotten nature had awakened, and we fought to the death!"

Then he lamented, "It's a pity that we were outnumbered and couldn't kill them all, but we did rob them!"

Chu Xin remembered the cloth backpack stained with blood. When she saw them, the kid was holding it under his body, and Brother Xiong and the gangster were holding one end each. They didn't let go even after being beaten until they vomited blood.

He turned around and took the bag from the small table at the back. He opened it and found that besides the boy's personal clothes and belongings, there was also the broken box gun left to him by his father, which was stained with blood.

Underneath everything was a ball of paper, which had been hastily put in and was now drenched in blood.

Chu Xin took it out carefully and unfolded it gently. There were two large pages filled with writing in Burmese.

Brother Xiong saw it and said, "That's it. I've been to Myanmar and can understand some of their language. I overheard that this describes the places and contacts that human traffickers often use to stock up in China, which are also the human traffickers' dens.

They discussed using these dens as drug distribution points. During the invasion of Myanmar, the Japanese used drugs as an important means of warfare and obtained a lot of money by controlling drug production and trafficking in the occupied areas.

Now they are colluding with each other to produce these harmful things and even want to distribute them.”

Chu Xin separated the two pieces of paper that were stuck together little by little and spread them on the table. The flight attendant next to him took a look but didn't understand.

"Why didn't you hand it over to the Yunnan Provincial Public Security Bureau at that time?"

Xiong Ge gasped heavily,

"Life in Yunnan Province is even more difficult. The drug infiltration problem they face is even more serious. Those inhumane people are extremely cruel and even dare to kill the police!

But now I think about it, I was a bit overconfident. I didn't hand it over because I wanted to take advantage of my black market smuggling, running all over the country while killing them one by one!"

"hiss!"

The one who gasped was the conductor, he had a toothache.

"If you really succeed, you will become a serious criminal!"

Xiong Ge began to cough and his breathing became heavier, but he still insisted:

"I won't kill Chinese human traffickers, I'll leave them to the police. I'll only kill Burmese and Sakura people!"

Chu Xin felt that the conductor was a bit annoying. He actually said:

"That won't work either. China's national conditions don't allow it!"

The veins on her forehead throbbed as she listened. She then looked at him meticulously taking note of everything Brother Xiong said. She closed her eyes and thought there was nothing she could do. People in this era were so serious and rigorous.

Chu Xin fed Xiong some water again and lowered her voice.

"Don't worry, if you can't kill him, I'll do it and no one will know!"

Brother Xiong had seen Chu Xin's abilities, and a delighted smile appeared on his face when he heard this.

He looked at the baby's bag again. His eyelids were drooping more and more, making it difficult to tell what he was thinking. Although there were two other people in the room, Chu Xin felt that he was alone at this moment.

Moreover, his breathing became more and more rapid. The last rays of his last breath had consumed his last vitality. Now Brother Xiong was on his deathbed.

Chu Xin knew his persistence, so she took the boy's bag and the box gun and placed them next to him, as if his brothers were there as long as the boy was there.

He struggled to survive for so long, but was unable to be buried in a foreign land with his brothers. He must be feeling painful and guilty, right?

You have never forgiven yourself in your heart from beginning to end, right?

Otherwise, he would not have escaped from the Kuomintang and voluntarily assumed the responsibility of supporting his brothers and their families.

No matter how brave and ruthless he was, Brother Xiong was as fragile as a child at this moment. Chu Xin didn't want him to leave with any grievances, so she leaned over and said in a firm and powerful voice,

"Brother Xiong, you are not a deserter, you are a hero, and you deserve to be remembered by the people of our country. You, your brothers, and those child soldiers, like you, must never be forgotten!"

There was a hint of a smile on Brother Xiong's dead face.

Even the conductor, who had always been serious and solemn, felt a lump in his throat when he heard this. Although he didn't show it on his face, he was so moved that he burst into tears in his heart.

He also came from that war-torn period, and it was really not easy for everyone.

No matter how many regrets there are, they will only be regrets in this life. Brother Xiong suddenly began to look forward to the next life that people often talk about.

He tried hard to open his eyelids to look at Chu Xin, his voice as soft as a mosquito,

"I...will still be a Chinese in my next life. I won't...will fight a war again in my next...life, right?"

The scene of his uncle's death flashed through Chu Xin's mind. He squatted down, very close to Brother Xiong. Without hesitation, he grabbed his hand like a junior and answered with certainty.

"No, the prosperous China is waiting for you, waiting for all the heroes who sacrificed their lives and shed their blood to return. That is what you deserve to enjoy!"

Brother Xiong slowly closed his eyes, his lips trembling, but he stopped talking.

Chu Xin tightened his hand, his last concern.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of the baby's affairs."

Xiong's eyelids trembled a few times, but he could no longer open them. Tears welled up in his tightly closed eyes again, his lips moved slightly, and he took his last breath...

Chu Xin didn't hear clearly, but she could see it.

"Thank you."

He said thank you.

Then he let go of his hand, slowly stood up, and exhaled the depression in his chest.

"Captain, please revise the transcript.

First, Wa Zi and Xiong Ge killed the traffickers in Myanmar, so it was a coincidence and self-defense; second, if their business as black market dealers is removed, they have many fallen comrades and their children who depend on them for care. Xiong Ge is dead, so Wa Zi can't stay in jail anymore."

As she spoke, she looked at the captain of the flight attendant, her eyes cold and sharp.

"Since there's nothing I can do to help, let him go without any worries, what do you think?!"

The transcript must be changed now. Once we leave this lounge, there will be so many people around and it will be difficult to tamper with it.

The conductor shuddered, feeling that the girl in front of him no longer had the warmth and kindness she had just shown. However, when he thought of her ruthlessness in subduing the gangster, he did not find it too strange.

He is not a heartless person who does not understand others. His nose is still sore and he wants to cry. He can't do something for the unknown heroes. Can't he just rewrite the transcript?

He immediately tore up the written notes and began to re-copy them.

After all, he was a generation older than Chu Xin, and felt a little awkward being suppressed by her. He wanted to save some face for himself.

"Hey! What happened today, from his mouth, into your ears and mine, is written in black and white. Remember it?!"

Chu Xin raised her eyebrows and nodded obediently, "Yeah!"