After the sun set, the night gradually descended, the bustling city slowly returned to tranquility, the people who had been busy all day hurried home one after another, streetlights just began to light up, and no one noticed some figures in the suburbs walking towards the direction of the train tracks from all directions. Under the cover of night, each hunched over, carrying a bag, moved quickly. In no time, they rushed into the bushes on both sides of the tracks to hide, opened their backpacks, took out parts, and in the blink of an eye assembled a gun, containing endless murderous intent, watchfully observing their surroundings.
Luo Zheng also walked up with a backpack, leisurely strolling, looking like someone heading to the countryside for leisure, accompanied by Niu Gang. The two gradually approached the vicinity of a high-voltage line iron frame, stopped in a low bushy area, checked around, and after confirming they hadn't been spotted, quickly lay down on the ground.
