Inside the train to Khabarovsk, the last stop on the Trans-Siberian Railway.
Four or five officers in military uniform were sitting in the car and conducting a close inspection.
"What's your name?"
"No, next one!"
The leading officer scratched his head irritably, feeling a little depressed.
"Is it that Pluto didn't take this train?"
"I don't know. Hey, why are there two empty seats here?" The leading officer keenly noticed the two empty seats in the last row and asked vigilantly.
Speaking of this, an old man sitting next to the seat smiled enthusiastically and said, "There were indeed two young people sitting here just now, a man and a woman."
"What? What do they look like?" the leading officer asked urgently, pulling out a pistol from his waist.
The old man was startled and said tremblingly: "They are two young people. The girl seems to have a Moscow accent. As for the man, he should be Asian. His name seems to be Lin Yi..."
Upon hearing the name, the officer was struck by lightning and quickly ordered people to stop the train and conduct a comprehensive search and investigation.
They soon arrived at the station, where tens of thousands of soldiers were already ready and guarding the platform. This scene made many Russians think they had returned to World War II.
Lin Yi's eyesight was so sharp that he had seen this scene from several miles away. He stood on the train, holding Natasha's hand with one hand. The whistling wind blew Lin Yi's long hair, making it look very elegant.
Natasha has been a good girl since she was a child and has been under very strict supervision at home. She is not allowed to walk around the streets freely after 10 o'clock in the evening.
If someone had told her that one day she would be standing on top of a train with the world's biggest bad guy, she would have thought that person was crazy.
But it's all true.
Lin Yi’s hot big hands are particularly real.
Natasha had never opened herself up like she did today. It seemed as if there had always been a hood covering her head, and now Lin Yi took it off with his own hands.
Natasha felt something she had never felt before, as if even the sky seemed more magnificent.
"Humph, these idiots, do you really think I will just sit on the train and wait for my hands to be tied? Naive." Lin Yi smiled faintly and said, "They will never give up after killing so many senior generals some time ago. They are bound to accumulate serious illness again."
"Let's get off the bus early. I don't want to get entangled with these miscellaneous soldiers. It's boring. I want to fight against Russia's sharpest spears and most capable troops." Lin Yi's eyes were burning. He had never felt so happy. There was no place in the world that he could not go to and no one that he could not kill.
It was daybreak.
Burleigh, the last stop on the Trans-Siberian Railway.
The sky was gloomy, and the street lights emitted a grayish light. Under the rows of high-rise buildings, many people who were still hungover were lying on the ground and snoring. Some shops were open for business. Everything was not much different from the past.
The only thing that caught people's attention was that around the train station when they arrived in Burleigh, there was a seriously ill group of troops, the 166th Army Division, which was the best-equipped Russian unit.
The sentry in charge of observation vaguely saw a man and a woman striding towards the camp through the thick morning fog.
The sentry rubbed his eyes and continued to look, and was surprised to find that the Asian man and the blonde woman were their targets this time.
The sentry quickly reported the situation to his superiors.
"What? It's Lin Yi? What are you standing there for? Fire, fire!"