A corpse fell from the luggage rack in Chapter 8

  Fortunately, the gun was pointing at the car top and opened, and the bullet was bounced back by the roof. After consuming that thick iron, the bullet had no great lethality. However, it still drilled into the passenger's body.

  The woman customer who was hit by the bullet fell to the ground, scaring the people around her into retreating and coming back to their senses from their daze.

  As soon as the two men shot someone with a gun, the travelers took them for little devils and rushed up to grab them, beating them up severely.

  "How can you hit me? How can you hit me?" The strong man said with a sobbing voice.

  "You little rascals! You're quite the actors, I'll beat you to death!" The passenger had already lumped the strong man and Chuanji together as accomplices, cursing and hitting them as he spoke.

  "I'm from Taiyuan, Shanxi Province, how can I be a little devil?" The strong man argued helplessly while protecting his body.

  "Get out of my house! You little bastard!" The traveler cursed and beat him even harder.

  When the pseudo little devil was beaten until his skin burst, the real little devil Chuan Qi avoided many punches and kicks because he didn't argue back. He took advantage of the situation to lie down in the aisle, letting the strong man block for himself the fists that fell like raindrops.

  When the conductor heard the gunshot, he immediately rushed to this carriage, but unfortunately, the passageway near the scene was crowded with onlookers. By the time he managed to squeeze in, the whole situation had turned into a chaotic mess, like a pot of boiling porridge that had been stirred up, with people scrambling around like grains of rice, and the situation was already out of control.

  "Halt! Everyone halt! The monk is going wild, lawless!" Just as the traffic cop was shouting and reaching for his gun in the holster at his backside, someone suddenly snatched it away.

  The person who snatched the gun was quick-handed and quick-eyed, and since the scene was extremely chaotic, no one noticed who had taken the police officer's gun.

  The traffic cop fired a warning shot, but the gun was nowhere to be found. This was not only his own livelihood, but also his life. The moment he lost the gun, the traffic cop's heart sank. He didn't care about fighting or not anymore, and instead crawled on the ground to look for the gun.

  The strong man was beaten until his face was covered in blood, and he could no longer support himself. He slowly fell to the ground. As soon as he fell, people noticed the Sichuan cavalry lying on the ground.

  "Your grandma's going to hide, eh?" A traveler cursed and stretched his foot to kick the river.

  At this time, the police officer who was searching for the gun had just crawled to here. The man's foot didn't kick the robber, but instead kicked the police officer's head, knocking off the big hat that was crookedly buckled on his head.

  "Your grandma's! How dare you kick me?" The security guard got up from the ground, grabbed the passenger who kicked him and scolded: "You're looking for a fight, you son of a bitch!"

  "Sorry, I was kicking a little devil, didn't expect my foot to go astray and kick the police officer instead." The passenger who was caught by the traffic police explained in a hurry.

  "Little devil? Who is the little devil?" The police officer asked, throwing his gaze at the two people crawling on the ground and grabbing the strong man to lift him up. He looked familiar.

  The mounted policeman put down the robust man and frowned, asking: "Who are you? When did you surrender to the Japanese?"

  A sturdy man wiped the blood from his face, opened his eyes wide and looked at the traffic police officer, then complained: "I'm the ancestor of the little devils, but they beat me up without distinguishing between right and wrong."

  The cavalry policeman sensed that he was in greater danger from the robust man's gaze and attitude, so he hypocritically said: "Since you are the ancestor of the little devils, then you must be a little devil yourself. Who else would they beat if not you?"

  "You're the little devil! I'm the one who's been taking the blame for you." The robust man, relying on his police uniform, pounced towards Chuanji.

  "Don't spout nonsense, everything must be based on evidence! You say I'm a little devil, where's the proof? Bring it out for the police to see." Chuanji thought to himself that he should not show any weakness, and instead counterattack, otherwise his "send-off" plan would be ruined in an instant.

  "You have a gun, that's the evidence," the strong man said, shifting his gaze to the police officer, wanting him to back him up.

  As soon as he heard the word "gun", the police officer suddenly remembered the big deal and stretched out his hand to the rider, asking fiercely: "Where's the gun? Hand it over to me!"

  Kaneta suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and subconsciously touched his waist, only to realize that his gun had been taken away by the muscular man. This southern-style scam had fooled others, but as a police officer, he should have recognized it as a Nissan. What to do? He racked his brains thinking of a countermeasure to deny it.

  The robust man did not hand over the gun to the police officer, indicating that the gun had been lost in the chaos just now or stolen by someone.

  The stone that had been weighing on his heart finally fell. He immediately laughed and said, "I'm not a soldier, where did the gun come from?"

  The police officer thought the man wanted to take his gun for himself, and suddenly became furious, raised his hand "slap slap slap" and slapped Chen Qi several times, then grabbed his collar, trying to force him to hand over the gun.

  Although he was beaten, he still put on a smiling face and said: "The police officer is not an ironworker, I am not iron, no matter how much you beat me, you can't beat out a gun."

  The traffic police saw the river rider picking up things and wanting to make a scene, getting angrier and more uncontrollable. Just as he was about to lift his foot to kick him, someone's shout made the traffic police stop his leg.

  "Officer, officer, the gun is on the ground." A passenger found a southern-style pistol under his seat and quickly picked it up and handed it over to the police officer.

  At this moment, Chuanji suddenly felt a blackout and the sky was spinning. He decided to snatch the gun from the police officer's hand, then grab him as a hostage and quickly escape from the scene.

  The police officer took the gun and looked at it, only to find that it was not his own, but a much smaller and more exquisite one. He was overjoyed and quickly put the gun into his holster before looking up at Kawahara.

  When the mounted police chased him away, Kou Yao picked up his big hat, dusted it off and put it back on his head before turning around and walking away.

  The river knight saw that his opponent didn't know the goods and was greedy beyond help, so he let out a long sigh of relief.

  However, the police suddenly turned around and shouted to everyone: "The little devil of his grandma, beat him to death for me!"

  The crowd rushed up and grabbed Kawara, beating him severely. Just as he was unable to resist, the situation took a turn for the better.

  "Hero! How can you be treated like this? You killed the little devil and saved my daughter!" The father-daughter pair who were rescued at Datong Train Station suddenly appeared on the scene.

  The people who were beating up Chuan Qi stopped when they heard he was a hero and looked at each other in dismay, unsure of what to do next.

  The father and daughter helped Kawara up, and told everyone about his heroic deeds. Upon hearing this, the crowd felt remorse for their actions and apologized to Kawara one after another.

  The traffic cop was stunned for a moment, and then took the initiative to shake hands with Chuan Qi, saying repeatedly: "Sorry, sorry, this is really a big flood that has destroyed our own home, our own people have wronged our own people."

  "Nothing's wrong," said Lu Zhishen with a forced smile, "heroes of Liangshan don't know each other if they don't fight."

  The conductor and the mounted policeman were exchanging pleasantries when a man suddenly rolled off the luggage rack, landing with a dull thud on the floor, causing everyone to gasp in shock.

  He Kan looked at the corpse and was stunned!