Chapter 860 - 385: Last Chance_2

Chapter 860: Chapter 385: Last Chance_2

If even the railway bureau’s records are flawless.

Then, as this guy himself said, the problem could only be with the driver or the driver’s cabin.

Under Ghabari’s orders, the director of the railway bureau quickly instructed his subordinates to upload all the maintenance records of CZ3193 from nearly three months and the maintenance work from Tehran to Samed Station onto the computer.

With Hasha scrolling the mouse, Gu Ji carefully read through each piece of information.

Suddenly.

He discovered an especially eye-catching record in the railway maintenance documents.

June 17, 2025, 1:30 PM, routine maintenance of the freight tracks by the Samed public works section; construction unit: Samed road maintenance crew with 10 workers, person in charge: Heiji Guerrero, primary maintenance project: curve repair work.

"June 17th, isn’t that today?"

Gu Ji quickly raised his wrist, calculating the time.

If work started at 1:30 PM, it would precisely include the intersection time of the soft sleeper train and the CZ3193 freight train.

And when he checked the exact location of the "curve repair," it happened to be close to the derailment site estimated by the expert team.

Vaguely, Gu Ji felt like he had grasped a key point.

Ghabari naturally realized too.

"Immediately send people to investigate the identities of these 10 road maintenance workers, and among the bodies at the explosion site, look into the unknown personnel closest to them!"

"Yes!"

As his subordinate had just left, he turned to Gu Ji and said in a deep voice, "The truth will soon come out. Now, you should tell me who the attacker is, and... your true identity!"

Gu Ji certainly couldn’t know who the attacker was.

The reason he agreed earlier was purely to create confusion and buy time.

But now.

Judging from the anger in Ghabari’s eyes, it seemed he had to give a formal account, otherwise...

"I can answer the first question, but the second one..."

"What do you mean?"

Hasha raised his gun, aiming at Gu Ji’s temple, squinting and harshly said, "Do you think you’re in any position to bargain with us right now?"

"Then you can pull the trigger directly, but what you’re after might not be so easy to obtain."

"What did you say!?"

As Gu Ji spoke, Ghabari was shocked, standing up and grabbing him by the collar, his eyes filled with madness, "I’m telling you, no one can stop me, not even Mossad!"

Looks like I gambled right!

They are indeed trading something!

Honestly speaking, we’ve already sealed off the train. Everyone on it is under inspection; whether it’s that item or a Mossad agent put in by you, no one can escape from our grasp!"

Hasha coldly snorted, suddenly putting down his gun, a look of being in control on his face.

"Buzz—"

At that moment, Ghabari’s phone suddenly vibrated. He took it out and answered, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up, seemingly having encountered some extraordinary good news.

He was just about to speak.

In an instant.

Chaos erupted.

A shadow suddenly rushed in, snatching the phone from his hand in a flash.

Ghabari turned his head in a daze.

Hasha’s face was also filled with disbelief because the one who acted wasn’t someone else, but Gu Ji who had just been standing in front of them!

In the next moment.

He and the Persian man almost simultaneously raised their gun barrels abruptly, firing several rapid shots, and blood arrows instantly spurted out from Gu Ji’s chest, staining the green canvas of the tent and the explosion-scorched ground with blood.

Savama truly lives up to its reputation as Iran’s top intelligence agency.

The response speed of these secret police officers is incredibly fast!

[Checkpoint paused!]

In the blink of an eye.

Seeing Hasha’s gun barrel already locked on his head, Gu Ji could only use the time-stopping ability that accompanied his reward option.

In just an instant.

The entire time-space seemed frozen.

It was as if a mobile phone movie was paused, scenes, faces, expressions, air, all suspended at that second, Gu Ji could even clearly see the flame spraying from Hasha’s gun muzzle and the cone-shaped airflow stirred by the copper-colored metal bullet.

But these weren’t the main points he should focus on.

Gu Ji used the time stop primarily to memorize the phone number.

Judging by Ghabari and Hasha’s words and expressions, they were not familiar with the seller or the provider of the items.

Because after grabbing the phone and hearing the first sentence, which was: "If you Savama conduct transactions like this, I’m very willing to hand it over to Mossad!"

Evidently.

This seller not only contacted Ghabari, but also reached out to the Israeli side, no wonder this guy was so tense about me visiting Israel before.

Wow.

Who would’ve thought that an ordinary soft sleeper train could have both of the Middle East’s top intelligence agency squads hidden on it?

However, since it’s Iran on home turf, Israel’s Mossad has not yet made its move.

But, what exactly are they trading?

Was this explosion attack targeting Ghabari, Mossad, or that mysterious seller?

Speaking of the seller.

What puzzled Gu Ji more was the use of not-so-standard English in the phone conversation, yet the voice felt somewhat familiar!

Just as he pondered the question, he suddenly noticed a slight movement in his eye.

In the blink of an eye.

"Bang—!"

"Woo—! Kuz Kuz..."

Gu Ji suddenly opened his eyes, taking deep breaths, looking at the familiar train carriage scene in front of him, he knew he’d died and reset again.

Didn’t expect the 30-second pause to end so soon.

In the final moment, he must’ve had his head blown off by the bullet fired from Hasha’s gun muzzle.

But it’s probably for the best; even if he had survived, he’d soon face interrogation by Savama, consuming checkpoint time in vain with possibly no chance of suicide.

Now...

He glanced at the upper right corner’s death countdown.

minutes and 19 seconds...

The previous cycle of extinguishing fires and investigation lasted approximately 12 hours. Without the tenfold reward bonus, he now had less than half an hour.

minutes to clear it, is it possible?

Gu Ji’s eyes sharpened.

Whether possible or not, he will not give up!

Isn’t it just a speedrun?

Back in the day when playing games, haven’t I tried it before!

He took less than 5 seconds, skipped the first task, selected the language imprint, then grabbed his backpack, pulled out his phone, and dialed the memorized number directly.

"Hello?"

The voice on the other end was indeed exactly the same as he heard in the previous cycle.

Yet, Gu Ji still found this voice somewhat familiar.

"I’m from Mossad. I know you’re negotiating with Ghabari. Give me the item, and I’ll offer three times the price Savama did!"

"Are you serious? Do you know what Savama has promised me!?"

On the phone, although the seller tried hard to suppress his emotions, Gu Ji still detected a hint of tremor.

This meant the counterpart was tempted.

But from the sound, the seller seemed relatively young.

"No matter what it is, I promise. Do you think Mossad can’t afford this price?"

"Alright, alright, if you indeed can afford this price, of course, I’ll sell the item to you. However, before we officially trade, I’ll give you an account, and you need to transfer 10 million US dollars over. I want to see your sincerity!"

The seller wasn’t a fool. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly proposed such a condition.

Gu Ji naturally could not have that ten million.

He pressed the mute button, walked into a central bathroom on the train, took out the [Poison Needle Trap] landmine from his backpack, placed it on the train compartment’s metal wall, exited, and continued, "Do you think Savama’s stupid? That account of yours has surely been monitored. Here’s the deal, I’ve left 100,000 US dollars on top of the sanitation room roof on the left side of carriage 15, come and get it. Rest assured, before getting the item, we won’t try anything funny, or you’d already be dead by now."

"You guys..."