Chapter 066: A Thrilling Melee at the Station

Damn it, he got his hands on the goods and instead of returning to his own country, he runs off to the Red Russians! Wait—no, that’s it! The Red Russians! I get it now—he’s a Red Russian agent!

Any agent, upon obtaining information of this caliber, would hand it over to their superior at the first safe opportunity. But he’s here! The only explanation is that he serves the Red Russians! Damn it, why didn’t you say so earlier? If you had, I wouldn’t have had to chase after the Red Russians myself!

But now, the situation has changed! The telegram Ramzi sent to his handler must have exposed him! Everyone climbing onto the train now are interceptors!

I could just take the negatives from Ramzi first! As for the photographs, let someone else have them—whoever gets them, keeps them! No need to risk life and limb for this!

Once Chen Jiehua sorted out his thoughts, he flushed the toilet, pushed open the door, and headed toward the fourth carriage. Halfway there, he realized he was going the wrong way, turned back, passed through the third carriage, and returned to his seat.

Fujiwara Mio signaled—while you were gone, someone new appeared in the aisle diagonally opposite. Chen Jiehua nodded. I saw him. There’s another one behind as well.

A pair of rookies, nothing to worry about.

Dusk was falling; the train would soon arrive at Warsaw Central Station in Poland.

Although it was grandly called “Central Station,” the place was actually quite small. Normally, such a minor stop—especially one on the route to the Red Russians—wouldn’t see many passengers boarding.

But today, it seemed the Red Russians were holding a major festival or event; the number of passengers in all sorts of attire waiting on the platform was several times the usual crowd. A dense, black mass of people—it was no exaggeration.

As the train slowed into the station, Chen Jiehua and Fujiwara Mio, seated in the second carriage, were dumbstruck. Terrifying! With a single glance, you could tell everyone waiting on the platform was in the same line of work!

They exchanged a glance—this was bad! Should we get off? The idea flashed between them, understood without a word.

Chen Jiehua stood, grabbed his luggage, and moved quickly toward the space between the third and fourth carriages. The train hadn’t stopped yet, few were disembarking, and the passage was clear.

The two agents entering the second carriage found it odd—why weren’t those two getting off nearby, but heading the other way? But seeing they were an Asian couple, obviously not the targets, they didn’t interfere.

Chen Jiehua, dragging his suitcase, with Fujiwara Mio close behind, waited at the door between the third and fourth carriages.

On the other side, Ramzi had already spotted Chen Jiehua once. Now, seeing both of them disembarking here, he sensed their intent, grabbed his own suitcase, and got ready to get off.

The train stopped and the doors opened.

Chen Jiehua led the way, suitcase in tow, with Fujiwara Mio behind, calmly weaving through the throng of fellow operatives. Near the exit, he slowed, waiting for Ramzi.

But Ramzi wasn’t so lucky! As he broke through the crowd with his suitcase, for reasons unknown, a junior agent from his own side recognized him. The kid merely uttered, “Hey—” and though he caught himself immediately, it was already too late!

Polish Second Bureau agents didn’t know Ramzi, but they recognized the junior Red Russian agent. That exclamation made Ramzi instantly suspicious.

“Stop!”

Everyone yet to board the train stopped in unison. Ramzi yanked his suitcase and bolted for the exit!

At the sound of “Hey,” Chen Jiehua and Fujiwara Mio had already turned to look. When “Stop!” rang out and they saw Ramzi running with his suitcase, people behind him were already reaching for their guns!

“Drop the case! Come with me!”

Chen Jiehua swiftly pulled out his Colt and fired two wild shots into the crowd, but Ramzi couldn’t bring himself to abandon the suitcase—the photos were inside!

The two shots disrupted the crowd’s rhythm, but also drew the attention of the Polish Second Bureau agents in the station, who burst out, guns drawn!

The platform erupted into chaos. Damn, the main target’s off the train!

Fujiwara Mio, unencumbered by luggage, drew both pistols and fired in both directions—toward the platform and the station—again slowing their pursuers.

At last, Ramzi managed to reach Chen Jiehua.

“Quick, give me the negatives!”

This time, Ramzi complied, running alongside Chen Jiehua and handing over the oil-paper-wrapped negatives as they ran.

Chen Jiehua stuffed them into his coat; once they were in his hidden compartment, they were safe.

With the negatives secure, he snatched Ramzi’s suitcase and hurled it into the crowd, then resumed his run, dragging Ramzi along in zigzags, Fujiwara Mio covering their retreat with both guns.

Chen Jiehua’s own suitcase had been deliberately jammed in the doorway when the shooting started—there was nothing inside but a set of Mio’s clothes, but blocking the exit would buy them at least two seconds!

At the corner, Ramzi still couldn’t fathom why Chen Jiehua had tossed the suitcase containing the photos. But though his mind was racing, his hands were quick—now free, he drew both pistols as well, seamlessly taking over cover fire as Fujiwara Mio reloaded.

The three took turns covering one another, fighting their way out.

Meanwhile, chaos reigned on the platform. The young Red Russian agent, realizing he’d made a fatal mistake, tried to make amends by firing on the fastest pursuers, not caring for his own safety—if he could take one with him, it would be worth it.

But his desperate attempt at redemption ended abruptly as nearby Second Bureau agents gunned him down.

Agents who’d boarded the train earlier heard the gunfire outside. Peering through the windows and seeing the chase toward the exit, they understood at once—cunning Ramzi had gotten off early and fled!

The Red Russian agents still on the platform, watching their comrade fall, followed their orders: “At any cost.” With scant cover but a few pillars, they engaged the Polish Second Bureau at close range, sacrificing themselves to buy Ramzi some time.

Other countries’ agents fared no better—on this battlefield, the Red Russians treated all unfamiliar faces as enemies, attacking indiscriminately. The Second Bureau did the same—anyone they didn’t recognize was a target.

The platform descended into a total free-for-all, gunfire erupting everywhere.

Meanwhile, Chen Jiehua’s group of three didn’t fare much better. Unfamiliar with the area, they soon found themselves surrounded by approaching Abwehr military police and Polish Second Bureau agents.

“Damn it, is the Abwehr this arrogant now? Marching right into Warsaw as if they own the place?” Chen Jiehua and Fujiwara Mio, back to back, yelled to Ramzi.

“The two agencies have always had a cozy relationship, cooperating frequently.”

“Damn!”