Theo Hammond's heart trembled, and he immediately looked up at the display screen.
Han Bin turned the microphone to face himself: "Attention, all teams, the train will stop at Wujin Station in two minutes. Action team, guard the entrance of each carriage. If you find a suspected target, do not act rashly. Only when the safety of the hostages is ensured can compulsory measures be taken!"
A series of "yes" came out one after another, and the communicator seemed to fall into the crowd in an instant, and then all kinds of noises were heard.
Theo Hammond looked at the display screen. On the screen, Langston Xing waded through the debris and luggage in the aisle from the end of carriage No. 11 and walked all the way to the other end of the carriage. He sat down in the last row of three seats next to the aisle. He pulled down the sewing hat on his head, took out his cell phone and pretended to make a call.
Four or five rows away from him, Liao Wenjie sat by the window, his face pale, staring blankly out the window, holding a black canvas bag tightly in his arms.
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